Vanus' Most Wanted - Hair Disaster

A box of hair dye clattered ungracefully on the counter of the small name beauty boutique, causing the blatantly unconscious employee to startle awake in his chair behind the counter.

“Holy hell.” He exhaled. Red eyes stared down the lanky dark-haired Lesser Felidae employee. He rubbed the sleep out of his own yellow eyes and looked again, double checking he was seeing correctly. “Is that you, Isabelle? You let it all wash out this time?”

“Of course not, Rocko!” She scoffed, leaning forward onto the counter. Instead of its usual sleek black, her hair was the same vibrant golden yellow as the tip of her tail. Her robotic chameleon-shaped companion, Dexter, rested on her shoulders quietly. “My idiot pet dragon dragged me out to a tundra planet to 'Go ice fishing'” Her eyebrows furrowed in irritation as she gestured finger quotes. “WHO THE HELL GOES ICE FISHING? Why does he need more fish? Do you know how many fish he has? I'm going to smell like fish. Do I smell like fish?”

“Isabelle. You're distracted.” Dex chimed in.

“Anyway.” She Ignored the robot. “Ice planet. You know what happens when Vehema go to an ice planet right?”

Rocko shook his head. “I uh... can't say I do, Iz. You don't really see that many Vehema.”

“It does THIS to my hair.” She grabbed her long sideburns in a display of exasperated frustration.

“It turns your hair blonde?”

“NO! It turns it WHITE!”

“I'm... Not following.”

“Ice planet means white hair, and when my winter coat sheds and my regular hair grows back in, it's my natural color, which is.... Ugh...” Izzy leaned further onto the counter until her hands dangled off the other side in a dramatic display of displeasure with her “situation”. Dex readjusted himself to sit on her head instead.

Rocko blinked at the pitiful fox. “If it's any consolation, Izzy, I tend to prefer blondes.” He immediately regretted that statement when he noted the side-eyed biting scowl she was giving him. “Ahaha... Anyway, the dye right?” His ears shot back anxiously and his brows turned up as he tried to change the subject. The last thing he wanted to do at his low-salary day job was piss off a Vehema.

“Oh, yes!” She pulled herself back into a leaning position, elbows on the counter as she rested her chin on her hands. Her height was just enough that her breasts rested comfortably on the counter. The already low-cut top had been strategically unbuttoned, leaving barely enough covered to warrant imagination. “So... How are we doing this tonight?” In only seconds she went from being shamefully histrionic to giving him that seductive low-lidded smirk she was so practiced with.

“Uh....” The felidae clerk gulped. He was wondering when this part would happen. He used to look forward to it but... “So... It'll be twenty-five units..”

“Huh...?” Her smirk fell off in confusion. “Money? I always pay you in sex, Rocko, what the hell?”

“I uh...” Sweat trailed down the side of his face past his temple. “Ya'see Izzy... My boss Is a bit pissed at me giving away product like that to you. I can't afford to lose this job... So... Unfortunately...”

She slammed her hands on the counter, causing him to recoil back away from her, tail shooting up and doubling in size. Instead of anger however...

“Puhleeeeeese!” She begged, clapping her hands together and giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster. “This is the only place on this side of the galaxy that sells this brand! Do you know what the other ones do to my ears? Every time I shower it's like a waterfall of black hell that stains my fur! I can't go back to thaaaaaat~!”

He stared dumbfounded at her. “I... Uh... I'm Sorry, Iz... I can't. If I don't get payment or get rid of you soon, my boss will reprimand me for lettin you hog the counter space. He's probably already gonna get on me about fallin' asleep at my post. Damn cameras...” He scratched the back of his head with an apologetic frown.

“Fine...” She sighed, giving up and standing up. “I'll have to go back out and get my wallet. I'll be back.”

She turned tail and started waltzing up the isle towards the door.

“But Isabelle...” Dexter said aloud, redjusting himself so he wouldn't slip off her head. “You don't have a w-”

“Whole lot of money yes Dex I know that.” The scheming fox cut him off, shoving a hand into his metal face despite knowing that didn't effect him in the slightest, then hissed under her breath: “Idiot.” She slowed down as she neared the exit, eyeballing the boxes of black hair dye she required. Glancing back at the counter to make sure she wasn't being watched, she grabbed several boxes in her arms and pushed out the front door before breaking into a sprint down the sidewalk. “VINNIE RUN, THEY HAVE LASER SIGHTS!” They didn't, but that would make him run faster.

The blue-haired Z'mai who had been waiting rather impatiently by the front door jumped up in surprise when she suddenly burst from the shop. “H... How did you cause this much issue over HAIR PRODUCT!?” He took off down the street after her.