Halloween!Kasabian. When Tom and Serge drink and bet and dare, there are no winners ;)
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The girl in make-up giggles the whole time as she applies fake tan to Tom's skin. He wants to hit her, a little, but he knows at the same time this'll be everyone's reaction, and he has to just smile and take it for one night. Maybe if he acts like this was his idea the entire time.
He puts on his army print shirt and trousers, big black boots and a beret. Looking in the mirror he can see the painted-on smile at the corners of his mouth, and rosy cheeks. Maybe a little too much, but never mind. too late to wipe it off now.
He heads to the hotel room which Serge has refused to leave all day, claming a headache (hangover), but really he just doesn't want to fulfil the dare. Tom knocks once, and twice, louder the second time. He's carrying clothing which is barely there, but very, very pink and sparkly. Serge will hate it. Funny, because if it were on anyone else, he'd love it. And love taking it off.
Tom lets Serge think he can't get in for a minute or so, putsh im in a false comfort zone, and then barges in using his own key card. Serge stares wide-eyed in horror but knows he has to accept his fate.
Half an hour later and he's in a blonde wig, a tight mini skirt, and an even tinier and tighter top. Tom produces the make-up he has borrowed and watches Serge apply it, because he doesn't trust Tom to come near him and do it himself. Tom dosn't blame him; he's sorely tempted to really make Serge look like Whore!Barbie. As if he doesn't enough already.
They both pick up their trick-or-treating bags to collect their sweets in, and head out the door arm in arm. If they're having to pretend to be Action Man and Barbie because of a stupid drunken dare they both managed to lose, at least they can get something out of it.
ETA!
Luckily for them, their last stop was at the local off-license, and Todd was in, and they made him laugh so bloody hard that once he'd fallen off his seat behind the counter, he'd given them all the free beer they could carry in their bags. After they'd dumped out the sweets of course; Tom had stuffed as many as he could into his army uniform pockets (there sure were a lot of pockets), but Serge really had nowhere to conceal his chocolate and lollipops. Beginning to drink before they began to make their way 'home' helped make it more bearable. Though it made it a lot harder for Serge to walk in those high heels. He kept tottering left and right and clinging to Tom, threatening to pull them both over onto the floor, and all they could do was laugh.
"I always thought Barbie would look better with a moustache!" Tom yelled far too loudly, and began to laugh so hard his drink almost came out of his nose. Serge just nodded and giggled away.
"I like a man in uniform." He said when he'd finally stopped laughing. His nose was touching Tom's, and his breath smelt of the beer he'd just taken a swig of.
"That line's about as plastic as your name-sake tonight," Tom said, without too much slurring.
"You're still going to fall for it though." Serge insisted. "I'll have you out of those trousers in..." He brought his arm up to his face to look at the time. He stared for a minute or two, and then began to laugh. "I don't have a WATCH."
"I don't care." Tom said, and kissed him square on the mouth. And everyone had always believed Action Man was gay.
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