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Thirty minutes later and Calliope felt like the line had barely moved at all.

She was trying her best to be patient because from what she understood random outbursts of aggression were frowned upon in most places (Unless she was hitting the punching bag at the gym, in which case most humans seemed to to encourage that sort of behavior. How Odd.) but she was struggling to restrain irritated growls. There were not many things that she hated more than standing around idly, and to have to do so next to other pushy, rowdy club goers was her idea of hell. [i]’Why did I think this would be a good idea?’[/i] she mused as she finally got up to the front of the line.

“Hello,” she greeted the bouncer without looking at him, digging through her pockets until her fingers finally brushed across the smooth surface of her driver’s license. “I’m just supposed to hand this to you, ri--oh,” Calliope stopped as she looked up, her head tilting back almost comically far so she could look up into the face of her running mate from this morning. “It’s you! Hello,” she started again, a little more warmly this time. “I hope the rest of your run went more smoothly than the first part,” she joked lamely as she extended her arm to hold her ID out for him to take. 

“My name is Calliope,” she told him, even though he could plainly see it printed across the top of her driver’s license. “Like the greek muse. Or the [url=https://youtu.be/sz9bD_Dmqwc?list=PLrMfUvWCTJJS-JwK7jaAu1OzIMVTe9Vge]circus instrument[/url], depneding on who you ask. My mother had a, um...,” the blue eyed girl paused to scratch at her nose while she tried to figure out how to word it. “...[i]interesting[/i] sense of humor.” Her gaze flitted down to the pile of destroyed IDs at the big man’s feet. Why was he tearing some of them up? Hopefully he wouldn’t do that to her’s, the line at the DMV was so dreadful it would surely cause her to malfunction. 

“Excuse me!” A platinum blonde girl with a dark tan exclaimed, tangling her manicured nails through the ends of Calliope’s hair and giving the strands a quick yank. “Your hair is [i]sooooooooo[/i] pretty, girlfriend! Is it, like, um, natural or something?”

“Stop that, please!” the vet student grumbled, swatting at the other woman’s hands and hitting them just hard enough to get the point across. She didn’t mind randomly being petted, that was sort of nice, but she had no patience for hair pulling. “...and no ma’am, this is not my hair’s natural state.” Calliope tried to keep her face schooled so she did not offend the handsy stranger, but her eye still ended up twitching slightly. Had she honestly thought she had been born with blue hair?

Did that actually happen? Calliope didn’t think so, but maybe there had been advancements in genetic technology? She’d have to research it once she got back home. 

The other woman wrinkled her nose up at her like maybe she had been rude and since Calliope wasn’t really sure what else to do about it she turned back to the large ginger man guarding the door and waited for him to speak.

[@Saarebas]