Beastboy was a sucker for the ladies. That was how he ended up sitting in a chair with a bib around his neck whilst Starfire applied blusher to his face.

When she first asked him, he'd said -no-, quite firmly. But Starfire had made big eyes at him. Big, big eyes. She'd said that she wanted to practice Earth cosmetic rituals, and she had asked Raven, but Raven had threatened her with bodily harm. She hadn't asked Robin or Cyborg yet, because she had gone to Beastboy first - which made him feel rather flattered. And, where was the harm in it? The worst she could do to him was get mascara in his eye. Besides, it'd be fun!

And it was kind of fun, too. Beastboy liked having Starfire fuss over him, even if he did end up looking like a demented cross-dressing pixie.

"Er, these products weren't tested on animals, right?" Beastboy asked.

"No. I checked!" said Starfire.

"Why do you want to worry about makeup, anyway?" It wasn't like Starfire needed it much. She'd look pretty if she dressed in sack cloth and wore a three week old pizza on her head.

"Because I like doing Earth things! Even if they are small things. Learning about small things helps me to appreciate the bigger things."

"Ah, 'k." He tried not to sneeze as she nearly shoved a brush up his nose.

Once she had finished coating his skin with a fine coat of purple dust, Starfire tsked to herself, then stepped back and wagged her index finger at him. "I have ran out of orange eye shadow! I shall go and find some more. I will be back in five minutes of time. Please do not move."

Beastboy nodded at her, then closed his eyes and relaxed in his chair. Starfire shut the door behind her.

Three minutes or so later, the door opened again.

"Hi, Star-" Beastboy began.

"DUDE!" said a voice that certainly wasn't Starfire's.

Beastboy opened his eyes to find Cyborg blocking the doorframe.

"I HAD NO IDEA!" shouted Cy.

Beastboy glared at him so much that one of his false eyelashes fell off and stuck to his cheek, so that it looked like a spider was abseiling down his face. "...It's not what you think."

Cyborg gestured frantically. "But! You! Eyeshadow! Lipstick! You have GLITTER. In your HAIR." He shook his head. "That's just fruity, man."

"Says the guy who wears go-go boots all the time."

Cyborg looked at his footware. "They're not go-go boots. What're go-go boots?"

Beastboy realised that it probably wouldn't help his case if he admitted to knowing what go-go boots were. So he pointed at Cyborg's head, and yelled, "You will say NOTHING of this."

And of course, Cyborg grinned evilly.

"What? But you look kind of cute."

"NOT funny."

"You're even prettier when you're angry, y'know."

Cyborg stepped out of the doorway just in time to avoid being beaned by a bottle of nail polish.