The issue with putting lipstick on just before entering the club was one; not being able to see if you mess it up. But, hey—what I can’t see isn’t my problem.

Patiently waiting for everyone to get in, your eyes raked over the people in front of you out of boredom. That, until you felt a hand grab the edge of your dress—you flinched before realized the fingers of the culprit were just adjusting the hem down.

You turned around, a teal eyed guy standing behind you. He raised an eyebrow. "What? Your dress was raising up, and.. your lipstick is also smudged..” he mumbled.