The trip to the mall itself was uneventful and Darla certainly got happy enough to start talking about some cute hairstyles she’s seen and wants to try out.
“Just don’t be that guy.” Taylor teased.
“What guy?”
“The one who asked for his hair to shaved completely and then asked for long hair.” Darla laughed at that image, bringing a wider smile out of Taylor. The day is certainly looking better and better.
There were certainly people walking around the mall and the shops, but fortunately it was not as crowded as some days it can get. Maybe even both sisters could get seated for some pampering at the salon. That would certainly be nice.
‘Maybe I should bring Maggie to the salon next time,’ Taylor thought as they neared the place, ‘Now that she doesn’t have to be the Perfect Daughter, she should go all out with what she wants.’
“So, what do you want to start with?”
“Well-oof!” Darla got pushed away, nearly landing on the floor, if not for Taylor’s reaction time. Both girls glared at the cause: a haughty looking bottle blond girl, maybe a few years older than them, and her squad of lesser bottle blonds.
“What’s the big idea, bitch?” Taylor demanded the haughty bitch.
“What?” Goodness, even her voice was appropriate, “I just did you a service, sweetie, reminding this fucking creep to stay out of our territory.”
“Your territory?”
“Sweetie, you must be dense if you think this thing,” She gestured to Darla like she was a diseased animal, “Should be allowed anywhere not a nut house. Anyway,” She dumped her cold drink on Darla, making the girl squeak in shock and try to scramble away, while the other girls were just laughing, “I gotta get a new drink.”
As the group of laughing blonds walk away, ignoring the enraged look on Taylor. Breathing deeply, she helped Darla up and had wished for a pack of paper handkerchiefs to wipe most of the sticky drink away. Darla just stayed silent and looked down to the ground, not reacting to her sisters cleaning attempts, other then a small twitch.
“Hey,” Taylor gently hugged her before she pushed less sticky but sad Darla into the salon, “Go clean up and pick something nice. I’ll see if they have those cute boots I saw a while back, alright?”
Darla nodded and silently walked into the stylists shop. With a deep sigh at her sisters lost enthusiasm, Taylor directed her anger at the hasslers – who were sitting in the food court, their loud talks and hyena like laughs disturbing the customers around them, ignorant of a reality warpers gaze staring right at their heads.