A single tear rolled down Dashs cheek and Shane placed a hand on her shoulder.

Dash: Dont give me some BS apology Shane, let me out.

Shane recoiled her hand in shock as Dash reached over her and opened the door. She climbed over Shane and jumped out from the truck, storming off into the front door of the salon.

Van: One big happy family huh?

Shane: Shes right though.

Van: How come when she says it, shes right, but when I say it….

Shane: Cause youre being a hypocrite.

They both sat in silence staring at the dashboard. Shane looked over at Van as he twirled a lock of hair like a girl. Shane swallowed her laughter as she noticed for the first time since their reintroduction three months ago, that Van sill held on to his feminine nervous habit from childhood. Van looked at her with a questioning look.

Van: What?…***** you!

Shane: We already went through that, lets not go there again.

Van: Very funny Smartass!.

Shane: You need a haircut, lets go inside.

Van: Im not letting you cut my hair….youll give me a ***** Flip…besides your cripple, and how do I know you can cut hair anyway?

Shane: Because Ive got raw talent…and Im the only one you used to let cut your hair as I recall…probably hasnt been the same since….besides, she wont give you a ***** Flip.

Van: She?

Shane: My assistant.

Van: Oh Ms. Big time has an assistant?

Shane: Yeah she starts today.

Shane climbed from the truck and walked around to the drivers side and opened the door. Van sat with a pale look on his face, clenching the steering wheel, with white knuckles.

Shane: Come on…Man up!…Dont be such a *****!

Van turned to her and jumped out of the truck without hesitation. Shane always knew how to push his buttons and get him to do what she wanted. Van clicked the automatic lock on the key ring and swaggered into Lather with Shane quickly behind him.

Dylan: Uhm…Shane, your new Assistant is in your chair….I dont see the point since you cant cut though.

Shane: Ill find a way to cut, I can use my left hand.

Dylan: Last thing we need is another threat of a lawsuit….after that last person you trained.

Shane: Stevie couldnt tell the difference between two bottles of shampoo, that was not my fault….Anyway, shell be fine and I told you, Ill pay her from my pocket till you think shes ready to run the shampoo station.

Van gave Shane a questioning look as they walked towards her station.

Van: Let me get this straight…your new assistant can cut my hair, but cant handle shampoo….yet youre going to teach Dash, a teenager to shampoo and do clean up around the shop?

Shane: Long story…okay, here we are.

Van looked down to see Dash draped over Shanes chair, twirling a chunk of green around her finger while biting her bottom lip. Van turned to Shane who was rocking heel to toe in her boots and staring at the ceiling while whistling to herself.

Van: The dye has soaked to your brain….have you lost your ***** minds….SHES your new assistant?…theres no way shes cutting my hair, Ill just keep cutting it myself.

Shane: Well, I could cut it, but I cant promise you wont end up with a ***** Flip.

Shane held up her broken wrist and wiggled her eyebrows as she gave him a devilish grin. Van looked back and forth at Dash in the mirror, who had no idea what was going on and Shane, who was enjoying the moment.

Van: I guess Im stuck with the lesser of two evils.

Van pulled an irate Dash from the chair and sat down in a huff. He grabbed Dashs wrist as she turned to walk away.

Van: ***** up my hair, and Ill break you.

Dash: WHAT?!?!?…Im here to sweep….since when you I cut hair?