Author's Note: I'm back! After a very long time, I have resumed writing fanfics again. I've decided to kick things off with a short based on a reviewer's suggestion from "A Bit of a Problem". Thank you for your patience and support.
I do not own Predator and if Best Cuts Hair Salon already exists, then I do not own that either.
Ta ta,
A
Aaron stared at the Yautja sitting in his client chair. Pursing his lips, the young man tried his hardest to solve this particular problem. He looked at his array of expensive and sophisticated equipment.
"Barb? Can you go next door to Mr. Parker's and borrow his hedge trimmers, please?" Aaron continued to contemplate the delicate situation in front of him.
"So, how's the heat wave treating you?" the hair stylist sweetly asked his nearly 8-foot customer.
Best Cuts Hair Salon's manager returned from a lunch date to find her employees gone. She stepped past the empty chairs and stations to the stock room. Bracing herself, she opened the door and almost tripped over Tracy.
Her employees looked at her with fear that quickly melted into relief. They stayed sitting on the floor next to the hair dyes, bleach, and extra scissors.
"What, what happened?"
"We had a Predator."
"Oh no, what did it do?"
"He wanted a haircut." Aaron took another swig from the whiskey bottle Mark kept on the top shelf and rested the hedge trimmers on his shoulder. "He was happy with my work."
The manager looked at her employees and gave them the rest of the day off.