Feather Fourteen
Siobhan ended up getting paid fifty dollars at the end of the day.
"Buy yehself something sweet," Malachi had grumbled gruffly. She just tucked the money away in one of her books.
Her schedule for working at the tattoo shop would be Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday afternoons, excepting this immediate Tuesday (It had been a Monday she had come in and cleaned).
"Yeh got yerself a job?" Murphy had asked in surprise upon hearing she had to go to work.
"Did you expect me to sit around on my arse while I'm here?" Siobhan replied, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.
"Yer a teen," Murphy admitted. Which meant he expected her to be lazy.
She snorted slightly. "I have to do something, or I'd go crazy."