"Whoa, calm down there, Parvati. I don't want fake shit. I want customers to come back because things that are being said have happened and they want to know more." She wanted a real clientele, not just school students on the weekend who thought it funny to be told their deaths over and over again.
"You can barely afford time for this drink right now! The bitch monster keeps you constantly busy. You don't have time to work for me." Lavender finally shot Parvati a real smile. "Not that I wouldn't love you forever if you quit the magazine!" She wanted nothing more then for her friend to get out of that shit job and go on to something that would actually make her happy and not kill her.
"No, you're right. We are perfect." Lavender had grown to accept her scars, and they certainly hadn't stopped her from getting dates. Even though they marred her face, she was okay with them, and she did still feel beautiful, most of the time.