"Yeah, yeah." He agreed, running a hand through his overly gelled hair. He knew she was right, of course. Any absence of the host would be noticed, and Calendius would be stupid more than naive if he believed his contributions at parties to be somehow subtle. Quite the pair they made together.

He wrung his hands, trying to clear the gel and temporary metallic dye from them to no avail. Oh well, it blended in with the paint decently enough. Jenny, on the other hand, wasn't so perfect looking anymore. On her cheek was an incriminating silver smudge. "You have a thing just there," he said blandly, pointing to the corresponding area on his own face rather than risking making it worse. "I usually carry a handkerchief or a towel or something, but there aren't exactly pockets in this thing."