“I’m not sure about this.” Taylor’s voice carried out of the hotel bathroom before he stepped out of it.
When he finally emerged, Zac just grinned, the expression doubly creepy because of his Joker face paint. And Taylor–Taylor did look ridiculous in the little red and black leather skirt, his hair just barely long enough for the pigtails he’d brushed them into.
But Zac just grinned even more. “You look great.”
“I look ridiculous.” Taylor pouted, tugging his skirt down to no avail. “Why couldn’t we have done Star Wars?”
“Because you didn’t want to be Slave Girl Leia?”