I totally modeled the hair stylist after the guy who cuts my hair :D He's Korean and has this awesome accent and a shiny blue highlight in his hair. I always love how my hair looks after so this is for him! And again, OC's! I know you have them. You know I want them. If we trade, then it's all good, no?
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"So, Mr. Greatness, how are you going to make a Roselia costume?" Blaire asked, wearing her own Flaffy suit, including the collar under Drew's persuasion.
Drew looked at her for a second before grabbing two roses from his pockets and held them up, with one in each hand.
"There," he stated simply.
"Ha! As if you'll win like that!" Blaire laughed.
"Wanna make a bet?" he asked with a boyish grin.
"You're on."
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"This is a branch of a famous beauty salon in Celedon. They're really good so don't bite them," Drew warned.
Blaire fumed. Why was she going to a beauty salon when the Pokemon Couples Coordinators Contest was tomorrow? Because SOMEONE claimed she was unruly and needed to fix herself up or else she wouldn't be able to be his partner.
"Hor," she whined.
Drew's eye twitched from Blaire's new nickname. Honestly, he would have preferred to be called Horton instead.
"What?"
She bit his arm.
"OW!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled, pulling his arm out of her mouth.
She grinned and licked her lips, "Now that we have that out of the way… Let's get this over with."
She waltzed into 'Erika's' as Drew rubbed his arm in irritation. She actually bit his arm…
"Get over here, Horton!!!" Blaire called from the counter. "The lady's asking me questions I don't have answers to!"
He sighed and trudged to the counter. This had better be worth it.
"Can you give her a haircut? Give her something trendy, but looks good on her," Drew ordered, pulling out his money.
The lady blushed, thinking this customer was very handsome.
"No problem, Toots," she said huskily.
Blaire snorted from holding back a sudden laugh. How old was that lady? In her forties of something for sure! And was that a wedding ring Blaire spotted on her ring finger.
Drew let out a nervous chuckle. Sure, he liked women lots, but not perverted ones… or ones that old.
"Ummm…. Thanks?" he said quickly, thrusting the money and Blaire towards her. "Meet me at the Pokemon Center when you're done! And don't get lost!" he hollered before sprinting out of the store.
Blaire blinked and waved before he disappeared. She looked at the aging woman who looked at her in distain. That traitor.
"Go sit in one of the chairs," she said, rolling her eyes and pointing to one of the many spinning chairs.
A man wearing tight clothes and fancy hair walked towards her.
"What do you want?" she asked pushily.
"Umm… I-"
"The boy said something trendy but looks good on her," the lady from the counter pointed out.
"Boyfriend, huh? I don't blame him for leaving you here. Your hair is horrid. It completely tangled and you have four inch of dead ends. Do you even take care of your hair?" the stylist asked, pointing his shining scissors at her.
"Ummm… I don't know?" she replied unsurely.
The hair stylist looked her hair over, "First off, we cut off all that dead hair. After that, your hair should go mid-back. Then I give you bangs and layers, you like? That don't matter. I do whatever make you look good, okay?"
"Uhhhh?"
"Good." The man said promptly before combing her hair.
By the first inch, the comb became stuck. The man let out a sigh; her boyfriend had better give her a very good tip.
"You come over here," he ordered, pointing to a reclining chair with a sink attached to the top. "Stick your head there."
Blaire looked at the chair unsurely, her head a little sore from having a comb being stuck to the top of her head. That Horton is going down.
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Three hours later, Blaire walked out of Erika's, her hair looking much better than when she came in.
"Goodbye! Come again!" the hair stylist waved.
"Her hair looks loads better," the woman behind the counter, commented.
"Of course! I the one who did it! You have any doubt in Johny? I don't think so!" the stylist bragged before returning inside.
My head feels lighter, Blaire thought. Walking to a random store, she looked at her reflection in the window.
She gasped. Her hair had been cut by about five inched and cascaded down her shoulders in uneven layers, giving her a wild-classy combo look. The bangs Johny added were also rubbing off on her. They covered one of her eyes, giving her a mysterious allure as well. Her hair also glistened in the sunlight, like a well-hydrated leaf.
"Wow," she breathed. "I look hot!" she boasted.
Feeling a giddy feeling enter her steps, she sprinted to the Pokemon Center.
"HORTON!" she cheered, jumping the unsuspecting teen coordinator.
"Oof! What?" he asked, shaking her off.
"Look!" she said, modeling for him.
"Amazing what hair stylist can do. They can even tame the most wild of jungles," he said with a smirk.
She glared at him, "I'll shave myself bald tonight."
"Have fun with that," he said dismissively.
Blaire kicked him hard in the leg.
"OUCH!" he yelped, grabbing his aching leg. "Dead leg! Dead leg!"
She just grinned and left him behind as she went up to the counter.
"My pokemon please," she asked with a mock sweet tone.
The nurse's face turned a little scared again. I guess she remembers me. Running through the backdoors, she came back a second later with two pokemon in a little holder we would think would hold four cups of soda (like the ones from In-N-Out).
"Thank you very much," she said, smiling charmingly.
The nurse gave a frightened nod and ran back through the back doors.
"I think it's your face, but there's nothing I or any other beautician can do about that. You're just a hopeless case," Drew chuckled behind her.
She swung her hands behind her again, only to hit him in the face.
"Oops, my bad," she smiled.
He scowled as she danced past him out of the Center. Blaire put a hand to her hip, waiting for the slow Drew to trudge outside. When he finally came to where she was standing, she dragged him past the coordinating stadium and next to the cycling road into a small-forested area.
"Why are we here?" he asked between pants.
She flashed him the two shining pokeballs between her fingers. Pressing their middle buttons, they enlarged, releasing a red stream of light and the outline of a cat and a sheep.
"You said that we would let them decide what they wanted to do, right?" she asked, tossing him the empty pokeballs.
He caught them with ease, "Oh, right."
"So little guys, what do you want to do?" Blaire asked them.
The two looked around, perhaps looking for their previous owner. The Meowth growled at her while the Mareep looked at her in wonder.
"Blondie isn't here anymore," Blaire stated, reaching her hand towards them.
"Merow!"
The Meowth outstretched its claws and swiped her hand. Blaire flinched while the blood began oozing out of the cut.
"This is definitely Blondie's pokemon," she muttered while glaring at the cat.
The pokemon returned her glare and ran into the bushed to never be seen again. Blaire turned to the sheep pokemon with irritated eyes.
"Your turn."
The Mareep stared a moment before shaking and tearing up.
"Maaa! Maaa!" it cried.
Blaire sweatdropped. Exactly what was she supposed to do?
"Ummm…" she started, reaching her hand to pet its fluffy head.
It seemed to like that and nuzzled into her touch. Adorable little thing.
"Maa! Maa!" it cheered.
Blaire glomped it and squeezed it to her chest. Drew looked at her weirdly.
"Mine," she pouted, before tossing Mareep into the air.
"I'm going to keep you alright? Do you mind?" Blaire asked while catching it.
It tilted its head cutely.
"That's going to be a yes!" Blaire proclaimed, throwing the pokemon extra high.
"I don't think that's-" Drew started unsurely.
She turned, "What?"
"MAAA!!!" the little sheep bleated before landing on Blaire.
"A good idea." He finished, watching the two lay on the ground with swirly eyes.
And that is how Blaire gained a new member, Mareep, to join her party of electric pokemon. Her team now consisted of an Electrike, Jolteon, and Mareep.
It's almost like how I was before…