Scoffing, “Yeah, he wants me to butcher my hair,” grumbled Sam.

            Rachel’s assistant tapped her on her shoulder, getting her attention, quickly signing something about a phone call, “If you’ll excuse me, Bette, we’ll discuss this later.”

            Bette watched her walking away with a wry grin, “Yes, we will,  I’ll yell, and you’ll play flying fingers.”  Bette signed.  Causing Lindsay and Sam to laugh. 

            “Bette, we are having a small house warming tonight, care to join us?” asked Lindsay, while Sam gave her a cool look.

            “No, I think I’ll pass, thank you for the invitation though,” smiling warmly, Bette quickly excused herself and walked back to her office.

            “Lindsay…,” said Sam in a threatening tone.

            Lindsay smiled, “I didn’t do anything.”

            “You were trying, between you and Jesse, and even Brian, I’ll be married to six different women before I have a chance to say anything about it.”

            “Sam, I adore you, you saved Gus’s life, and I want to see you happy,” said Lindsay steadfastly.

            “I am happy, and I’d be happier if I found my cell phone….”

            Sam was dragging her feet as they entered the salon, running her hand through her long hair longingly.  She’d made arraignments to donate the hair to Locks-Of-Love, but still, it seemed like she was losing much more than just hair.  She’d stopped cutting it when CJ had died, it was an emotional connection, and Sam wasn’t to keen on losing that.

            “It’s just a haircut, for Christ sake!” bellowed Brian, pulling Sam along into the skater slash hairdresser’s warehouse.  “What the fuck is this place?” he asked his cotton candy lips grimacing.  Looking around, a hand draped over his chest, reaching out and touching the surface of a table with the other hand, checking if for dust, or cum, one or the other.

            “Oh just sit the fuck down, will you,” ordered Samantha with a chuckle, it was late, almost six.

            “That long hair isn’t becoming of you, I saw pictures of you when it was short, much hotter,” affirmed Brian.  Smoothing out his dark purple tie, his black suit immaculate.  Brian’s dark green eyes were always moving, intense, seeing things that other people didn’t see.  Which was why Brian was great at what he did.