AN: This little drabble was born out of a prompt and the prompt was "Olivier finds Miles suddenly bald. For what has happened to his pineapple-like locks~?" I had great fun writing this. I hope you enjoy reading it. :)
He really didn't have a clue what the hell it he was doing but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
It was a quarter past three and he was terribly drunk and fumbling about the place. The man by some miracle finally managed to make it to his familiar corridor. He stumbled into the quarters he happened to sometimes share with his commanding officer turned girlfriend, trying to be as quiet as a mouse and not knock things over as he moved. She wouldn't like it much if he caused a mess in the room and she'd bite his head off if he broke one of her precious ornaments.
Luckily she was sleeping and he'd managed to tip toe around her for the most part but now came the chore he really didn't feel like doing. Taking a shower, since he reeked of alcohol and Olivier didn't really like the stench of booze much. So he padded towards the en suite, stripped out of his uniform, untied his medium length silver locks and stepped into the bath, soaping himself as best he could without falling over.
Once the cold water hit his skin, he actually felt it was a good idea and managed to gain a certain level of clear headedness. Next came washing his hair, because his usual drinking partners Buck and Karley thought it was a fun idea to pour rum over him and laugh. he did this
Looking around for shampoo, he noticed that they were out and frowned, getting out of the shower to rummage through the cabinet for a spare bottle, he found something without a label which smelt nice enough to pass off as shampoo and poured a large amount into his hair, massaging it thoroughly making sure all his head was covered.
Moving back to the shower he rinsed the cherry like smelling foam off and was surprised to find a large chunk of his hair washing down his body. Miles' eyes widen, as he noticed more strands of his hair washing away with the foam and clogging the bath stop.
"Shit! My hair?" He rushed to look at the mirror and the sight that stared back at him did not make him the least but happy. He was almost hairless except for a few odd pieces here and there. Well this was a fine kettle of fish indeed. He reached for his razor and shaved the rest off with a large scowl on his face.
"Well, at least my sideburns are still okay. Dammit Olivier, why would you remove the label off of your hair removal thingmajig?"
The next morning, Olivier was the first to raise, rubbing her sleepy eyes she turned to look at Miles hugging the man with a lazy smile. He grunted and moved pulling her to him and still very much asleep, when something looked different to her about him. Where was the hair that familiarly brushed against her cheek? She directed her gaze to his head and found those glorious tresses she adored, completely gone.
What the fuck?
She shoved him awake, and loudly asked when he opened an eye to look at her. "Where the hell is your hair?"
"Oh..that. Shampoo disaster… Your fault. Shh now, sleep time." He replied with a yawn, before closing his eye, snuggling her close to him and going back to sleep.