Dash: Why?

Madison: Shane has a small list of people that are priorities…they can jump in ahead of Jesus Christ himself, and they dont have to pay.

Dash: Oh…Dash blushed when she realized her name was on the list. Shane sauntered over to them. Her attitude changed completely as she contemplated moving towards the inevitable. She mumbled something about a cigarette and went outside to sit on the curb.

Dash: Ill go talk to her.

Dash looked Van up and down and rolled her eyes as she stepped outside.

Madison: Are you gonna be okay?…you dont have to pay the four hundred dollars.

Van gave a sly grin and put the money back in his wallet.

Van: Sorry…Im not used to all this…I usually dont pay, I cut my own hair.

Madison: Really? Thats gotta be an interesting task.

Van: Yeah but I like to take care of things myself.

Madison: I bet you do.

Van casually leaned against the counter and looked the girl up and down.

Madison: So you really like it? I think the new assistant did a great job…Dylan said it was her first cut?

Van: Well she did it the way I like it.

Madison: And how may I ask is that?

Madison: You know…business in the front…party in the back!

Van gave the trademark McCutcheon smile again, flashing his pearly whites that left a flash of light and a ::Ching::Ching::: sound ringing in Madison’s ears. Van turned to leave showing the streaks of green Dash laced in the back of his head. He walked out the front door and into a drifting cloud of smoke. He looked down to see Shane and Dash sitting on the curb smoking. They both had their heads tilted to one side and sat in silence starring in front of them.

Dash: I can come …

Shane: Youve got lessons…and Ill be fine…its no biggie.

Dash: This is me youre talking to…not Tina or Jenny….if you want me to go, just say….

Shane: Its not like that…I need to do this by myself…

Dash: I understand…theres some ***** you gotta do yourself.

Shane: you going home tonight?

Dash: Eh…well see.

Shane: Whats that mean?