A blonde girl with a bang covering her left eye and a pony tail going down her to her knees, better known as Ira. Ira was waiting outside a room for her idiotic partner Jester. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed glaring at anyone who dared look at her.

"Hurry up Jester, we got a customer." She shouted through the door. "Hold on almost ready." A male voice shouted back, but in a much nicer tone. "Whose are client anyway?" Jester asked. "That stupid pacifist you hav-" Ira was cut off by Jester.

"You can't bash someone cause of their race."

"What?" Ira questioned. "Pacifist isn't a race."

"Religion?"

"No."

"Cult?"

"Nope."

"Food?"

"Yeah." Ira replied sarcastically.

"Really?"

"No!"

"Well then what is it?" Jester begged.

"A belief I guess. You ready?" Ira asked. The door open to what Ira thought was reject from the 60's. "Yeah let's go."
"Put something else on." "Is cause I'm black." "No you look like f***ing idiot." Ira stated. "I think I look cool." Jester argued.

Ira glared at him "Aw come on please." "No go change we gotta look good, not like were dumba**es." Jester let out a sigh. "Fine your right." He went back in his room, after mumbled about how that always works in movies. Three minutes later he came out. Jester was wearing red T and a black long sleeve, he had J curls.