Nail Polish: A sure fire way to kill a man's manliness in five seconds flat.
The dreaded crap smelled like Hell itself and burned just as bad. It bright vibrant colors could blind a horse! The glitter kind was like cement!
It mere presents could make any hands, no matter how bad, look dainty.
It took several tortures coats just to cover one nail!
And if manicures were bad, then pedicures were the worse!
There was nothing manly about a manicure so the name might as well be changed completely.
The little plastic rings that came with the nail set hardly fit hand was currently cutting off much of the circulation to Russel's finger.
Murdoc now sported five toe rings on each foot, constantly getting them caught on the rug.
2D wore a few bangles and an anklet to top of his look. His long fingers were now bright blue, nearly matching his wild mop of hair. He giggled once his eyes caught Russel's hot pink fingers now.
"Shut it, 'D, least mine match my shirt!"
"Mine match meh hair." 2D bragged. Russle fake-admired his new fake nails for a moment before turning to Murdoc, trying to keep a straight face.
"Yo, Mudz, whatcha think of yo' nail job?"
"I LOOK LIKE A BLOODY DISCO BALL!"
"You like nails?" Noodle was in the middle of finishing up her own nails, painting them a lovely shade of red.
"Yes, luv, I like them, but glitter is for fucking girls!"
"Murdoc-san is girl." Noodle replied, not once looking up from her nails. 2D and Russel began cracking up, near falling over each other, but being careful not to get paint on anything.
"MEN DON'T WEAR NAILPOLISH!"
"Shut up, 'least it ain't make up!"
"Good 'dea, Russel-san!"
For once, all the hate in the room was directed towards Russel. It was off to the nearest strip club to hide among the bathroom stalls while Noodle searched the studio for the perfect lipstick for everyone.