"You know, how it goes," Allegra drawled. "Sometimes a girl just gets the urge for something different." She tilted her head prettily, the dare in her eyes entirely at odd with coy turn of her neck. Regina Lenkeit made sure her girls knew how to show off their good sides...even if it seldom encouraged the best of outcomes.
Allegra took in the head shop in a wide, fast glance: stocked, typical, prosperous. She was a little slower, more thorough, about examining its proprietors, wardrobe and all.
"Looks fine from here," she told the darker of the two. The boss, maybe? He had that look about him, the casual poise of authority. Was this Mischa's "Cam" then? If so, then Princess really upgraded on the taste scale. Her sister usually went for the off-kilter types, not guys with razor-in-the-candy auras.
Which is why when the other one called the sloe specimen Marc, Allegra felt assured and (slightly) disappointed.
Cam was...hmm. A little rangy, kind of scruffy, too damn pale. Slightly stoned, too, if her eyes--and nose--had the right of it. But there was sharper than average glimmer peeking out of the cloudy gaze, a telltale acuity that cemented Allegra's suspicions. She'd be willing to bet a lot of money that the boy wasn't a fool.
He was blushing, however, which confirmed another budding suspicion. Whatever he and Mischa were doing it wasn't each other; fella wouldn't be pinking like that if they'd already slept together. Which brought all kinds of tangled possibilities to mind.
Curly death trap? Yeah, that sounded like Mischa. "You never know; some guys have it in them to always land on their feet. Or," her brows arched, "maybe he'll learn to fly." She caught Marc's forward gaze and, for a moment, didn't break contact. It wasn't in Allegra's nature to look away. After a moment she shrugged, half laughing. "And, hey, if he doesn't I'll pay for the mop."
*Careful,* ghosted the suddenly small voice in her head. Maybe "invincible" wasn't the word, but Allegra was starting to wonder about "human".
"Thank you," Allegra chirped warmly at Cam's compliment. She walked closer to lean on counter by him, copying his pose and standing close enough to make a point of it. "Like I said, I wanted a change. Gotta go out and try something brazen once in a while, right? Don'cha ever think of doing similar?" She suddenly reached out to run one hand over Cam's short cut, callused fingertips brushing the scalp. "Hmm, Cam?"