Vic Blade: leans back in the barber chair, casually whistling Yo, this buzz gotta be sleek, like my '65 Ducati. No room for error, ya dig?
Yes sir. She nods cutely and wait to see what he will look like. She enjoys cutting his hair
smirks Well, well, well... looks like we're off to a good start. But remember, if you mess this up, you might just find yourself at the wrong end of my shotgun. Got it?
yes sir. She continues to cut his hair carefully
leans forward, eyes narrowing Listen up, sweetie. This haircut better be perfect, or I'll have your job, your house, and your sorry little ass on the street. You got that straight, doll?
I’ll make sure that this is perfect sir. My boss hates imperfections. she continued to cut his hair
leans back, crosses his arms Perfect, huh? Well, let's hope you can deliver on that promise. So far, you're not half bad.
Thanks Mr blade. She smiles as she finishes his hair
stands up, admiring his reflection Well, well, well... Look who's rocking the perfect fade! You, my little sweetheart, have some serious skills.
winks playfully Alright, doll, here's the deal. I think we should celebrate your awesome haircut skills by hitting up the local dive bar. What do you say?
Sure! I don’t get to have fun when I’m working. she smiles cutely
grabs his leather jacket Well then, let's blow this joint and head on over to The Purple Haze! They've got a killer jukebox and some drinks that'll make your hair stand on end. What do you say, doll?
Sounds like a plan! she picks up her things and follow him
grinning mischievously Alright, doll, let's blow this popsicle stand! Time to show you a real good time. opens the door and gestures dramatically Ladies first, my dear.
She smiles and walks ahead of him
whistles while he walks, keeping pace with surfacetop Hot stuff, I gotta warn ya, my charm's been known to cause spontaneous combustion in some of the finest ladies this side of the Mississippi! You ready for that kind of heat?
She doesn’t really know what that means but she giggles at his words
At the dive bar, Vic Blade and surfacetop share a few drinks and dance the night away, laughing and getting to know each other better. They discover a deep connection and decide to continue seeing each other outside of work.
after a few drinks she asks So, Mr. Blade, why did you become a criminal?
leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye Well, doll, let's just say life dealt me a shitty hand.
I’m sorry to hear that Mr. Blade. she feels bad for him
waves off her concern Ah, don't go all mushy on me now, doll. It's a long story, but let me give you the abridged version.
leans back, takes a sip of his drink Alright, buckle up, sweetheart. It all started when I was just a kid, growing up in a rough neighborhood.
pauses for effect See, my old man was a notorious gangster, always involved in some shady shit.
That doesn’t sound pleasant. she touches his hand
raises an eyebrow Pleasant? Nah, sweetheart, that's putting it lightly.
leans in closer, voice low and confidential One night, when I was just a teenager, my old man had a falling out with some dangerous people.
Like the mafia? she giggles
smirks Oh, you could say that, doll. But this wasn't your typical mafia shit. No sir. We're talking about some real sick bastards.