"I'm lying because Eastman nagged me to do some portrait work and I left it with her so that she could see what I'd done?" he shook his head and sighed. Why was he still lying down? Clearly sleep was not going to happen tonight, at least not until Marianne found someone else to bother/cover in glitter.

"Then I guess people are gonna think I'm a serial killer. I don't go to dances and shit. Not here."

Ciaran dragged himself out of bed and moved over to his desk, taking the can of hairspray from Marianne's hand. He'd been looking for that...

"Are you always this nosy?"