A/N - It's amazing what happens when you're bored out of your mind. Meet Pink - Blink and Link's cousin, who chose his name purely to annoy them (thanks to Werepuppy Black for helping me with the name issues). Here he is having some paint-related fun with his good friend Cheeky Fairy.
"Green might suit you," Cheeky said, chewing her bottom lip as she dug through the plastic box in front of her.
"You're not painting my face green," Pink told her, frowning.
"Why not?"
"I'll end up looking like the woman on the front of that book we found."
"But pink goes good with green!" She pouted, "And you're Pink, so you must look good with green." As if to prove a point, she pulled out a small tub of green face paint and smeared some of it across his cheek.
"Gee…" Pink wiped the paint from his face with his sleeve, "thanks."
"Welcome," she grinned, now adding spots of different colours.
"I look like a demented clown," Pink said when she handed him the mirror and grinned. "Good job."
"Now write 'I'm a twat' on his forehead and it'll be perfect," Pink looked up to see his cousins – Blink and Link – grinning from across the room. Rolling his eyes he ignored them, instead looking beside them with a grin.
"Alright gorgeous?" He winked at Mot, who rolled her eyes, smiling. He snorted a second later as Blink's arm found its way around her waist.
"Don't worry Blinky boy, nothing to worry about," he smirked and stood, ruffling Cheeky's hair. "Right, time for a drink."
"Go show off the new look," Cheeky called and he grinned, speeding up when he saw Madonna and Charlotte ahead of him.
"Hello ladies," he said, putting an arm around each of their shoulders.
"What the hell is on your face?" Madonna asked, giggling.
"I'm trying out something new."
"What, neon camouflage?" Charlotte snorted.
"Sure," he grinned again – obviously, he was in a very good mood today. "Anyway, don't let me keep you. Go do… whatever it is you girls do." He turned the nearest corner in search of the bar. "Though, if you ever need an extra pair of hands…" he ducked quickly, avoiding the leather glove heading his way. "So that's a no?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"No!"