~𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔~

4

You nodded and took a seat two chairs down from them, feeling like it might me a little weird to eat now, you decided to save it for later and enjoy it without anything being awkward.

You had one of your airpods in, listening to the weeknd, humming along to it quietly with your eyes closed. You felt pretty uncomfortable and all you really wanted to do was go home and read manga.

(If you don't like sacrifice, what are u doing?)

No later than two minutes, you felt a tap on your shoulder, when opening your eyes you saw that it was Britney. She told you that she was ready, so you got up and followed her. This was still a little too strange. She led you up some stairs, Ricky following up behind her, you after him. If they tried something, you'd be the first out the door.

"So what kinda nails have you had done before?" Britney asked and you shrugged. "To be honest, I usually just grow them then let em be, I don't get my nails done like that." She nodded. "Ever had an acrylic set?" She asked and you said no. "It's hard to type."

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𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗧 𝗨𝗣
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She had you sitting in her chair as she filled and buffed your natural nails, picking out the nail tip sizes afterwards, giving those some grit as well with the file.

Your tablet sat in your lap as you watched YouTube on there, a video about James charles popping up on your feed. It was a few months old, and the title just read: "James Charles is a predator." As soon as you read that, you turned the volume down so your airpods wouldn't be too loud.

A few minutes in, you were fully invested in the video, wanting to learn more about what happened. After the video, you were more than surprised since Ricky was one of his victims.

(Y'all pretty much know the whole scandle, so I'm not gonna explain)

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It took Britney about an hour and a half to do the filling and shaping on the nails, and she'd just started doing designs. They were cute so far, they could almost make you forget about busting ass.

You had your hands back on your side of the table in a little under 4 hours. Unbeknownst to you, you had a small smile on your face while you examined the nails. The weren't loose of lifting, no bumps, smooth top coat, everything just looked and felt nice.

"Ok, you did yo shit." You now fully smiled, but on the inside you were itching to pay her, or give her something in return. "You like them?" She asked and you nodded. "Mhm, thank you." You closed your tablet and stood up, being careful not to bump your nails into anything.

(The nails):