No one laugh.

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Back from Vanessa's friend (who's, uh, pretty terrifying by the way). Vanessa needed some help, and I needed the money, but she said I needed to look the part. Eight hours later and, uh, tah-dah, I guess. First person to laugh gets a fender to the face. That goes double for you, Gibney.

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[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

We actually did go to Super Cuts. Apparently my name's not good at a lot of the upscale salons anymore. But they did just as good a job for like a hundredth of the price! And you know the best part? Even though they didn't know us there, we didn't need an appointment!

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the glory that is Super Cuts, love. Speaking of, Honeysuckle, do you want me to beat someone up for not liking you anymore? Because I can and will. You just tell me what twit with a stick up his arse thinks you're not good enough to associate with and I will make him very very pretty. Or her. I don't have anything against punching women.

[x-adrienne.livejournal.com]

Tempting, very tempting, but I think I'll have to pass on that fantastic offer. Unless there's some way we could set up an accident for them. Like icing their steps so when they come out in the morning they slip, or something.

[x-copycat.livejournal.com]

That would be very easy to arrange.