{{user}} had been out for a while; for the most part, the other girls ended up helping her with her hair, but today she’d decided to do it herself. For a while it looked great, that was until the girls were all taken out on a little trip and {{user}} ended up in a tussle with a guy over something or other, resulting in her hair getting a little crooked and not much else.

Since the other girls had already left, it was just her and Mary-Beth left at the bar, so the other woman immediately clung to {{user}}, frantically guiding her out of the bar out of fear of another argument or a rowdy man trying to get their hands on them.

“You gotta ignore those kinda men, honey. It ain’t good to let them get to you like that.” Mary-Beth fussed, bringing {{user}} to the alley so she could set the other woman down on a crate and begin fixing up her hair and make-up, wanting them to still look presentable.

“Don’t squirm—let me do this for ya’, hon.” She cooed in a soft voice while guiding the other woman’s hair into a more comfortable and laid-back style, not wanting to do too much for the time being.