>>"Of course, would you like me to go get it for you?"

"Okay," Lenna replied, though it didn't seem like the hairdresser cared much about her answer. The woman went off to get her the water, quick as she could. "'Kay..." Lenna blinked.

Well then... she'd just have to wait. Hrm. And no coffee to drink. She made a face.

Sigh.

Why had there been a spider in her coffee, really? That still boggled her mind.

Hrm... maybe someone was acting up due to her aura? That'd be funny... and oddly karmic. It was a long stretch, though. Eh. She shrugged the thought off, plopping down on the chair again. Lenna crossed her legs, and snagged the magazine she'd been reading. She let it flop open, and distracted herself with National Geographic. She flicked past the stories on spiders. Those didn't appeal to her much anymore.

The little critters gave her the equivalent of guiltily lowering their heads. (or at least as guilty as a spider could pull off) Megan narrowed her eyes and uncrossed her arms, waggling a finger at them. "If you know whats good for you, you will stay put! I don't want anymore trouble, or so help me I'll dig out a can of raid." The small fuzzy bodies tilted, confused as to what this 'raid' was that she was speaking of, and she threw her arms in the air and turned. "Stay!" It was the last warning they would get, and they understood at least that much.

Leaving the bugs to their feast, she returned to scavenging up some water. Her eyes landed on the coffee machine again, dropped down to her stained and possibly ruined shirt, and she frowned. Job experience told her to offer the drink once more... but personally she just wanted to finish the woman's hair and shoo her out of the store so she could go home and change...

With a sigh, she relented and filled up another cup of coffee. She did grab a lid this time though, so as to prevent any further hot coffee from meeting her face...... "Alright, one ice cold cup of water, and one extra hot- creepy crawlie- cup O' joe." She sidled herself back up to her station, and set both cups before Lenna carefully. "The water to wash out any unpleasant-ness that might still be bugging you, and the coffee to make up for that whole random insect thing... and here's a lid to keep things out of said coffee once you are satisfied with it." She plopped the lid down next to the cups and dug her comb and scissors out again, waiting for the woman to check her drinks, or drink them, before she started in on the haircut.

Lenna was a cautious sort. It came from years of people trying to kill you. She checked. Eying the coffee, she decided she'd go with water that day. Water was clear, and coffee... was not. She left the coffee cup on a counter, and took a few sips of water. Then, she set that down.

"Alright, let's finish this," She said evenly. She'd drank spider-coffee today, and been forced to read old national geographics. She wouldn't come to this salon again. The best she could do was finish the haircut. Lenna plopped back down in her chair, putting the magazine away. She leaned back, preparing herself for the comb and scissors.

Hopefully, nothing would go wrong this time around.

The coffee was declined, Megan held back a little smirk and simply nodded her head. "Of course." Out came the steely scissors again, as well as her trusty comb. She raked the comb gently back, keeping in mind not to leave scratches along the way, and brought her scissors up to snip away frayed ends. Personally, Megan couldn't figure out why a lot of barbers chose to just hack away at peoples hair... Styling was an art form. There were techniques, ways of doing things that every good barber needed to know. Icy eyes narrowed and the spider problem retreated to the back of her mind.

Once she was in the proper mindset, everything melted away. She focused on bending her wrist at the right angle to properly layer the wet locks. Lenna, though Megan didn't like her very much, still deserved a good haircut. Everybody did. In fact, it was a crime in her opinion to be caught out in public with horrible hair...

Her fingers twisted the already cut hair out of the way, and she secured it with a clip on top of Lenna's head. She set to the challenge the under layers of hair provided. Often neglected, depending on who had last styled the woman's hair. Upon closer inspection, as she snipped and snipped and snipped, she realized that the woman must have gone somewhere respectable the last time.... Her eyes narrowed even more, and her ego puffed a little bigger. She would do better... When her scissors finally stopped, and returned to her back pocket, she combed through and ruffled her art work, before reaching for a leave in relaxer.

Out came the dryer next, and after a few intense moments of brushing though with a bristle brush, she had the finished product all worked out and fully dry. "All done, what do you think?" Swiveling the chair back to face the mirror full on, she dusted off Lenna's shoulders and set her fists on her hips.

As the hairdresser cut, Lenna relaxed, and caught up on her sleep.

Finally, she was done. Lenna opened her eyes. "Looks good," She replied. "Thanks."

It was short enough, the right color, and just what she wanted. The hairdresser had done an excellent job.

A good thing, too, because that whole coffee thing? It had given her a negative opinion of the place. Maybe, just maybe, she'd reassess the situation once she left.

They wrapped up the hair appointment, Lenna paid, and left.

She looked good, doing so, too.