CHAPTER 33
LANCE AVOIDED Joaquin's eyes like a guilty person. He mulled the web of lies that he injected himself into and almost sighed in exasperation. 'I should've introduced myself as someone married. Maybe they would stop harassing me. All these people trying to irritate me for life.'
"It's not like it's real make up or something! It's just for design! Look, it wouldn't stick." Michael insisted. "Design, you know?"
Lance grinned with malice. "Are you kidding me? That's nail polish. I'm not into that. If it's not make up then why not slosh it up your cheek, okay? I know it's for nails but the way you're waving that to my face is pretty suspicious. "
Michael sighed. "You're being mean again. It's just some polish, you know. So your fingers will look nice and clean? Maybe you never heard of them."
"That stinks." Lance defended himself. "I don't want that. Go pester Miracle or something."