Drunkenly, Gary fumbled for his keys. "What a great night out" he mumbled to himself as he swung open his apartment door. Living in the small studio definitely had it's perks, especially that he could stumble in at 3 in the morning and not worry about waking anyone else.
As he shuffled to the bathroom to wash up before hitting the hay, he laughed to himself remembering the creme he got at the ointment store. Thinking of the absurdity of it all, he figured why the hell not, and opened the container. An amazing tobacco and woodsy smell hit his nose, as the lid opened up revealing a brown creme. As if in a trance he quickly dipped a finger in the gooey creme and lifted it to his face.
"Here goes nothing" he chuckled as he dabbed the goo over the entirety of his upper lip. He quickly washed his hands and recalled the instruction to wash his face after ten minutes. Sure enough as the time passed the creme appeared to harden on his well chiseled face. Looking at the man with the chocolate milk mustache application, he was actually surprised that the mustachioed look didn't strike him as completely ridiculous. He could only imagine what having real hair would look like and laughed again at the absurdity as he washed the remainder from his face.
Looking at his clean face, he cracked another brilliant smile, "See you in the morning handsome" before lurching off to bed...