[center][color=cc99c7][h3]Sloane Shields[/h3][/color]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/LmEhB8u.png?1[/img]

[b]Location:[/b] Ink Shields
[b]Interacting with[/b] Cara[/center]
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Sloane set her bag behind the counter, phone on top, and sat at the stool facing the entrance. She checked her appointment binder for the fourth time that day and sighed in boredom at the blank columns before her eyes drifted to the door upstairs, from which her fat cat stalked out. [color=cc99c7]"You're not allowed in here, Nox,"[/color] she said, watching the feline stalk over to rub against her jeans. Rolling her eyes, Sloane simply stretched down to her bag to fetch her sketchbook and a small selection of lead and ink. After glancing up at the clock, she picked up where she left off on a sketch of a decorated rose. 

The tattoo shop was silent save for the low hum of the heater. The stereo was off--typical for Ink Shields unless a client was stuck there for hours and would like some background music. This was annoyingly common, but Sloane wasn't great at the small talk meant to entertain customers while she worked. Sloane liked quiet...and the roar of an approaching motorcycle was anything but. 

She watched through the window as Cara approached before dropping her green eyes down to her drawing. She quickly added a finishing touch, and Sloane was setting her sketchbook aside when her friend walked through the door and greeted her. [color=cc99c7]"Slow as fuck,"[/color] she replied simply, sitting up straighter with a sigh. [color=cc99c7]"So whattya need? Want tea or coffee or anything?"[/color] As she asked, she nodded over to the water (hot or cold), tea bags, and instant coffee she had set up by the chairs for customers to help themselves to. Nox revealed himself from behind the counter to greet Cara with a meow.