“You should thank your lucky ass that you got left out.” Alice huffed as she sat down on her chair. She consciously tugged on her white beret as Shane did the same with her black Fedora.

“Why?” Sam looked between her two friends. “What happened?”

Alice and Shane looked at one another and gave out a collective sigh. As discreetly as possible, the two lifted their hats and showed what they were hiding underneath to a stupefied Sam.

“Wow..” Was the only thing that escaped Sam’s lips as Alice and Shane quickly put their hats back in place. Her friends surely sported interesting hairstyles this morning. “Maroon?” She turned to Shane first as the brunette called for one of the nearby waitresses and ordered her usual shot.

“You should have seen it yesterday.” Shane grunted as she leaned back against her chair. “It was bright red.” Alice piped up as Shane sighed and scratched the back of her neck. She had been rinsing her hair all day yesterday, to the point of not getting anything else done. Unfortunately for her, Bette had used a stubborn and hard to remove spray on her hair so all her efforts only resulted to the color darkening a little bit. She guessed that it would take about two to three days for the red color to be totally gone. Until then, she would wear a hat everywhere.. or risk walking around Los Angeles looking like a lesbian Ronald McDonald.

Sam had a good laugh as Shane glared at her in response. After a few moments, she cleared her throat and shifted her attention to Alice. “What about you Al?” Sam smirked as the blonde absentmindedly played with the pepper shaker on the table. “Short and spiky?” She rested her chin on her hand and eyed her friend.

“I had no choice.” Alice rolled her eyes. She had always been a long-haired girl, she was never one to take risks with her blonde locks. But all that changed when Bette Porter sneaked inside her room yesterday morning and tied her hair to her bed. For the first time ever, Alice regretted having her independence and living all alone inside her penthouse suite. For the life of her, she still couldn’t decide if she was lucky or unlucky to discover that Bette was thoughtful enough to leave her a little something to get her out of her hair-raising predicament in the form of a pair of shears conveniently placed beside her head. It took Alice half an hour to decide if she would cut herself loose or wait for a miracle to happen. No such luck with the latter since she found herself cutting her own hair free from the small iron posts a short time later. Needless to say, she cried buckets as she performed the deed. Once free from the confines of her bed, she launched herself towards the mirror inside the bathroom to survey the damage. Slightly panicking at the sight and out of desperation, she called her trusty hairdresser and arranged for a home visit as soon as possible. “Is it that bad?” Alice asked in small voice as she looked nervously between her two friends.