Get me Outta here.. and backt o another evil place.*G*
"Thanks, Ragna!"
(No problem, Oz...now be quiet!)
"Sorry."
(Well, actually, now that you've spoken and everyone has heard your lovely
voice, explain why you think your hair is cool. You would know best, right?"
Oz nods. "Right. Well, It's easy to style, just wash and go. It looks good for
a lead guitarist, and Willow loves it. That's all I can think of right now. Is
it enough?"
(Good enough. Thank you, Oz.)
"No problem."
(Our next specimen is Xander. He is the classic case of bad hair turned good.)
"I heard that."
(Sorry, Xander.)
"It's the truth, though. I couldn't make up my mind on how I should look, and
now it's pretty decent."
(It's more than pretty decent...best looking since your sophomore year.)
"I'm flattered."
(Well, how did you decide on this style, anyway?)
"Cordelia."
(What about her?)
"She dragged me to a salon and had them cut it."
(Figures. Well, it looks great.)
"That's good. At least someone likes it."
(You don't like it?)
"No, I do, but..."
(But what?)
"I miss having bad hair days."
(*insert laughter* Trust me, even you have bad hair days. Now, we move on to
the dignified Rupert Giles.)
"May I help you?"
(Not really. We're just studying your hair.)
"Why, may I ask?"
(It's cool. Older men all over the world should have hair as nice as yours.
It'd make the world a better place.)
"My, well...all right. I may be able to take some time away from my studies."
(Thank you! So, do you like your hair?)
"It serves it's purpose, yes."
(Oooookay. Well, I'll just describe it. You can keep studying.)
Giles goes back to his studying, and a person comes up from behind the host.
"Hello, sweet."
(Damn! Spike, don't do that!)
"Well, love, I was getting impatient."
(Ever heard the phrase "Save the best for last?")
"Only in a Vanessa Williams song."
(You listen to her?)
"Just said I'd heard it, duck. Didn't say I listened."
(Well, my bad. So sorry.)
"You almost done, pet?"
(If you'll be quiet and let me finish, you're next.)
(Thank you. Anyway, Giles has a much more dignified look that many slightly
older men need. And now, on to the impatient one.)
"I am not impatient."
(Bloody hell you aren't!)
Spike retaliated by sticking his tongue out.
(Well, we come to our final specimen, Spike. Take a good look at him.)
"Why? I'm not all that special."
(The hell you aren't! I mean, I could list a lot of reasons why you are,
but... Wait. I have to stay on track.)
"And just what would that be, love?"
(Your hair.)
"Oh. Continue, by all means."
(Thank you so much. And I meant that sarcastically. The bleach must be eating
away at your brain cells. Anyway, Spike has very beautiful hair. Soft, though
it doesn't look that way. Short, and though an unnatural color, it
just...fits.)
"What are you doing?"
(Resisting the urge to run my fingers through your hair.)
"You can run them through all you like after you finish this documentary.
Didn't you leave someone out?"
(Well, Brood Boy uses too much styling products, and needs to stick with one
style or another. Now, I'm done. I'm going to let Tiki have Oz for a bit. You,
Spike, are mine.)
"And what do you plan on doing, duck?"
(Whatever I want. But I won't mess up the hair...much.)
"By all means, then, let's go."
Fin
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