"Lets see what's behind door number one, shall we?" He jested lightly as Dick moved to open the trunk. No, there wasn't any dead body thankfully but his eyes were immediately focused on the makeup. Piper immediately seized upon the most logical explanation, that the amnesiac--no Dick--had a girl waiting for him somewhere. She was probably worried sick that he hadn't come home last night.

He fought to keep the disappointment off of his face but truth be told, it kind of hurt to see that makeup. Stupid man, of course he wouldn't be single or straight. "Huh?" Was his distracted query as the musician tore his eyes away from the trunk.


"I...wouldn't drink that, who knows how long it's been in here, Dick." Hartley said somewhat weakly and managed to dredge up a smile. "Wouldn't want to end back up in the hospital for food poisoning, do you?"