[ The shop does look very different from when Harley owned it, mostly because immediately before she left the city she'd intentionally wrecked the place -- and a lot of other places -- in anger at the city for sending them home. The irony of it being a bluff for most everyone else wasn't lost on Drake, but he'd put the shop back in order.
Drake himself is sitting at the counter, device beside him as he fiddles with a design on a tablet. He glances up when the bell over the door jingles and smiles at the woman who enters looking uncertain. ]
[Whatever she could have possibly imagined what this place might look like, the reality of the clean, bright shop with the art on the walls and the designs where she can see them, is not what she expects. Tattoos were first talked to her with pirates, so that might have affected what she may have thought about it.
But she does look pleasantly surprised, looking around until the man upfront, presumably Drake, calls her name. She turns then to give him a slight nod of her head in recognition.]
It is nice to see you in person. Your shop is... lovely. Not what I might have thought.
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[ The shop does look very different from when Harley owned it, mostly because immediately before she left the city she'd intentionally wrecked the place -- and a lot of other places -- in anger at the city for sending them home. The irony of it being a bluff for most everyone else wasn't lost on Drake, but he'd put the shop back in order.
Now the walls are repainted and covered in his own photography, the only art he'd ever really done before inheriting the parlor. They're mostly of tattoos and piercings, of the shop how it was before, of Harley herself with a needle in her hand. The photo frames were artistically arranged by Padmé around various paintings on canvas, low comfy couches on either side of the shop beneath them. Everything is clean and tidy but also somehow cozy, the display case signage hand-painted and overhead lights warm.
Drake himself is sitting at the counter, device beside him as he fiddles with a design on a tablet. He glances up when the bell over the door jingles and smiles at the woman who enters looking uncertain. ]
Eloise?
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But she does look pleasantly surprised, looking around until the man upfront, presumably Drake, calls her name. She turns then to give him a slight nod of her head in recognition.]
It is nice to see you in person. Your shop is... lovely. Not what I might have thought.