Nori put on the version of 'Truffle Butter' she had remixed before her shift that extended the song's three minute runtime to ten and stepped back from the sound booth. The tattooed DJ had been saving her break so she could take it with Kyle, but it was 9:20 now and if she waited any longer Mr. Beauregard wouldn't let her take one at all. Nori grabbed a towel from under the mixing desk and patted at her brow, trying not to think about the American boy she had met earlier in the day or how disappointed she was that he hadn't shown up. [i]'It's karma,'[/i] she thought, grabbing her water bottle and chugging the last of it. [i]'This is what I get for being such a jerk to Nick.'[/i] "Nori." Cringing, Nori did her best to mentally prepare herself for an interaction with her scumbag of a boss before whirling around to face him. "Mr. Beauregard," the blonde replied curtly, putting a hand on her hip. "Is there anything I can help you with?" The balding man shook his head. "Just stopped by to tell you it's a little late to be taking your break. Don't make a habit of it," he scolded. "I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again." "See that it doesn't," Mr. Beauregard grunted in response, pausing for a moment to take in her appearance. "It's good to see that you're finally taking our dress code more seriously though. This is a big improvement over last Saturday," the gruff man commented, reaching out his big, sweaty meat-hand to grab the crystal pendant that was suspended just above Nori's belly button via an intricate system of body chains. The yellow eyed girl was wearing a black crop top, so the action caused his calloused fingers to brush over her bare stomach. Nori's left eye began to twitch. "The pants need improving," he decided, dropping the bit of jewelry and glaring at her pants as if they were physically making him ill. "Are you kidding me?" Nori asked, pinching the bridge of her nose. "These pants are so tight that if I bent over you could see my ovaries!" "No one wants to see your ovaries, Haywood," drawled Cash Daindrich, AKA DJ Dangermouse as he slithered his way onto the DJ booth. Nori's other eye begins to twitch. "Enough," Mr. Beauregard says, but from the smirk on his face Nori can tell he thinks this entire situation is highly amusing. "Get off the stage Dangermouse, before she has a conniption fit. You're not on for another thirty minutes anyways. And you," their boss points a finger at Nori, "Lose the pants next time and go with a skirt. The more skin the better." "Yes, sir," both DJs answer in unison, much to the blonde's chagrin, and Cash flashes her that stupid grin that makes her want to rip all his hair out, one ridiculous dreadlock at a time. "Get off my stage," the short girl ordered, before putting her headphones back on and stepping back up to the mixing table to finish her set. --- [hider=Nori's Outfit] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/70/cf/3e/70cf3eeff3a46ad3216396419afb2bee.jpg[/img] [/hider]