Romans & histoires Barber

"Can you fetch a barber for me?" "You want a haircut?" "Yes. I want a shorter hair and a shave." "Sorry, boss. The only barber shop in town is closed indefinitely." "Okay. Please, get my razor and a hand mirror." "If I may, I could do the shaving for you," Sam offered generously. "Thank you!" Rye exclaimed gratefully. He discovered his right hand was still stiff. Minutes later, Rye came out from the bath with a cleanly-shaven face and gleaming hair. Sam shampooed his hair, too.

His feet sported the new Air Jordan’s. “Ah, the Italian shave treatment. I have a barber who does it for me once a month in New York. It’s great, isn’t it?” Billy said to Lawrence. “Yeah. I mean this is only the second time I’ve gotten it done, but it’s great,” Lawrence agreed. “Enjoy,” Billy said with a smile and walked over to the poker table. “Sorry to disturb your game, Sheriff, but I was wondering if you could help me with a problem.”

"... What I wanted to ask was, could you find me a barber. It's just another of those minor luxuries that..." Rising from my seat, I cut him short. "Done." ***** It does, in fact, get Klempner out of the bed, but propped up by cushions, he relaxes back into a revolving chair. The hairdresser, in his thirties, trendy, and rather obviously gay, hovers over him. "How would you like it, sir?" "Just shorter and tidier. Whatever's the style for the local men of my age around here." "Very good, sir. And the beard?"

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Also, some perfume that smells masculine. Done with shopping, I immediately head to get a haircut. The barbershop is just a few minutes' walk from where I shopped, and I get attended to as soon as I walk in. “What style do you want? Perhaps just a trim?” the man asks with a smile on his face. “No!” I bark. “I want the entire hair off.” The man smiles, “I think you look really cute with this hairstyle. With just a trim, you’ll look really adorable.”

The other one spoke too, “I won’t be here on weekend, so I had to rush here to get this long due cut. So, I was wondering the same.” I checked my schedule on my phone and saw that I had a small window of time between appointments. But for that, I needed to sacrifice my coffee break, “Sure, I can do that. Let me just grab my scissors and spray bottle. You have a seat, sir.” I said to the taller one as I walked over to my station to collect my scissors and comb and pointed towards the barber chair. I started working on his hair first. The shorter one was still waiting patiently. As I worked on the man’s hair, I couldn't help but think of the Greek God I had met.

We walked over to the bar and sat on stools like we own the place. "What can I get you ladies?" The bartender asked. He was tall and cute in a quirky way, he wasn't a sight for sore eyes, but when you looked at him deeply and closel, you'd find out that there's something about him that stood out, as for me, I don't really care the looking should be reserved for the girl he was dating or the girl he was going to get married to. He didn't look bad though, he had a black shirt on that read THE HARVEY and a brown trouser, he had a name tag too 'Tunde' was written on it.

“You look like you actually have one.” “You just cut off my beard,” Thaelen said through his teeth because the barber was still finishing the job. The barber’s eyes jerked up from his scissors and flicked between Thaelen to Sigrid, before hastily finishing up, using his brush to dust the stray hairs from Thaelen’s shirt, before retreating into the group of servants who attended them. “Well, I ordered it done,” she corrected, smugly. “It was overgrown.”

she ordered over her shoulder before telling the barman called Barm an to pour her a rum. “Make that two,” Bash ordered beside Amira. The rogue tilted his head to the side. “A new face. Pretty one,” Barman said. He was a large man with a big, bent, once-broken nose and a shaved head with scars running down it and his face. He looked scary, but he mostly kept to himself like a typical rogue. He was only at the guild, so he had a roof over his head. “Um?” Bash answered.

What's in that room? Whila staring at myself on the mirror. I notice a man walked in. "Can I use the mirror for a second?" the man said. The barber nodded before continuing his work. My eyes met the man's eyes. He smiled awkwardly as he fix his hair and dress. He bid his goodbye to the barber after. "It's done, sir," I looked at the mirror. "Thank you, uh..." I stand. "I'll get back here. Tell the girl inside that I'll be right back and wait here,"