Greer frowned into the drink in her hand and took a sip before she spoke. “So, I’m doing the math, and I’m not coming up with any reason how your tattoos should have anything to do with your ability to instruct a yoga class,” Greer responded. She had grown up with a mother who had pretty strong feelings about tattoos, but that probably wasn’t what Harper needed to hear at the moment. “You’re a saint for letting them stay–yoga is supposed to be a silent time for internal reflection and growth, so maybe if you taught, like, an extra good class today they recognized that they have it within themselves to mind their own business?” Greer held her glass to her chest and looked at Harper directly, “Besides, your tattoos make you look like a total bad ass.”

Greer shrugged her shoulder and threw a cluster of waves back over her shoulder before loosening a slight groan. “I had someone back out of a commission–apparently they think charging more than three bucks an hour for my time was excessive.” She was grateful to have someone to vent about work things with. Judging by the day it sounded like Harper had, Greer knew she could probably relate. 

“I’m pretty sure I heard them say something about me looking like a punk or something.  I couldn’t help but wonder how bad of a headspace they had to be in to make assumptions based on someone’s appearance. It was very... irritating, but they didn’t seem to hate my class too much as it got going.” Harper shrugged her shoulders, doing her best to brush off the criticisms, though it stung her a little bit. Besides, she knew she was damn good at her job. “Thanks for the compliment. I’m actually such a soft person, but I do like looking a little badass,” she said with a giggle, smiling at the woman as she spoke.

“Are you serious? That’s gross. People should respect people who work on commission and realize it’s a job just like anything else,” she said with a groan, feeling bad for the other’s day. At least the two of them had alcohol to help get them through the rest of the day.

“I don’t think I’d be able to do what you do without getting worked up, Karens can be terrifying.” Addy smiled. “I certainly don’t envy you teaching grown-ups, my worst run in today was a kid that clearly didn’t get enough sleep sobbing over me reminding him to flush his poops, insisting they were his friends.” She replied with a small chuckle. “The hardest part was keeping a straight face with him. So, aside from having spent far too long staring at a child’s feces, I’ve had a good day, but this drink is much needed, so thanks for the invite.” 

“All the yoga I do, I’m pretty relaxed most of the time, but today was... an adventure,” she said with a smile at Addy. She had met the girl in one of her yoga classes and the two hit it off pretty much immediately. Harper couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the story, finding it to be the most amusing thing she heard all day. “Kids are so gross,” she said with a chuckle. “I still kinda want one someday. As much as I pretend to not be a white picket fence lesbian, there’s always that slight desire to have a cute little family.” Perhaps she was oversharing, but that’s what alcohol did to her some days.  “But you’re so very welcome. Why wouldn’t I invite my favorite student turned friend?” She said with a sweet smile.

Brooke laughed shaking her head. “I don’t get it, he loved them last week.” She nodded. “While my favorite is broccoli, he does love him some corn. So you guys would get along great.”

“He sounds like an indecisive little guy that’s for sure,” she said with a chuckle. “I like him already! If you ever need a babysitter for any reason, feel free to hit me up. I’m actually awesome with kids, maybe it’s because I’m basically a grown child myself.”

★ ━  ( kehlani,   cis-female,   she/her )  ━ ★   just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me.   The person you’re lookin’ for is     HARPER ALEXANDRIA LOVELL.  also known as just   HARPER.    Last I heard she was born on   APRIL 18TH, 1995     in     ATLANTA, GEORGIA,   but she’s been livin’ in   KING,    for about     FIVE YEARS.    Word around the districts is, this doll,    HARPER    can be    RECKLESS,   CHAOTIC,   &   STUBBORN,   but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that she’s   BUBBLY,   KIND,    &    LOYAL.   I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though.   the last thing ya need to know is that she works as a   YOGA INSTRUCTOR.  I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own.    ━     ( ooc:  cat,   est,   26,   she/her )