"Yes, mine. That's what I did when I was there age, run off and get tattooed." Charlie smiled, not bothered by whatever misunderstanding had taken place.
"Surely you had your rebellious days." "It's definitely part of the business, yeah. Lucky I'm such a natural." Charlie laughed too, shaking her head. Earplugs, though?
"Oh come on, I'm not that bad." She could be that bad, but she usually wasn't with friends.
Henna tattoos, how lovely. Only Charlie wasn't in charge of those today which meant she got to relax and listen to the music while Fletcher and that handsome younger dude did all the work, yeah? She could roll with that.
"See that man over there?" Charlie pointed towards Fletcher (
BanaBatGirl), a smile playing on her lips.
"He's a henna master and I'm sure he'll be able to fix you both up as soon as he gets a second." She was probably being generous with the Henna Master title, by the way.
"Hey Fletch, got some customers for you."
Charlie had sent off a couple to Fletch for some intricate henna design and was leaning up against the display case, watching the crowd. It was a minute or two before she spotted the two boys looking like they were in need of assistance. Kids,
brilliant. Charlie
looooved kids. Only not really. She loved
her kid and her kid only. Still, she had a job to do. Sitting and looking pretty was only part of the reason she was here.
"Can I help you two?" "Well, since you said please." Charlie wandered over to the kids who'd requested help and eyed them both, eyebrows raised.
"What does she need help with, exactly?" And why was it she wasn't speaking for herself?