[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FB5A7E]Leighton Brooks[/color][/h1][img]https://media0.giphy.com/media/3oKIPq5EQ1CIlWq0QU/giphy.gif?cid=3640f6095c3161494c32494d4d32061a[/img][hr][color=FB5A7E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Millenium Plaza Nail Salon
[color=FB5A7E][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Leighton lifted her hand to her face and scanned, immediately spotting the inconsistency. [color=FB5A7E]"You call this a French tip? My housekeeper could do a better job and she's eighty years old."[/color] She glared invisible daggers at the woman who was doing her nails. Some Asian woman she didn't bother learning the name of. Why bother anyway? Leighton rolled her eyes. [color=FB5A7E]"Speako English? French tip. Supposed to look good, not like I put my hand in a stone grinder. Fix it. Now!"[/color] She handed her hand back and the woman got to work. Quite quickly too. She began speaking to the woman next to her in Chinese or Korean or something.

[color=FB5A7E]"Nuh uh. No talking, because I know you are saying something rude about me in your native tongue. Customer is always right. You screwed up my nail. Now you fix it!"[/color] Leighton wouldn't have been caught dead hear normally, but she had precious little time to go anywhere else. Having been to Washington only recently for Cheerleading, as well as scoping out a possible college/internship program, she wasn't aware of the hot spots yet. And this place had 4 1/2 stars, though she couldn't see why.

She glanced up, noticing a girl looking in the window. Poor thing. Probably couldn't afford decent tail treatment if her outfit was anything to go on. She glanced back at her hand, seeing it slowly turn into something halfway decent. [color=FB5A7E]"Much better. Now hurry, I have other things to do than waste my time here any longer."[/color]