Just before the artist finished Becky's face tattoo, she took a big fluffy brush and lightly dusted her face with cosmetic-grade glitter, so the whole thing shimmered.
"I'm not a girl scout," Sloan laughed, "That looks great, Becky, you did a great job."
Milo looked down at his camera, this was a rare moment he wished he had a polaroid. He didn't really like posed photographs, but he kind of liked... well, he supposed the aesthetic was fun, and he liked the idea of putting them all together. So, barely able to say the words at an audible volume because of his nervousness of actually speaking to someone he had never initiated conversation with before, he asked Becky, "could i, uh, take... um, i think it'd be cool if we all... you know...could i take a, a photograph. of the--face paint."
At this request, the artist's eyes lit up, "I think that sounds so much fun. Yes, absolutely. Okay you," she looked at Alec, "shut your eyes, and you can just point to what you want to get, okay? And then point to the colour or colours you want it to be in."