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Make-up for personal use is a big enough pain to scrub off on a good day, though it had nothing compared to that of industrial use make-up that movie industries seemed to love to buy in bulk. The obvious advantages of it being water proof and cheap on a bulk standard order was something very alluring not to mention the way it stayed in place after hours of use, un-like some make-up.
But that was it, it stayed in the same spots after many hours to an almost annoying frustrating degree when the shooting day was finally finished.
“You’d think that you’d be getting better at getting that stuff off your face” Octavia all so helpfully chimed in, head looking up from her mobile phone to tell the blonde before dipping her head back down.
Grunting in return the blonde didn’t tear her eyes from the mirror from which she stared at her face quite intently. In order to do this shot- heck even movie itself her skin tone had to be a shade or two different and added onto that a couple of well-done fake scars had to be applied under her eyes and one under her ear not to mention the other little additions.
Of course, it only made the process of getting the stuff off a lot more-harder. Though what was a few dozen make-up wipes to a hopefully well-received movie.
“You getting tired of hanging around here already O?” Clarke finally asked turning away from the mirror to look over towards her friend, who quite honestly looked rather comfortable in the chair she was lazing in. “It has only been what? Five sessions for far thought you would have loved it by now” she joked.
The weekend has given her some days off to enjoy the limited amount of time with her friend though it still didn’t mean the other didn’t get annoyed with the ever increasing shooting day.
Octavia for her part looked at Clarke like she had suggested Bellamy had a chance of winning Miss America in a bikini and tutu.
“Na it’s not that you just refuse to let any of the make-up people do their job that is all” the brunette explained stretching. “If I have to lie to Raven one more time that you are capable of getting your make-up off in an orderly fashion l think she will catch on how ever”.
Biting back a retort on the other suggesting this process could be done in more of a timely fashion she caught onto the fact who the other was talking to. Raven. Maybe the fact that rumors spread around here like quite literal wild fire with only a base line, how would the other react to what Raven could have said?
Leaning forward the blonde coughed and it wasn’t long before her friend was by her side gently rubbing her back and patting in a somewhat gentle and comforting manner.
“You talk to people, ” the blonde asked maybe a tiny bit too shocked to be seen as non-suspiciously weird.
“Yeah only when they walk by or I go into catering” the glare the blonde had given the brunette was an encouragement for her to continue. “What did you think I would twiddle my thumb and only watch tv and eat in hear all day?” she mused.
Okay with that fair point in mind it might have brought up the fact that yes indeed, Clarke did think on the throw away thought that her friend was in the room by herself most to all of the day. Stealing extra food from catering would have been a plausible addition into her mind just knowing her friend for the amount of time she did.
Talking to Lincoln sure. But talking to Raven, that was strange.
“But it’s not like a billion people walk past here you know, more of just Lincoln making sure I don’t ruin your room and Raven wanting to tell me how you are going to the shoots” Octavia added in once more stretching this time for good measure.
Raising an eyebrow Clarke mused, “you guys really just talk about me filming really?”
That was very unlikely seeing the wide arrange of conversation topics Octavia liked to bring up around almost anyone. Lincoln included. Oh, the random words he had to ask Clarke to google as Octavia added her fifty cents in at every red light.
“Okay so we talk about other stuff but oh well” the brunette dismissed smiling and rolling her eyes playfully. “Wait instead of grilling me should you not be taking that make up off your face?” she challenged.
Sighing playfully Clarke bit back a curse at her friend as she picked up the abounded makeup wipe to continue her work. Soon enough that was not enough and another wipe had to use swiftly after.
“Who did you think I was talking to, through, ” Octavia asked as the blonde was onto her fifth wipe.
Classic Octavia what Clarke was thinking. It was half true that the blonde was worried who the brunette was talking to, in the brief time she had been here there was one or two people Clarke could already tell was nosey and would tell the other right away. And then there was the fear that Raven would gush to Octavia how cute a pair Lexa and Clarke made. Though if Raven had kept it secret from Octavia thus far she was glad.
