Angel and Cordelia’s laughter drew Wesley to them, trying to remember the last time he’d heard Angel sound so happy and relaxed.
“What’s the joke?” he asked.
Cordelia wiped her wet eyes and grimaced at the smear of black on her hand. “Waterproof, my ass,” she said. “Have they ever made any that worked?”
“Only the ‘Rainmaker’ line from Elle, and even then the mink brown is iffy,” Wesley said.
Angel and Cordelia exchanged glances.
“Um, Wesley,” Cordelia said. “How come you’re all knowledge guy about cosmetics?”
“School plays,” Wesley lied, without missing a beat.
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