"Please don’t make me do this…" She pleaded, gripping onto the seatbelt.

Alice calmly reached over and unbuckled the belt, shaking her head. "Alright, but it’s your ass when you don’t get all this publicity. Think about how proud your lesbian fan base is going to be when they’re flipping through their Sports Illustrated and catch you on one of the pages. They’re gonna be all ‘wow, Dana Fairbanks, she’s a big lezzie icon now. Good thing I came out of the closet, just like her.’"

"Wow, you sure know how to lay it on thick."

"You can thank Lenore for that, now come on." Alice said as she put the car in park and fished for some quarters from her unused ashtray. Plunking about a half-dozen into the meter, the two made their way into the doors of ‘Hair by Sampson’ and were greeted by a flamboyant receptionist, whose pretty pink lip gloss matched the shade of the barrette in his platinum hair.

"Hello ladies, welcome to Hair By Sampson. My Names Lycra, and I’m just wondering your names and what you’re here for. If you don’t have an appointment you could jus-"

"I do!" Dana piped up, cutting Lycra off. "I mean, sorry, I do have an appointment, for 9:00 with Elsie, I think."

Lyrca bent his head, arching one of his perfectly manicured eyebrows and nodded, finding the appointment in the book. "Dana Fairbanks. Oh my God, Dana Fairbanks. My boyfriend is so a huge fan of yours." His hand splayed out over the tight material of black t-shirt clinging to his chest and Alice watched as Dana’s eyes lit up.

"Really? That’s awesome." Dana said timidly, though, Alice knew she was loving it.

"Oh my God…damn. Wow. Would you mind signing this for him? Make it out to Tate?" Lycra proffered a small slip of paper with ‘Hair By Sampson’ printed across the top, and the pen he was using to mark off appointments.

Dana accepted and quickly scrawled out a ‘To Tate, thanks for being a fan. -Dana Fairbanks.’ Handing the paper back to an ecstatic-looking Lycra, she watched as he slid it into his black denim pocket, grinning from ear to ear.