<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/it_could_be_a_spark_by_xxxbekixxx-d2y2efl_zpsy3job2zi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas | April 14, 2013 | 02:32 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making Miracles Happen<br/><hr/><br/>The way in which Olivia shrugged might have come off as a bit too nonchalant, and surely Sage would have been none too impressed with it. Then again, she probably wouldn't have been too impressed with Liv in the first place for being so committed to this customer, who didn't exactly appear to be in the possession of a lot of money. Or<em>any</em>money, really, judging by her extraordinary mess of an attire. But Sage wasn't here and she'd left her two junior artists in charge, so her opinion held little value right now. And although her sentiments didn't spawn from defiance, Olivia couldn't help but feel a little mischievous about abusing her newly gained freedom, even if it was, admittedly, in a childishly innocent fashion.<br/><br/>"Oh ye of little faith," she commented dryly, her hands slowly coming to rest upon the edge of the counter now. "I happen to do this for a living, making things pretty again is kinda what I do." Olivia arched one of her well-defined eyebrows up into a quizzical expression, then pushed herself off and wandered towards the work area, grabbing a few sheets of tracing paper before returning. "I<em>could</em>, er, what did you call it again? 'Smack something over them' if you prefer." She couldn't really keep an amused chuckle from escaping her, and for a moment Liv wondered if she sounded too condescending. There were few things that could offend her but in her job she tended to speak with a certain reverence; drawing was a major part of her life and she would not have it ridiculed. Not that she suspected that was the girl's intention; she had a wonderfully blunt way of talking that Olivia could only approve of, especially when paired with her almost unnatural effort to act polite. Was she attempting to convince the tattoo artist to give her a freebie? If she was trying to charm her way in, then it really was a redundant effort; Liv had made up her mind the moment this stranger had come stumbling into the parlor.<br/><br/>"But... You seem pretty keen on stars. So that's what we'll stick with, yeah?" A brief glance in her general direction ensued, and Olivia caught herself lingering in the sight of the girl's eyes, taking in the intensity of her irises. It revealed something that the rest of her appearance did not, inciting a spark of genuine interest that went beyond this sibling background story she was so reluctant to unveil. It took her a moment to shrug it off and when she did, Olivia shook her head and glanced down at the crude looking stars again. "They've faded," she concluded with a hint of regret, then, feeling the need to explain herself further, extended her hand again, this time merely allowing her finger to hover over the marking. "This green, it's much fainter than the colour of your eyes. It's a nice shade though, I reckon it'll look pretty awesome when it's colored in. Shame I can't be sure of your sister's eye color... but I'll try my best."<br/><br/>For some reason she hadn't actually expected Dara, as was the name by which she introduced herself, to be so forthcoming. It caused Liv, without skipping a beat, to offer her full name in return. "Olivia Moretz," she said, ignoring the rules on never revealing too much personal information. Vegas wasn't exactly the safest city, after all. "And that there is Alex." She picked up her pen, the tip of it lingering right above her tracing paper as she readied herself to start drawing. Somewhere to their left stood a rather curious looking Alex, who admittedly did rather well at not looking like his roomie just caught him eavesdropping. With his usual casual demeanour he strolled out of the office completely, pointing a finger at the front door.<br/><br/>"So I was thinking about grabbing some lunch," he said, narrowing one eye as he glanced at the clock. "<em>Late</em>lunch. You want anything?" It was a pitiful excuse, really, and the look he cast Olivia over Dara's shoulders spoke volumes. Clearly his faith in the girl wasn't quite as strong as Liv's, and a brief, though clear conversation took place in a matter of seconds, consisting of nothing but Alex' eyeroll at the girl with the tousled hair and Olivia's far more subtle response - and the slight squint she gave her friend in warning. It was clear that she, unlike her roomie, wasn't worried. In fact, she averted her gaze altogether, favouring the drawing she had just initiated instead.<br/><br/>"Actually, yeah," she responded lazily, "I could go for some lunch. You should head to that Italian sandwich place."  Liv wisely ignored the complaints that followed; the joint was a good few blocks away, which would take him at least half an hour just go get there and back. "Anything will do, just none of that vegetarian crap. Surprise me. You want something, too?"  The last part was clearly aimed at Dara, and a questioning look was shot in her direction from both directions. "Don't worry about it, Alex is buying. He still owes me a week's grocery money, after all."<br/><br/>A slight grumbling ensued, but her friend ultimately complied, the doorbell chiming once more as he made his way out of the store. It was a more intuitive than rational decision, but one that Liv stood by even as she properly turned her attention to the drawing at the tip of her pen. Busily she began to sketch away with secure, steady lines that began to shape the image that was in her head. "So..." she finally said, but only after a considerable amount of time had passed, "I'm not going to force anything out of you. People come in here, and they all have a story, a reason for wanting me to draw something. Something permanent, you see, something they can keep with them even if the reason cannot. But I am curious though."<em>Was she?</em>Surprisingly enough, Olivia found that her words spawned from genuine interest rather than professional making conversation. "I mean, the way I see it, these stars symbolize something. They were a way of keeping you close when she wasn't there, no?  Bout she's with you now, so what is it?" Liv paused briefly, regarding the sketch for a moment. "Left one's finished," she remarked, but that's where she stopped talking, not allowing the final comment to be a proper means of distraction.<br/>