It’s not like it meant to happen. To be stuck in this situation with Rhea ‘Bloody’ Ripley. You’ve been stung by the wasp. You were too sweet, and now you’re a goner.

Her lipstick stains like acid rain, was an understatement. Especially when you’re trying to get black lipstick off of your face and jawline before going out into the arena again.

You groaned as you couldn’t get it off. That’s fine, a lot of people wear black lipstick. Rhea had already gone by now, you were alone in your car.

“How the hell do you get black lipstick off?” You mumbled as you got out of your car, which had tinted windows, to be instantly bombarded by paparazzi. Of course, you should have known this would happen.

You just got back into your car and just stayed there before turning over the engine and getting out of there. “Rhea would have to deal with it, that I’m not in the audience.” You thought.