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After a long wait, here is Chapter 7 of Girls Night Out! Sorry it took a long time, we were experiencing some writer's block. :(

Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed, especially pjoperson, who reviewed 5 times! ConcreteAngelRoxHerHalo also reviewed. All your reviews make our day and we're so happy to see that people are reading our story.

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~ThreeOlympianGoddesses

After Percy came out, looking grumpy, and Beckendorf was done insulting him about how pink wasn't his color, they decided to work on another problem. Makeup. They both stood in front of the mirror, all the makeup tools laid out on the counter.

"What goes on first?" Percy asked, clueless. He picked up something that looked like a black pencil, looked at it closely, and set it back on the table.

Beckendorf shrugged. "Does it look like I know? I'm going to go get my wig. Don't do anything stupid." He walked out the door, only to reappear again. "On second thought, don't move."

"Okay. Wait, what's that supposed to mean?" Percy shouted, planting his feet firmly on the ground and trying not to budge. Beckendorf searched through his bag. Oh, there it is, he thought, reaching for a blond wig. The "hair" was pin-straight and shoulder-length with side bangs. He grabbed Percy's as he was on his way back to the bathroom. Beckendorf laughed. It looked exactly like Rachel's, but Percy would look no good in it. The wig was, curly, dark red, and would reach Percy's mid-back. He was thinking about how ridiculous they would look when he opened the bathroom door. There were lip gloss and mascara all over the floor, and Percy looked like a circus clown.

"What happened to 'Don't touch anything'?" Beckendorf yelled, setting the wigs on the countertop.

"Does my face look that bad?" Percy asked. There was lipstick everywhere on his face EXCEPT his lips. The black pencil that Percy had picked up before was used to form a circle around his eyes like a dog, and heavy pink blush was applied on his forehead. There was more, but Beckendorf didn't want to look. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, gaping at Percy. And that was when the door of the Poseidon cabin suddenly opened.

"Sorry if I'm intruding! I just wanted to show Percy his butler- Oh gods," Donatello said in his annoying voice as he came up behind Beckendorf. "Do you need my assistance?" He smirked.

"We're fine!" Percy retorted, trying to wipe off his makeup with toilet paper.

"Of course you are. Anyway, Beckendorf, I have more than a dozen female siblings. I think I can at least do better than the Joker over there," Donatello said, gesturing to Percy.

"Yes, we very much do need help," Beckendorf agreed, glaring at Percy. "Okay, so what is this for-" Beckendorf started, but was interrupted by Donatello.

"I don't work for free. I want you guys to find out if Summer from Demeter is interested in me." Percy cracked up, holding his sides.

"You? And Summer?" That set Percy off again.

"Yes, me! Anyway, my help requires your cooperation. Take it or leave it," he stared at Percy and Beckendorf expectantly, his arms crossed.

"Alright. We'll talk to Summer for you. Just help Percy get his makeup off," Beckendorf said, glancing at Percy. He grimaced. The toilet paper had done nothing but get the lipstick off his cheek, but Percy still looked as awful as he did before.

Donatello grinned and grabbed a bottle. He started rubbing the white stuff on Percy's face.

"Ow! Can't you be gentler?" Percy yelled, since Donatello was practically slapping the goo on his face. "What the heck is this anyway?"

"Suck it up Mr. 'I've been on four quests'," Donatello said, continuing to add on the cream. "It's called makeup remover, genius," he added, rolling his eyes.

Finally, when the threesome got the mess cleaned up and Percy's face was returned to normal, (Well, almost normal. A few spots were still a little pink from where Donatello had scrubbed. Very hard, I might add.) , Donatello took charge. He told Percy to sit down on the toilet seat and started his magic. After a half-hour of plucking, applying, brushing, and complaining, Donatello was finished. He had applied smoky eye make-up around Percy's eyes, making his green orbs even brighter than before. The rest of Percy's face had the natural look. His "red ringlets" were pulled up in a high ponytail. It may seem kind of odd, but Beckendorf actually thought Percy looked good. Like a girl. Almost.

Now it was Beckendorf's turn. After the same procedure as Percy's, Beckendorf looked equally almost girl-ish. On his eyelids, Donatello had put gold shimmer eye shadow and light pink lipstick on his lips. He left Beckendorf's wig as it was. Beckendorf looked like Hannah Montana with dark skin. Of course, Percy thought it was hilarious.

"Dude! Hannah Montana!" Percy gasped between breaks of laughter.

"Hey! I'm not the one wearing mascara," Beckendorf retorted. Percy stopped laughing and abruptly sat up.

"Touché."

"Voila! You like?" Donatello asked, waving around a brush. Evidently, he was proud of himself. The boys nodded.

"One last touch," Donatello said. He pulled two cases, one white, one blue, out of his coat pocket. "Flippers!" he shouted enthusiastically. He opened the cases to reveal two sets of perfect white teeth.

"Flippers? That go on your feet?" Percy asked, confused. Donatello rolled his eyes.

"No, stupid, they go in your mouth, obviously. They're used for pageants," Donatello answered.

"Where'd you get them?" Beckendorf asked suspiciously, hesitantly reaching out to touch one. Donatello turned the shade of pink Percy had on his cheeks.

"I was a pageant king until I came here. I was-uh, a grand supreme, er- one or twice. Or six," Donatello said, looking down at his feet. Beckendorf and Percy looked at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing.

"A. Pageant. Boy?" Beckendorf managed to choke out. Donatello tapped his foot impatiently.

"Yes. Now, can we move on?"

"Wait!" Percy yelled, pointing a finger in the air, before he and Beckendorf started in another fit of laughter. Donatello rolled his eyes. After a few more minutes of cackling, the boys were able to control themselves.

"Finally." Donatello shoved the cases at the boys. "Put them on. They'll make your teeth straighter and um, whiter," Donatello said, grimacing at Percy's slightly yellow teeth. Percy slipped the fake teeth on top of his real ones. Beckendorf copied him.

"Thish ish weiurd," Percy tried to speak. Donatello nodded in understanding.

"It may be hard to talk for a while, but you'll get used to it. At least you have dazzling smiles!" Donatello told them, smiling hugely. It looked like he had some pearly whites of his own.

The boys, er-girls, practiced speaking by saying random words like, "Pie," or "Monkey," to each other. After a few minutes of that, they finally got it. Their voices had a little lisp, but Donatello told them that it was bearable. Then, he made them practice walking like a girl.

"No, Percy! You move your hips! Not your whole body!" Donatello criticized. Percy huffed and tried to get his walk to Donatello's standards. He finally was an expert after multiple times. Then it was Beckendorf's turn. "Keep your arms uncrossed! And don't slouch!" Donatello told him. Beckendorf got his walk faster than Percy. When that was over, Donatello checked his designer watch. "Time to go! Six o'clock!"

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