"Fuck dude, you're getting it all over my shirt. I love this shirt!"

Chloe ducks and twists and refuses to stay still as you try to apply the blue hair dye, your own hands splotched blue because the two of you were too remiss to use gloves. You'd think that because this was her idea in the first place, she'd be a little more compliant but no. Duct taping her to the chair would probably be more efficient.

"I can't believe I let you do this," She sniffs, staring at the reflection of the two of you in her bathroom mirror. David is gonna freak. She doubts her mom will care much, but the second she leaves this bathroom looking so thoroughly blue-d out it'll be game over for the two of you.

Although, it looks more like it's game over fpr this bathroom sink. Chloe will be scrubbing it out for days.

Upon being snagged and hissed at for the millionth time to stay put, she frowns, staring at you in the mirror. "I'm not even—!" You shut her up by smearing some dye on her nose and she swats at you, trying to rub it off. Which of course only serves to smear it more. "You're so dead."