It's up to me to control the Thuggernaught and attempt to keep the salon from irreparable damage, physical and mental. Normally I would go next door with Lyra and imbibe some craft brew, but last time I tried that I had to attempt to keep the bar from irreparable damage, and an orchid may have come off the worse for wear. Orchids! That's inner-city hipster metrosexual bar life for you.
Eloise had a couple of centimetres taken off, which must have taken something around two minutes of young Tegan's time, and then an expansive shampoo and blow-dry session that went on for, well, enough time for the Imp to rearrange the chairs in the place, sample the hair-washing area, drink some hot chocolate, and interfere with the attractive presentation of "product."
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