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Inspired by Lance Bass, of course. Because he said: Next Christmas... no more cards with glitter! Banning them as of now! My car looks like a fairy had a rough night trapped inside it!
Fairy Dust
"So. Thanks for the ride. I'll... see you around?"
"Uh. Yeah. You're welcome," Lance says. He's trying to be cool, but frankly, he's still a bit stunned.
"You got my number." A wide, wicked grin, and he's gone.
Lance pulls himself together and struggles back into the driver's seat. It's not until he turns off the engine in his own brightly-lit garage that he sees the full extent of the—not damage, but it's going to take hours to get it cleaned up, and he can't take it to be valeted, because how can he explain?
Adam Lambert jizzes glitter.
Fairy Dust
"So. Thanks for the ride. I'll... see you around?"
"Uh. Yeah. You're welcome," Lance says. He's trying to be cool, but frankly, he's still a bit stunned.
"You got my number." A wide, wicked grin, and he's gone.
Lance pulls himself together and struggles back into the driver's seat. It's not until he turns off the engine in his own brightly-lit garage that he sees the full extent of the—not damage, but it's going to take hours to get it cleaned up, and he can't take it to be valeted, because how can he explain?
Adam Lambert jizzes glitter.