“I dunno I guess I just didn’t want to have to call Bellamy and tell him that you are trying to hook up with some Chicago boy that’s all” dryly said by Clarke of course.
This only made Octavia jokingly huff, sitting up to get more composure. Of course to add into how serious Octavia was feeling hair was put off her eyes with the help of a finger.
“Okay okay I get it you want to feel mysterious or whatever” Clarke tried to butt in but of course Octavia was standing up and walking over to the other side of the room, charging the phone in sight. “But I am feeling way too hungry and if we leave now we can totally make that pizza place by our apartment block”.
Looking up at the clock Clarke could indeed confirm that they had maybe an hour or two to get the place to eat. It was after all roughly six pm.
“Well you don’t have to call Lincoln he is coming at quarter past to pick us up” Clarke quipped noting how the other picked up the phone look on her face like she was looking up her contact list.
The other grunted before putting back all her attention onto the device in her hands.
“Are you calling Raven?” she inquired, perhaps the bond really did exceed out of their possible mocking of her film career.
“Na she is totally busy tonight, something about a gig for a children’s birthday party?” Octavia replied sitting on the floor with a plop.
A children’s party? That was quite a surprise for the blonde who couldn’t imagine Raven hanging around children much less doing makeup and dress up. Though her personality seemed nice enough to the blonde so maybe she was merely putting her discomfort of kids on someone else again, she tended to do that a lot.
“Who are you calling?” Clarke asked raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, just Lexa” she responded causally before putting the phone to her waiting ear.
Clarke struggled to keep her confusion and shock off her face as she silently watched her friend wait for the other to pick up the phone.
Maybe the two were messing with her, that would make sense Octavia did tend to love to play tricks on her.
“Hey Lexa I know it is short notice but Clarke and I were wondering if you would be free for lunch tonight” Octavia started as the phone was picked up.
It was a moment before Octavia continued.
“Yeah it is Octavia, Clarke’s friend Lincoln sometimes drives us together to the movie lot”. Another silence. “Okay, so we will pick you up there then”.
Being so shocked Clarke didn’t realize she was staring at her friend until she was hit with a light slap on the cheek.
“What l may as well see what is good about her” Octavia stated putting her phone in her pocket. With a look from the blonde she added, “she will be your co-star for a while now might as well try to understand her”.
That was true but it didn’t make it less suspicious.
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Thankfully the drive was quick and silent.
Lincoln was obviously tired from the day, and Octavia was typing away on her phone, adding comments to Lincoln he simply smiled or said a one-word answer to.
Though if Clarke was honest it was strange not to have the jokes and playful teasing about Lexa. From the way, Octavia was acting she knew something was up. Her friend, after all, had many years of teasing her for crushing and relationships and usually, an expectation of the rule was nothing of course. Surely it would start sooner or later. But oh well.
Getting out of the car felt surprisingly refreshing, her legs making light sounds like she had been sitting down all day. Though her legs had been in the same position for most of the day so she could excuse herself on that part. A quick good bye to Lincoln they were strolling up the stairs into their building.
“So when exactly did you say we were meeting up with Lexa,” Clarke asked.
“Um roughly now,” Octavia said quite unhelpfully.
Lexa beating them there had seemingly changed from the clothes from after the costume and looked quite refreshing herself. Cool aqua blue top that made her eyes pop, light lip gloss, casually tight jeans that made her curves pop quite nicely not forgetting to mention her hair put into a simple and casual braid to top it all up.
Lexa didn’t say much as she noticed Clarke looking at her merely giving the two a small smile. Thankfully Clarke had at least gotten out of her generic out of acting scene clothes.
“So we are going to the pizza place now or?” Lexa asked looking at the two.
Clarke nodding smiled back, “yeah better now than never”.
Octavia for her part merely snickered.