[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/c78a89698af862457ebae2ed84034d7b/tumblr_inline_mfhw62ghYI1rcntul.gif[/img][hr]Location: The Hotel ---> Riley's Car[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday chuckled a bit. [color=ff6600]"I know, took going to prison for me to get a sense of humor,"[/color] she added, teasing herself. Riley was already raring and ready to go out of the door, and Tuesday quietly assembled her purse, feeling around for anything she could smoke later. Coming up empty, she let out a sigh. Being high would certainly help with the tensions of the picnic, though she supposed that [i]someone[/i] there would either still deal or be into dealing. Grabbing her phone, Tuesday grimaced a bit. She had three missed calls. It didn't take her long to recognize the number. One of the girls back in California must have needed something, but they could wait. Shoving the phone back in her purse, she glanced up, just in time to see Cynthia break the brush. 

[color=ff6600]"You're already smoking hot,"[/color] Tuesday grinned, grabbing her own brush and a few hair ties. [color=ff6600]"Here, I got you."[/color] Carefully untangling Cynthia's matted hair, she extracted the brush, tossing it onto the bed behind her. Tuesday's brush was one she got at a salon, designed for wet hair. Her hair always tangled and she found that only this super-brush could do the trick. Running it through Cynthia's hair, Tuesday held the roots of it, in order to minimize the pain of detangling. 

[color=ff6600]"There..."[/color] Tuesday paused, before starting on a french braid. She had had plenty of time to practice braiding hair in solitary. [color=ff6600]"Does Chris still film everyone at these things?"[/color] Tuesday asked. She remembered him, president of the AV club back in high school. She always expected that he'd become the next director for Marvel. Funny how life turned out. 

Finishing her job, Tuesday stepped back a bit, admiring it. [color=ff6600]"Youah look gorgeous, doll face~"[/color] Tuesday joked, twisting her face up slightly in her absolutely [i]wretched[/i] impression. Holding the door open for Cynthia, she let out head out first, before joining Riley in the elevator. The entire time, she couldn't help but expect them to bump into someone they knew, but the coast appeared to be clear for the moment. Once out of the elevator and into the car, Tuesday took a seat in the back. She figured Cynthia would enjoy riding shotgun.