Van: Better not…

Shane knocked Van in the back of the head with her cast.

Shane: Ignore him…he needs to get laid..

Shane went through the basics with Dash and she picked it up quickly. She instructed her to follow her every verbal command, and to cut only when told to.

Shane: Pull…cut…pull…angle down…cut…alright…comb the hair straight over the ear, and cut like this tracing around the hairline over the ear.

Dylan: Shane!

Shane: What?

Dylan: I must say Im almost impressed.

Dash: Almost?

Dylan: Yes dear….lets see how you do when you get your hands on a razor and some dye…then well talk.

Shane: Who do you think did my hair?

Dylans jaw dropped and he took a step back, placing a dramatic hand over his chest.

Dylan: Well I do believe I stand corrected.

Shane: Yes you do…Drama Queen!

Shane smiled at Dylan as he stood back and watched. Shane gave Van a wink in the mirror and she thought for a second she caught him smiling at Dylan. Dash took some initiative, and raked her hands through Vans new hair and squinted her eyes as she studied his hair from the side. Dylan looked over at Shane with a questioning look. She held up her hand signaling for him to hold on . Dash picked up the scissors and snipped them quickly over and around Vans head. It appeared as though she was cutting ghost hairs.

Dylan: What are you doing hun?

Dash looked up at Dylan like has was crazy and then looked over at Shane who gave her an approving nod.

Dash: Im getting the stray hairs.

Dash finished cutting and reached for Shanes trimmer to do Vans edges. Shane placed a hand over Dashs to stop her.

Dash: Oh…Sorry, I just thought…

Shane: I dont use that razor for edges….Shane reached in her back pocket and pulled out a straight razor with a black pearl handle. She flipped it open expertly and handed it to Dash with the handle facing out.

Shane: Its cleaner and more accurate….its. old school, but a lot of the guys like the edge ups I give with it….especially all the young guys who like their thugged out sideburns.

Van looked up at Shane handing Dash the razor and tried to bolt from the chair, as Shane caught him at the last second. She pushed him back down and handed him a large hand held mirror.

Shane: So you can watch every move she makes.

Van let out an audible gulp as Dash began sharpening the straight razor on the strap hanging from Shanes supply cart.

Dylan: I cant watch this.

Dylan went pale as he walked off to lock himself in his office.