He tries to leave again

...turned to leave. He just needed to get out of this place.

He felt the woman’s hand grasp his wrist, spinning him around. She was a cute, peroxide blonde, complete with beauty mark, chewing gum. She had a definite sexy 50’s vibe about her.

She held his hand up and inspected it. “Oh, honey, these nails are horrible. Let me guess, you bite your fingernails? Don’t worry, we have just the thing. Here, have a seat and we’ll get started.”

“But..” Andrew started to say. But the blonde spun his wrist, depositing him into the salon chair. He went to stand up, but a hot pink cape was immediately flared over him and rapidly fastened around his neck. He again attempted to stand up, but the back of the chair was dropped, and his head was deposited into a sink. The beautician began spraying his hair with warm water from a hose.

She began washing his hair with floral scented shampoo. “Barbie?” The blonde called out. “We’re going to need some silk wraps on this one!”

She gazed down upon Andrew, massaging his scalp as she washed his hair. “Oh, honey, those brows... not to worry. You’re in good hands. I’m Donna, and we’re going to get you gorgeous!”

“Look, I...” Andrew started to say again, attempting to get out of the salon.

“Let me guess,” Donna said, “big date? That explains the new outfit and Kristi giving you the works,” Donna said, now rinsing his hair.

“I should...” Andrew tried again, as Donna wrapped a towel around his hair and sat him back up.

Donna cut him off again. “Smile for me, honey,” She said, giving him a scrutinizing look.

Sighing, Andrew gave him a big toothy grin. “I thought so. You drink coffee, don’t you? Your teeth are stained.

“Leslie! Bring the teeth whitening tray!” Donna called out.

“Look, if you could...” Andrew tried again.

Donna dropped a fashion magazine into his lap. “See if there’s a hair style in there that you like, Andrea. Although....” she grabbed his cheeks in a vice like grip and turned his head side to side, “if you’d like, I know exactly what would look hot on you!”

Donna pushed his head down and began vigorously drying his hair. He couldn’t get a word out. When she finally whipped the towel off, another woman was standing in front of him with a foam filled tray. She pinched his jaw open and popped the tray into his mouth.

“I’m Leslie,” the new woman said. “Try not to talk with that in. It’’ll burn a bit if you swallow any. Just trust Donna. She’s great!”

Andrew’s eyes went wide. He glanced worriedly up at Donna. She pushed his head down and began combing his hair out. “Ugh. The split ends. Don’t worry. We can fix that! So, did you find anything cute in the magazine?”

The magazine was unopened, still on Andrew’s lap. He slowly shook his head, feeling an impending doom descending upon him.

“That’s OK. I know just what to give you!” Donna said cheerfully. “So... been dating this guy long? Or... oh! Salon trip! New outfit! First date!” Donna said excitedly.

She began taking sections of his hair, combing them, and then, while holding them between two fingers, cutting off the ends.

A woman wheeled up a cart and took hold of Andrew’s right hand, placing it in a vat of warm wax. “Paraffin soak, honey,” the woman said. He guessed it was Barbie. “It’ll make your hands soft and smooth.”

She wheeled over to his other hand and placed it in another vat of warm wax.

“She’s got a first date with a new guy!” Donna said, snipping away at Andrew’s hair.

“Oh?” Barbie asked, looking up at Andrew. “Is he cute?”

Andrew sighed. He was in an insane asylum. Barbie took the sigh as a yes. “We’ll make him adore you!”

Barbie removed his hands from the wax and it rapidly cooled and hardened. She pulled it off easily, and began working on his cuticles. She also slid something under each nail.

At this point, Donna combed Andrew’s hair down over his face, obscuring his view. He could feel her combing and cutting, while something with an acrid solvent smell was being applied to his nails.

“Don’t move, honey,” Donna said.

To his horror, Andrew saw the scissors come in from his left and snip a clean, straight line across his forehead. He had bangs! And he could see Barbie finishing up painting a long nail onto little shelves she had slid under his real nails, and putting a carefully cut piece of fabric onto the nail. She took his hand and placed his fingertips into a small box. A blue light glowed inside the opening and he heard a small fan in the box whir. “Silk wraps,” Barbie said, winking at him. “They’re super durable. You won’t be able to bite them off once they harden under the light!”

Barbie moved to his other hand and began repeating the process of extending and hardening his nails. . Donna, meanwhile, had started taking a straight razor to his hair, shaving the ends off of it, giving him layers.

Donna leaned over from behind him, and asked softly in his ear, “So, do you want a nice deep auburn, something sexy and redhead? Or maybe a sexy blonde bedhead?

She laughed. “Sorry! Forgot about the teeth whitening. Blink once for auburn and twice for blonde!”