[Bebe hears something being unscrewed and consumed, but she doesn't think anything of it and simply continues her work. When someone addresses her, she turns on her heel and immediately is less than impressed.
Who asked this guy? She narrows her eyes.]
I guess my shamrock-patterned leggings were in the wash.
[She doesn't mind being sarcastic with patrons if they're being rude. This isn't a retail job.
Besides, she's not even sure if she owns something green. Barely anything in her wardrobe isn't black. She might have olive-lined tights somewhere, but she wasn't going to dig them out to make a half-baked attempt for something so useless.]
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Who asked this guy? She narrows her eyes.]
I guess my shamrock-patterned leggings were in the wash.
[She doesn't mind being sarcastic with patrons if they're being rude. This isn't a retail job.
Besides, she's not even sure if she owns something green. Barely anything in her wardrobe isn't black. She might have olive-lined tights somewhere, but she wasn't going to dig them out to make a half-baked attempt for something so useless.]