Time for a new challenge (and hopefully, this week, less drama!) This week a slightly less serious-looking topic from leniba and it's Hair. That should be fun ;) Go forth and drabble!

BtVS – Season 4 – Post The Initiative – Spike/Buffy

1. Color Me Gorgeous

Standing in the hair care aisle of the local Rexall while trying to avoid the overhead mirrors, Spike browses through the boxes of color, wondering if it's time to change the shade of his hair. The look may be fabulous, but it's a homing beacon for the damned soldier boys after him.

Any shade of red will have them accusing him of harassing the witch, and brown would be insulting droopy boy. And the devil take him if he went honey blond – one brassed off slayer.

Guess it's back to the health care aisle and the large bottle of peroxide.

It's late and she's tired, but Buffy's on a mission. She slips into the Rexall and heads directly to the hair care products, hoping to avoid anyone she knows. While it's not a secret that her hair color isn't exactly the one she was born with, she doesn't care to broadcast it to all of Sunnydale.

Ash blonde, dirty blonde, icy blonde… box by box she looks until she finds it: natural honey blonde. Perfect. Not wanting to get caught out again, Buffy shovels the 4 remaining boxes into her basket and heads for the checkout counter at warp speed.

She's in such a hurry to get out of the store that she isn't paying attention to her surroundings. A collision's inevitable. Smack dab into the biggest chatterbox of all time: Spike. Just perfect.

"What are you doing here, Spike? Come to eat the stockboys? No, wait… you can't," Buffy sneered.

"Funny, Slayer. Know why you're here. Could be starring in Roots, the blonde generation," he shot back.

"You're such a pig." She pushes him into the shelves, causing him to drop the bottle of peroxide he's trying to hide in his duster's pocket.

"Roots, the next generation," she laughed.

BtVS – Season 5 – Joyce, Dawn

2. A Brush With Fate

Joyce runs the hairbrush through the sable tresses of her youngest daughter, knowing that a few weeks ago Buffy was an only child. It doesn't make Dawn any less precious in her eyes. If anything, she values her all the more for it. She might have been entrusted to the Slayer's care but she was given to a mother to love.
Dawn is snippy, querulous; in other words, the perfect daughter and sister.

Wrapping the strands around each other, forming a braid, Joyce thinks it's a metaphor for their family. Three individual portions forming one plait – stronger for it's unity.

AtS – Season 2 – Post There's No Place Like Plrtz Glrb - Ange

3. Angelhair

Everything Angel could possibly need to accomplish his task is laid out on the table before him. Hair gels, combs, scissors… even a shaver should he decide to go that way. The key element is a Polaroid camera. Being a vampire has its disadvantages when trying to style your hair, and no reflection is a biggie.

He zhooshes, flattens, parts and blows; taking a picture after every effort, each shot worse than the last.
Giving up, he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Great new do, Angel," Cordelia cracks. The salary sucks, but entertainment is over the top.