hate is a strong word (mallory!)

[CHARLEY HARPER]

I'M A TROUBLEMAKER

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This had to be the biggest waste of time ever. She could have had an internship, been a tutor, or had any other frigging job besides this one. Charley Harper selling clothes, really? If someone told her this was where she was going to be working six months ago, she would have slapped them in the face. Literally. That's how much she hated the idea of working in a upscale clothing boutique. It was her stupid father's idea…current girlfriend number 30283403 suggested that a job might help Charley's 'attitude problem.' In Charley's opinion, it wasn't her having an attitude…the girl just couldn't deal with the truth actually being told to her face: that she was a gold-digging whore. And of course, the girl had to insist that Charley work at HER store, just to make Charley even that much more miserable. The stupid bitch. Charley's father of course thought this was a fantastic idea, and ignored all of Charley's logical arguments against it.

So here she was, dressed in a stupid red dress that was forced upon her after she showed up for her first day of work in ripped jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt she had gotten at some debate competition a couple years ago. The whore said it was because her outfit was 'not appropriate for this type of establishment.' Of course it wasn't, that was the whole reason Charley picked it out. But apparently she had signed a contract that said she had to 'dress appropriately' during work. Not that Charley had ever signed or even seen a contract, that stupid girl must have slipped it to her father and forged her signature or something. But nobody listened to Charley, of course. So into the red dress she went. It was stupid and frilly…who buys this stuff? Especially at these prices, it was insane. Whatever, she knew she'd never get out of this hell hole unless she convinced the whore that the job had 'changed' her. So fake smile, here we go.

Great, another customer. "Good afternoon! Welcome to Trop Cher, your go-to boutique for the latest European designer fashions. Is there anything I can help you with?" Charley said, the biggest fake smile she could muster on her face. After the woman shook her head, Charley turned around and rolled her eyes. That was almost physically painful. Three more hours….today. This was going to be rough.

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[MALLORY TORRES]

The only thing more confusing about Mallory Torres having a job was how the blondie with ZERO fashion-sense got the same job. Mallory knew fashion and some could say she was a true fashionista, so when she saw the new girl's outfit on the first day Mallory was utterly stunned. The girl was pretty...gorgeous, even...but the way she just didn't seem to give a rat's ass about the clothes that accented her body was as obvious as the fake smile plastered on her face the moment a customer would approach her. Mallory kept everything professional and thoroughly enjoyed picked out a cute pair of shoes or the next 'it' dress.

Mallory finished with her customer at the register and proceeded to chat with blondie. Adjusting her dress and checking her hair in the mirror, Mallory took a few short strides over to the girl. Her heels clicked happily as she stopped and smiled at the girl. "Charley...right?" Mallory smiled a bit. Before anyone could say something else a tall, thin lady tapped Mallory on the shoulder.

"Umm. Hi. Yeah, like, could you, like, help me?"

Mallory smiled and nodded.

"Ohhh...Not you. Brunettes have bad taste...obviously."

Mallory's smile quickly faded and her eyes went to slits, "Excuse me? I can assure you that I can better assist you than," Mallory gestured at Charley. Okay, that was a bit rude, but damn, this lady was smoking something heavy to assume Mallory to be 'unfashionable.'

"Like, Seriously, just go, like, fold something...Ick."

Mallory's felt her face go flush with anger. "Well, Charley, go ahead...Assist."

Charleyyyyy |starring!

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[CHARLEY HARPER]

I'M A TROUBLEMAKER

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After a few minutes of no potential customers, Charley started staring at the gaudy rhinestone-encrusted clock on one of the shelves across the store. Two hours, fifty-seven minutes and twenty-five seconds, two hours, fifty-seven minutes and twenty-four seconds, two hours, fifty-seven minutes and…wait, someone was walking towards her. Fantastic. She worked here, Charley remembered that, but she was blanking on the name. Which was weird, considering she was usually pretty good with names. It started with an M, she remembered that…was it Molly? No…Mary? No…Mallory! That was it. Okay, that would make this encounter somewhat less awkward.

