Sitting in front of your mirror , clenching mascara , you sigh. You had no idea what you were doing and you had to be out the door in an hour , so with a heavy heart you opened your phone and summoned Regina Rejection…aka Reggie.

Reggie took form with a wicked smile on his face , which only got brighter and more evil as he stared at you. He belted out in laughter , wiping his eye with newly painted nails.

“ What the fuck are you wearing? “

He commented slyly , fixing his posture as one hand subconsciously went onto his hip , the only tossing rows of black braids behind his shoulder as he stir his way toward you. He put his hands on your shoulders and before you could even speak pushed you agaisnt the counter.

“ Sit the fuck down , I need to fix…er..all of this. “

Reggie motioned toward you with both hands , an ‘ick’ expression on his face. You knew he didn’t really hate you considering he was willing to help you right now. He grabbed the mascara with one hand and gently grabbed your face with the other , tilting your chin back to his liking before wiping the lipstick off your lips with his thumb.

“ Not your color. “

He commented casually before leaning back , taking in the whole outfit with a frown. It wasn’t necessarily ugly but…it wasn’t exactly flattering either. And Reggie was all about looks.

“ C’mon. First; let’s fix the outfit. Then…we can work on whatever the hells going on with your face. “