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Jordan gave the girl who spoke an unimpressed look. "Cool story. I'm sure you're all very trustworthy." They turned their eyes back to the one in the middle — the one they already knew was going to be trouble. But there was something in her expression that made Jordan hesitate. Something that didn't feel like a mistake waiting to happen, not the usual kind, anyway. "God, I'm gonna regret this," she muttered under her breath, running a tattooed hand down her face. They pointed toward the only open chair in the shop with an annoyed sigh. "You puke, cry, or pass out mid-line, I'm walking out and locking the door behind me. And I'm still gonna make you pay, too." With a roll of their eyes, they moved from behind the counter at the front of the shop before going to set up their work station. "What do you want to get done?"