60 Years in the Making | HellHarpy
Phoebe let out a laugh, throwing her head back. “Can’t take any glory on that. Alex did it all by himself, honestly.” All Phoebe had done was watch on the sidelines. If anything, Alex should’ve fired her by now for the way she spoke to some of the clients. Not that it was anything out of the blue. Turning to look at him, she perked up and continued sarcastically. “Me, change? Of course, I do charity work on my time off. Feed the homeless, take in abandoned animals. I’m practically Mother Theresa. Or Mother Phoebe.” She scrunched her nose and grimaced. “Oh god, that sounds absolutely horrible.” Phoebe looked at him, she was doing more than alright being civil but she wasn’t quite sure how long that would last - how long before something struck a nerve if she invited him to stay longer. “Nah, Thing One over there needs to learn how to close shop. Once he’s got everything done, I’m closing up. Where are you staying?”
From what he'd heard about her brother, it didn't really surprise him that the man was capable of bringing all of this to himself. A small smile graced his face as he tried to picture her doing charity work. The friendly tone they'd kept was nice, but somehow it felt wrong. He was trying not to upset her, but the attempt was bound to fall flat sooner rather than later. "Yeah not really your style. Then again, I don't know if I believe that's really anyone's style. It has to be some sort of penance or self-torture that makes people do things like that. Does anyone really enjoy that stuff?" Following her gaze he snorted at the slacker in the corner. "That looks promising. Oh, I'm over in Inman Park." A thought was nagging in the back of his mind. Glancing at her sideways, Jagger shifted in his seat and rested his arm on the back of the couch. "So have you been here all this time, or did you move and come back?"











