The Salon

Lauren realized they were headed to the salon.

"Uh... I don't want to go here." Lauren said, tugging on Charlotte's hand to try to break free. Charlotte was of course far too strong.

"Now Larry, I know boys don't like the salon, but you can't go off on your own." Vanessa said, keeping up the charade as she yanked Lauren into the salon. Lauren froze as all the women working or getting haircuts and stylized looked up at her. Lauren squirmed under their amused gazes, feeling under dressed and out of place.

One of the employees approached. Lauren's eyes widened as she recognized it as one of Vanessa's friends Sharon, another rival of Lauren's. Lauren adverted her eyes, hoping to not be recognized.

"Hey Vanessa!" Sharon said. "And who's you're little friend?"

"You don't recognize them?" Vanessa smiled.