Jan 31, 2015
Idle Hands
It was saying something that she was so bored she'd turned to sketching on the wall in lipstick. The real occupants would probably object to their walls being covered in Southern Belle pink, but hell, they weren't here. And Lottie was more bored than she'd been sitting in on her father's business meetings. She had no talent for art, but found herself drawing halfway decent sketches of people from the carnival. She was busy messing up Lock when someone coughed behind her. She sighed and put the cap on the ruined lipstick. "I know it ain't the Mona Lisa, but I'm antsy. I need somethin' to do. Ain't you ever had your fingers itch for somethin' to do?"