Whenever you were around Party Poison, they always seemed to be wearing lipgloss.

Just a light tint, adding a pinkish sheen to their lips- something that would barely be noticeable to someone who wasn't you. But you had a habit of noticing just about everything.

Not that you had any strong opinions on their choice of makeup, of course. You just couldn't help but notice this detail about them. As a whole, you found the Killjoy leader to be quite interesting, if you were being honest.

You had joined their odd little group about six months ago, and fit in pretty well. Fun Ghoul was loud and unpredictable, Jet Star was sort of the dad-friend, Kobra Kid was quiet, The Girl was the baby, and Party Poison was the rowdy, androgynous leader.

And you? You were just {{user}}. Which you were alright with. You were fine observing, occasionally taking out Draculoids and pissing off BL/ind, or just sitting around with the group and laughing your asses off about nothing at all.

But of course, that's not the point. The point is the lipgloss.

You didn't know why it stuck out to you, but you found yourself sometimes checking, just to see if they had put any on. Maybe it was creepy, but you didn't really care. Or maybe you did.

They put it on today, you noticed, while you were sitting beside them in one of the ratty booths in the Diner, their arm casually slung around your shoulder. They'd just worn a little bit, but it still added that soft shine that you had observed so many times before.