#TeaserTuesday 7 - Eyebrows

All I'm going to say is... there may be more truth to this scene than certain best friends want there to be... but you know, it was too good to pass up.



To Lyssa's surprise, Lizbeth pulled out a pair of tweezers and began tapping them together.

"What's that for?" Lyssa asked nervously.

"Just…I kind of have this eyebrow thing," Lizbeth said, walking up to Lyssa. "I won't do much, but yours need a bit of shaping."

And without another word, she climbed on top of Lyssa and straddled her on the toilet, grabbing her forehead and tilting it back.

"WHOA!" Lyssa said, too shocked to push her off.

"Ssh," Lizbeth said, inches from her face. "This will only take a moment."

"I'm very uncomfortable right now," Lyssa said, her voice filled with apprehension from the intimate way this stranger was violating her personal space.

"I don't care," Lizbeth replied, holding Lyssa's skin taunt and beginning to pluck. Lyssa winced at the sharp pain of her hair being ripped from her skin.

"OW!" she yelped when a particularly painful hair beneath her eyebrow was ripped out.

"Ssh, ssh, ssh," Lizbeth said uncaringly, placing her thumb against the skin. "You're fine."

"Do you sexually assault all your houseguests, or am I just lucky?"

"Oh stop," Lizbeth said, before looking down at Lyssa. "You aren't gay, are you?"

"No."

"Well, you know, the tough girl act, wasn't sure," Lizbeth shrugged, continuing to pluck. "I mean, it's fine if you are—"

"I'm not," Lyssa said.

"So are you seeing anyone then?" Lizbeth asked conversationally. "I haven't seen you with anyone or calling anyone since I met you."

"I'm not dating anyone," Lyssa replied. "I don't have time for that crap."

"Yeah, with your attitude, I'm surprised you aren't still a virgin," Lizbeth smirked, winking at her. "It's probably more secure than the Universal Bank down there."

"Can we not talk about this while your crotch is on mine?" Lyssa asked.

"Fine," Lizbeth said, sitting back and giving her a tired look. "But we're not done talking about it."

After a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence and hair plucking, Lizbeth sat back and examined her handiwork.

"Much better," she sighed, turning to grab an eyebrow pencil. "Now, hold still…"

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