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Who: Davina Claire & Gaz Membrane
What: Meeting and Chatting about Art and Hair and Things
When: Backdated: Saturday, May 10th. Afternoon
Where: Art Supply Store
Rating: Family Friendly
Status: Complete

Gaz walked slowly through the aisles of the art supply shop. This was one of the few places where she truly felt happiest, and she moved silently, quietly. On occasion she’d stop to pick up a tube of paint and put it into her small shopping basket, but otherwise she was quiet.

With her additional art classes at The Art Studio, Davina was going through supplies quicker than usual, so there were more frequent trips to the art supply store. Of course Marcel didn’t mind buying Davina whatever she needed for her art classes or for fun, because he knew that she was doing something she enjoyed. Today, Davina and Marcel were out doing a little shopping for the house, which was still under decorated and while Marcel was in one store, Davina had wandered over to the art supply store and was currently trying to figure out what paint colors she needed. She wanted to paint a picture or something for the dining room, but she couldn’t quite figure out what she wanted to paint just yet.

Moving a bit further down the aisle, Gaz saw another girl shopping the paints as well. She didn’t say anything, just reached out for a tube of dark blue.

Davina had been so preoccupied with her choice of paints that she hadn’t realized anyone else had come into the aisle until the other woman reached for a color. As her attention was brought towards the woman, Davina’s eyes widened slightly, “Oh my goodness. I love your hair.” Of course there were other girls in her classes at school and in her art class with different colored hair, but there was something about this other woman’s hair that was different than all of theirs.

Gaz blinked slightly, looking in the direction of the compliment. “Thanks. I put in the blue, but the purple’s been there a long time.” Since she’d started dreaming, it hadn’t ever grown out, even at the roots. It was her natural color, which pleased her.

“Did you have to bleach it first?” Davina asked, hoping she wasn’t being too nosey. There were times when Davina could be pretty shy, but when something interesting caught her eye she had a tendency to be a little more chatty than usual. “I could never pull that off.”

“Nope,” Gaz replied. “LIght hair.” She looked over at the girl, smiling a little. “You could probably do dark red, if you wanted.”

“That’s so cool. Have you done other colors besides blue and purple?” She asked, running a hand over her own hair at the suggestion, “Oh, I don’t know. I’d be afraid that it’d ruin my hair. I’ve heard horror stories about hair coloring gone very wrong.”

“I put a little neon green in sometimes.” Gaz looked at the girl’s hair. “It’s hard if you’ve got dark hair, then you have to bleach it.”

She wondered what Marcel would think if she asked to put some color in her hair. “Green must look really cool with the purple and blue. Do you do it yourself or do you go to a salon?” She realized then that she was asking a lot of questions, “Oh, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. I wasn’t even thinking.”

“I do it myself. And it’s no problem, you’re not being a dick about it.” Gaz couldn’t really turn off her blunt switch. “You paint?”

Davina was glad that that she wasn’t annoying the other woman and nodded in response to her question, “Well, painting and drawing and I’ve started doing a little sculpting too.” She said, pushing some hair behind her ear.

“I never could get the hang of sculpting.” Gaz just didn’t like it. It made her want to break things. “Do you go to art school?”

“I only just started.” Davina had gotten some clay back when her and Marcel still lived in New Orleans, but hadn’t gotten the chance to actually use it until recently. She hadn’t been sure where to start with it, but after talking to Grantaire, she’d decided to give it a try, “I’m in high school right now, but I’m taking some classes at The Art Studio.”

“That’s cool. There’s lots of good art schools or programs around. I was in one before I dropped out.” No need to keep going when she’d gotten decent exposure in Paris.

“Back home in New Orleans, I took practically any extra art classes I could.” Davina explained, smiling, “I hope to go to art college after high school, but I still have a year left before that happens.” There were already schools she was looking at and would probably start visiting during the summer.

“Yeah, I did the same thing when I was in school.” Gaz didn’t think it often of people, but this kid wasn’t that bad. “It’s good you know what you want to do.”

Davina nodded. She knew she was lucky, because had Marcel not become her foster father when he did, she’d likely not have the chance to go to college or the opportunity to take all the extra classes she had been taking, “Are you a professional artist?”

“Yeah. I do that and I play video games too.” Professionally, she meant.

“What do you mean, you play video games? As a job? How do you do that?” She couldn’t help but be just a little nosey. She was extremely curious now as to what the other woman had meant and how one could play video games as a job.

“There’s lots of tournaments, all you have to do is get a sponsor to play in all of them.” Gaz shrugged. “It’s like pro sports, I guess.”

“Really? That’s so cool. I didn’t know that that was a thing.” Davina had never really played video games, so she would never be able to do that sort of thing as a job and make any money from it.

“I have to go to Asia a lot,” Gaz grinned. “They’re really into gaming tourneys.”

“Oh wow.” Davina’s eyes widened slightly, “That’s amazing. I’d love to go to Asia sometime. Well, Asia and Italy and France. Among others. I want to see all the art there.” As much as Davina enjoyed creating art, she also loved seeing it, which was one of her favorite things about New Orleans; the various pieces of art.

“I got married in France. The Louvre was my favorite part of being in Paris.” Well. Besides the wedding, obviously.

“Really? That’s amazing.” Davina could only hope that someday she’d get to go to the Louvre, “And congratulations on getting married. Getting married in France must have been amazing.”

“It was. We were there so he could write, and we just invited people to join us in the catacombs.” Gaz smiled broadly when she thought of her husband, of how handsome he’d been in his tuxedo.

“That sounds so romantic.” Davina had never had a boyfriend or anything like that before, but she hoped that when she did and when she did get married, it’d be something romantic like that.

Gaz wasn’t the sort of person to think about romance, but she’d liked it very much. So she said so. “It was his idea, and it was a really good one. He designed my ring, too.” She held out her left hand, showing a black gold ring with a red diamond in the middle.

“That’s beautiful,” Davina said, staring at the ring for a moment or two before turning her attention back to Gaz, “He must really love you,” As she smiled at the other woman, her phone rang and as she pulled it out of her pocket, she saw a text from Marcel, “That’s my foster father. He’s on his way over here.” He’d obviously finished what he was doing as far as house decorating went.

“It goes both ways.” Gaz shrugged, figuring that much was obvious. But then the girl got a text, and Gaz nodded. “It’s good you’re close. I should get going myself.”

Davina smiled and nodded after texting Marcel back to let him know she was in the art store, “It was nice to meet you. I’m Davina, by the way.”

“Gaz. It’s nice to meet you too.” Gaz nodded.

“Maybe we’ll see each other around again sometime.” Davina smiled and grabbed two tubes of paint before giving Gaz a wave and heading towards the front of the store to pay and wait for Marcel.