Billy's Geeky Quest Page 5
“Right.” Billy gave him a parting salute, then strutted off, his cape fluttering out behind him.
* * * *
Before he got the coffees, Billy went to find a bathroom because he had some finishing touches still to do.
He was in luck, because the bathrooms were all gender neutral. Thank you, Flamecon. He went in the nearest one, and got himself in front of the mirror. He rifled through his utility belt for what he needed.
No bag today, just a belt.
He got out the small pot of silver glitter, and took off his gloves so he could rub the glitter right into his beard and mustache.
It was loose glitter, so he hadn’t wanted to have it on inside the cab and get it everywhere. It was going everywhere now, spreading over the enamel sink in a sparkly mess.
Billy managed to wash most of it away when he was done, but there was glitter stuck to his hands, and that wasn’t going anywhere.
“Should’ve thought this through,” he muttered to himself.
He washed his hands a couple more times, but he had to concede they would be glittery all day. So, he put his gloves back on, and messed with his hair next.
A couple people came into the restroom, and Billy’s first instinct when caught doing his hair was to freeze with nerves, but this pair were in cosplay as ‘90s X-Men, and chatting excitedly.
Billy relaxed, and he recognized their cosplays as Wolverine and Cyclops.
Cyclops!
He had an internal squeal, and was dying to ask them for a photo, but they’d obviously come in here to use the toilets, and Billy didn’t want to bother them.
But he would tell Scott about it.
He went and got the coffees, and took them back to artist’s alley. People had begun streaming into the hall as the Con got underway. Billy sashayed over to Scott’s table, where he was sitting and twirling his thumbs, looking a little lost.
He perked up when he spotted Billy, a bright smile breaking over his face.
“Scott, guess what,” Billy said, setting down the coffees. “Literally just saw a cyclops. Small world, huh?”
“What?” Scott said. “A cyclops? Where?”
“Yeah, as in X-Men Cyclops, in the bathroom, so I didn’t get a picture, but—” Billy leaned across the table and said dramatically, “the cyclops is out there.”
Scott laughed heartily. “Oh, no,” he played along, “who will protect us?”
“Me, apparently!” Billy went around the table and stepped into Scott’s open arms. “Never fear, Ulysses is here.”
He gave Scott a quick peck on the lips. Scott smiled when Billy pulled back, then his eyes dropped to Billy’s mouth.
“Is your beard sparkling, or is it the lights?”
Billy grinned wide. “I put glitter in it.”
“And there’s probably glitter on my face now?” Scott guessed.
“Yes. Yes, there is.” Billy giggled deviously. “Welcome to my world.”
THE END
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