Shop 'till you drop!

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Setting the scene: Alison has taken Paige out on a "girly shopping thing" at Sam's request. The discussion has been going in fits and starts since they arrived...

Paige: *pretends she didn't hear that and examines split ends, whistling*

Alison: *wrinkles nose* Aie! *grabs Paige by arm and drags to hair dresser*

Paige: *duplicates the scream* Aie!!

Alison: *gets gleeful look* If we're lucky, Jacques will be there and can salvage the situation. If he doesn't faint dead away at the sight of you, that is. *races off with Paige in tow*

Paige: I'm very tempted to being the Lord's Prayer.

Alison: Huh? *plops in seat at hairdresser's and then nods obligingly* If it makes you happy.

Paige: *sighs at her humor being lost on the fellow blonde*

Alison: *grins inwardly but keeps a straight face*

Paige: So, how are y'all planning on molesting my hair today?

Alison: *speaks at high speed with darling Jacques, who shrieks in horror and nearly faints at the sight of Paige's hair*

Paige: You two are just beams of sunlight for my self-esteem, I assure you. I think I'm safer asking Jono for his opinion. *makes to stand*

Alison: *grins as Jacques pounces*

Jacques: *shrieks of horror* ZE HAIR! IT MUST BE ZAVED!!!

Paige: *whimpers*

Alison: *pets soothingly* There, there now. A few hours, or four, and you'll be all set. *turns around to hide snicker*

Paige: *shoots dangers in Alison's direction* You know how I said I'm not a hateful person? I changed my mind.

Alison: *leans on nearby counter* That's ok, hon. I've been dealing with a lot of that lately. *is surprised with self at saying that and winces*

Paige: *tries to turn to give Alison a look, but is swatted back into place by a gesticulating Jacques* You're going to have to imagine me giving you a confused and curious look it seems.

Alison: *blinks* Oh. Oooh... *swallows and actually looks serious* I'm using an image inducer for a reason, Paige. How much attention did you give the news, say, a few months ago?

Paige: Now imagine me giving you The Look. Alison, I lived in Kentucky. The most news we got was how Farmer David's chickens were doing and if Peggy's sheep have managed to get over their cough.

Alison: *winces again* I know Jamie has a tape somewhere... I'm almost tempted to be a coward and just have him show it to you when you get back. *Jacques pauses in his snipping of hair and gives her a sympathetic look, muttering something in French darkly* Mmm. Short version. Successful singer. Career rocketing. Heading for worldwide tour for the third album when it gets laid to track. Comes out as a mutant during a live broadcast show in Baltimore. Career goes poof overnight. Voila. *looks out window front towards street, without showing any emotion*

Paige: Then those people are idiots and they shouldn't matter anyway. Not worth your time,.

Alison: *picks up a magazine, flips through it, gets a disgusted look on her face and puts it back as quickly as she can*

Paige: *looks into the mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of Ali* Or your tears.

Alison: *whispers* Everything I ever wanted, worked so hard for... *shakes her head and shrugs* Doesn't matter much anymore, anyway. It's done and over with. *smiles and actually means what she says next* I'll find something else to do. I know that. I just - wish sometimes. Less now than before, at least.

Paige: *sighs* I'm sorry, Alison. I can feel sorry, but I can't relate. I just... There are so many other fantastic things that you could be doing, it's too bad you're focusing on just one.

Alison: I'll find something else, no worries. *smiles faintly* Though ask Sammy about the Muse someday. He has some idea. Maybe he'll be able to explain it to you for me. *eyes her very short nails and shakes her head* And Scott's keeping me waaay to busy to think about anything else. I've got training coming out of my ears, I swear. *she idly scans the street again, making sure everything is as it should be*

Paige: *thwaps the French man when he attempts to pick up her own hand and inspect her nails* Quit that. *she manages to not let the fact that Sam and Ali have secrets bother her, reminding herself that she has secrets with Sam, and even Alison, even if Alison herself doesn't know about it*

Alison: Jacques, only the hair today. I don't think you'd have time for both really. *she grins as the Frenchman mutters imprecations and glares at Paige's hands as though they were a mortal offense to the world at large* We have to get her clothing afterwards.

Paige: WHAT?! *she screeches, not really caring about the looks she is getting*

Alison: *solemn nod* Sammy asked me to. *she says this as though it explains it all* "Do girl things with her, Al. You know." Girls things is clothes shopping. And Jacques, if you even think about that shade, I will have to do evil things to you. Trim and a few highlights. She's not going up on stage, there's no need for anything wild.

Paige: *covers her face with her hands and considers whimpering again*

Alison: *grins cheerfully - this is fun and she's getting away with practically murder because Sam asked her to do this*

Paige: Remind me to kill Sam when we get home, yes? *peeks through her hands, trying not to watch the crazy things the crazy man is doing to her hair*

Alison: No. Sorry. *unrepentant grin*

Paige: Memo to self then.

Alison: *grins and suspects Paige may forget it when day is done - if only from wanting to go to bed from having been dragged around and shopped the entire day*


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So not The End.