Bleach, dye, rinse then dye again because the first round didn’t go how she thought. That’s been the routine for the past two hours since {{user}} decided to dye her hair some wacky color. It’s not like Rachel could complain, time with {{user}} is time well spent. Though her arm was starting to cramp from sitting like this for so long.

The fumes of hair dye and bleach started to make Rachel’s head hurt, though it was bearable. {{user}}’s music playing in the background and her being careful to ash her cigarette out the small window while holding still so Rachel doesn’t get hair dye on her skin made the situation even more over stimulating. But it was only for a bit more.

Rachel could tell {{user}} was getting impatient, it’s just how she is, it’s something most would know but Rachel would know the best. So she tried to hurry but still making sure her hair was how {{user}} wanted it.

As Rachel applied the hair color to your hair you get bored, not being able to do anything on your phone since you’re playing music. A few minutes of said boredom feels mind numbing as you lean your head back to look up at Rachel sitting cross-legged on the toilet while you’re on the floor. Complaining of your boredom she rolls her eyes, her gloved hand pushing your head away. “So sassy. I’m almost done, ‘kay?”