Only Women Can Be Badass Perfectly

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WHO: Aziza, Hak Soo
WHEN: Tuesday, Sept. 1st, 1 pm
WHERE: Un-named nail salon in Huayuan
WHAT: Hun, these girls can't do nails. No, no they can not.

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YELLING IS TOTALLY ACCEPTABLE, IF DONE RIGHT!

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Aziza was slightly startle by another outburst in the salon, whipping her head to the side and nearly slapping the angry manager with her dreads. Would have served her right though. The high volume and nasty tone were obvious signs that whatever she was shouting was not in the taller woman's favor

OF COURSE IT IS, YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF ACCEPTABLE.

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The hesitation was clear but at least it seemed the Asian woman trusted her more than the girl assigned to help her. And wait, had that been-? Really? Blood? This was utterly unprofessional. Even Aziza hadn't done something like that when she started out, and she'd been using metal nail files. She carefully tilted the slightly smaller hand in hers, eying the okay work that had been slightly worn down and the crude edge now marring the natural curve of a nail

BECAUSE ONLY PERFECTION IS ACCEPTED AND PERFECTION MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND!

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Know a lot? Hell yes she did. You didn't become good doing fake nails in a school, you became good by doing real nails, on real people after trial and error. Thank goodness for patient friends that knew their stuff.

Aziza smirked slightly at the comment. She could only assume acceptable was a compliment compared to what was done here. The annoying and shrill shouts only seemed to get louder when her new client accepted the proposition, added on by the girl who had been attempting to get away with a less than mediocre job.

"Dank you Miss. Per'aps we should move elsewhere?" The African shot a bland glance to the raging Vietnamese women. Really now they would scare what clients actually bothered to stay here away. "I don't dink dey like the idea of losing a client very much. Ah, and where are my manners? My name is Aziza Macalinweyne."

THERE IS SUCH A THING AS AN ACCEPTABLE DRUG?

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Aziza's grin widened a little bit. The pronunciation hadn't been perfect but it was far closer than anyone else in America, besides Gupta, had been able to pronounce it. She was already starting to like this woman; polite and knew good nails when she saw them.

"You can call me Aziza, Miss Im. A great pleasure fer certain." she shook Hak Soo's hand, hoping she did right in just choosing the first part of her name. After a first appointment in an Asian nail salon she learned that only some said it in an American style and others used their last name first. So complicated. "So long as I 'ave a clean, flat surface I can work. Any w'ere is fine."

THEN SANTA SOO IS ALWAYS WELCOME 8D

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Well at least she'd been right to assume on how Hak Soo had said her name. Perhaps all these failed interviews hadn't been so useless? It certainly seemed to be getting her on this woman's good side.

"Dat is fine wid me," Aziza nodded slightly. An office? Now she was sort of curious what Hak Soo did for work... and if the building needed any sort of help. It must be some sort of managing position though because her tone managed to quiet the raving manager so she stalked back to her office, hissing quietly to herself.

DOES SHE WEAR TIGHT RED LEATHER AND LACY THINGS? <3

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"A ride would be appreciated. I took de bus 'ere..." Aziza frowned slightly, remembering how long it took her to find change around her apartment for the bus fare. Maybe she should downsize? Or get a roommate.

The frown deepened at the glaring sun. What she would give for some of her old clothes and the like from Somalia. Then again she was used to the shimmering sun glinting off the sands so it wasn't as bad for her. A slight tilt of her head and the dreads were covering her face partially as she followed Hak Soo to her car.

MMMMM YUMMY~ CAN I SIT ON SANTA SOO'S LAP???? <3

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Besides the almost collision when they left the nail salon the ride was pleasant. Aziza herself couldn't drive and private vehicles were always so clean. Buses could be so disgusting at times with the hobos and annoying children and sleeping drunks. Too bad she couldn't drive... or afford a car... or pay insurance or anything else.

She kept a few steps behind Hak Soo, raising a slender brow as they passed into a small building right next to the hospital. A gaggle of nurses bustled by, squishing themselves to the wall and keeping their heads bowed as her new client passed... Strange.

"Your office is very neat," Aziza complimented, standing just inside the door and looking around.

I PAID THE BILLS AND FIXED THE RUINED NAIL BEDS OF AMERICAN SOCIETY. ACCEPTABLE Y/Y?

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"Thank you." Aziza sat down, careful of her skirt and placing her bag on her lap. It was rather amazing this woman was single-handedly running this place on her own but was only an assistant.

"Is your boss truly that incompetent though? Has a supervisor not seem you do better and seen it fit to promote you?" She went through her bag briefly, pulling out two small plastic boxes and a clear placemat to set up.