"Charley...right?"

Charley was about to open her mouth to respond when a woman tapped Mallory on the shoulder and started talking. Oh god, this was hysterical. Charley had to control herself to not burst out into laughter when she saw Mallory's face as soon as the woman said 'brunettes have bad taste…obviously.' The fact that the girl cared so much about stupid things like 'fashion' and 'clothes' to upset her that much was ridiculous. However, the situation was too good not to play up.

"I'd be happy to help you!" Charley said, as enthusiastically as she could, lightly pushing Mallory to the side. "I'll pick you out an outfit, since I obviously have the superior taste," Charley said, giving Mallory a smirk. "Why don't we try…this," she grabbed the most hideous shirt within reach, which happened to be a neon yellow blouse with rhinestones, "with this…" she added, snatching a long purple skirt, which she believed was called a 'peasant skirt.' She found that extremely ironic, considering peasants could never afford anything in this store, especially this skirt. Which caused her to take a quick glance at the price tag…165 dollars?!? Really? Jesus Christ. Charley continued picking the most hideous things around the store as she continued, "…and add this, and this…" she said, grabbing a giant gold belt and a green sequined scarf, "and finish off with this!" she finished, picking up some awful orange suede boots. "That should be perfect! Go try it on!" She exclaimed, throwing the clothes and accessories into the woman's arms and pointing her towards the dressing room. As the woman quickly scurried away to the back, Charley called out "Have a nice day! It's been a pleasure to serve you," turning back to look at Mallory. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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notes:[/b][/color] SORRY FOR SUCH THE LONG DELAY OMG
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[MALLORY TORRES]

To say that Mallory was fuming at this point was a SEVERE understatement. She was so pissed that her parents felt the rush of anger. The way that the blond bimbos were interacting was revolting and then the clothes that Charley was picking out. Mallory had to tear her eyes away as she went to the back to do some inventory and possibly punch a a few things. She hadn't felt this angry in a long while, but one simple bitch who was ignorant to fashion had ignited the flame to Mallory's short fuse. Then Charley looked at Mallory with those eyes that screamed, 'Let's fight, bitch.' Well, Mallory had to give the girl something to chew on. She approached to blond slut and slammed her shoulder into the girl's shoulder with such force that it would hopefully send the girl stumbling back a few steps. "Oh sorry. Your obnoxiously large ego and attitude seemed to make your ass grow as well." Mallory stated with a bitchy grin as she continued walking to the cash register.

[CHARLEY HARPER]

I'M A TROUBLEMAKER

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Charley smirked to herself. That was the best the girl had? She was expecting to be punched in the face. Well, that shove did hurt quite a bit...it would probably leave a bruise. Could that count as harassment? Maybe she could get Mallory fired…wow, she wanted to see that reaction. However, she didn't think she was quite in the good graces of bitch whore girlfriend at the moment, so Mallory would probably win and Charley couldn't tolerate that. So she'd have to be a bit sneakier...huh. The best thing she could think of at the moment was having the woman actually buy the outfit. After all, didn't actions speak louder than words? Mallory would flip out. Okay, she could do this. All she had to do was sell somebody something...it couldn't be that hard could it? It was just like debate...you had to convince someone that you were right. So this was just like when she got a topic she disagreed with, she just had to pretend like she truly believed it. So her topic was convincing somebody that the most horrifying outfit in the world was beautiful.

She headed towards the back, and instantly saw the woman because just looking at her almost burnt her eyes off. Holy shit, she looked like a traffic cone. If that traffic cone ran into some Christmas tree lights and a squirrel along the way. This was going to be more than she difficult that she thought. Giving one last look at Mallory, she turned around and started walking towards the woman.

"Wow, you look incredible! The colors really make you look younger, and that green really brings out your eyes. Doesn't she look incredible, Mallory?" Yes, this was going to be the best part.

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