My borrowed face and my third-hand grace only reflect your glory

I know: you wouldn't think it to look at me.

Top and bottom are my makeup bag and my wallet, respectively. Clearly, you can see what I keep in those: makeup in my makeup bag, and in the wallet I have my concert ticket stubs, credit cards, and money.

My iPod is my pride and joy. Her name is Red. Yes, I'm very original. Anyway, I got her at work, she was a gift from someone in marketing. My phone is an LG Dare in a pink zebra cover, and the pen is Swarovski crystal. I'm an editor, I need a good red pen, or so my father told me when he gave it to me.

Let's see, I have gum, a hairbrush, a change purse, hand lotion, and a Swiss Army knife. You really can't go without one, I've learned. The envelope is stuffed with proofs I can edit longhand on my lunch hour, and the April issue of Playboy I have because I want to rub a co-worker's face in a mistake I caught. When I get done with him, he'll owe me passes to the White Party at the Mansion.

The clothes are for this afternoon. Some of the photographers have been asking me to pose again, so I agreed. I have an appointment at the salon, the shoot, and a meeting at the office so I'll change into my cutoffs and shirt for the shoot, then slip on the dress to head back in for the meeting. Hef will be there, so I can get away with a little casual since I'm pulling double duty today.

That's about it, really. Nothing else to see, folks.

Anne Forsythe
Original Character

This week: It's the time of the season for kissing! Set up a kissing booth and have at it, you crazy kids. Just be careful you don't catch any diseases!

With a few well-placed phone calls, a little luck, and a lot of encouragement from her employer, the deal was done and the booth was set up at the Playboy Pool Party that Sunday. Tickets went on sale to the public to benefit the SPCA, and along with a few tastefully placed games on the property at the Playboy Mansion, Anne had set up a kissing booth with a few special friends.

"We should charge more." she mused, eyeing the sign she was hanging on the front of the cheery pink booth. "Twenty five cents isn't enough."

"With a Playboy bunny offering kisses? We'll make a goddamn mint." Cain Callahan he grunted, rolling his eyes.

Rico Covas snickered, nodding in agreement as he walked out to assist Anne in hanging the sign. "Damn straight...just remember: if Maddy finds me? It's all for charity, and you guys kidnapped me."

Claude Howard sneered, leaning against the side of the booth as he watched them toy with the sign. "I just hope your sister shows, Forsythe. I'll be sneaking freebies if she does."

Anne laughed, gesturing to Hank Callahan to come help her out as she did. "Noted, honey...Hank? Tell me if this looks straight to you!"

Rolling her eyes much like her father, Hank walked around and eyed the sign critically. "Mmmm...yeah, s' all right. C'mon, folks...let's stop fuckin' with the look and hocking the smooches, huh? I got shit to do today."

Smirking, Anne rose and left the sign hanging as she wandered back behind the booth, leaving Rico and Claude to draw in potential customers. Scanning the crowds milling around the grounds, she could already tell which ones would be availing themselves of their services...and she didn't need to be psychic to know that it was going to be a very interesting day.

ooc: Selection of muses to choose from, so step right up! Cracky bendytime fun here, not binding to anybody unless you want it to be. Step on up and get smooched, folks! :P