Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop

Amanda walked in with Olivia.

"... Colooooors." She walked over to the row of ink colors.

Amanda was hypnotized by a multi jar of ink. It had a bunch of large compartments for every color of the basic rainbow. (Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo Violet. Also it had black) She picked it to buy, along with five extra black ink bottles.

Olivia was having trouble choosing between a metallic silver or turquoise.

Amanda grabbed a quill with magical ink in it already, and you could choose the color from a MUCH bigger variety, then she put down the rainbow ink. Along with the fun quill she bought a spiffy black one.

"Hey, Manda."

"Hey, Liv?"

"Which should I get."

"Hmm... Silver."

"House pride. Yeah." She took the bottle of silver.

Amanda nodded.

Serenity burst into the shop and tackled Amanda. "I have to get that book!" She screamed.

"YOU ALREADY HAVE LIKE FOUR GUYS."

"I have to criticize it! That woman is evil!"

"GET YOUR OWN!"

"They're out at the bookstore!"

"Go somewhere else."

"Why are you mad at me?" Serenity said, getting off Amanda.

"Because."

"I don't think I've done anything wrong!"

"You were only my friend to get to my brothers. You constantly try and put gunk on my face, and you have burned my hair. Then, you decide to remodel my room. You're just a bitch, you know that?" The shopkeeper shot her a look. "Sorry, won't cuss anymore."

"I was your friend before I liked your brothers! And I don't like either of them anymore! I remodeled your room because it needed to be, and I happen to like putting gunk on people's faces! It's something I like to do! I have not burned your hair, you've done that yourself." Serenity crossed her arms, frowning.

"Liar!"

"About what!?"

"You know I hate wearing make-up, but you did anyway! And I didn't burn my hair, I don't even own a straightener or anything! My room was perfectly fine before! And for God's sake, we all know that you were just trying to get to Angel with all that. You even dragged Chuck into it, and he really loves you, you know. You're just a..." Olivia looked at the shopkeeper, who was giving her a look again. "Just... go away." She set the ink bottles in front of the shopkeeper along with six sickles.