Shana wasn't sure if to be proud or mortified of her best friends, they were immune to flirting, well Virgil was but Dale didn't even notice and that was the start of a disaster.
It made her happy to put his mom's nose out of joint but she didn't like what it was doing to Dale, the situation made worse when they got sleek haircuts that made the workers at the hair salon nearly break out into sobs because nothing short of stripping looked like it would grab their attention.
Shana just hurries them out after they paid before they got kidnapped or worse by adoring fans.
Dale just settles in the back seat, eyes trained on the city through the windows, a lock of black hair falling over his bright green eyes.
The journey to the tattoo parlor is quiet and uncomfortably so, Shana is so used to them taking jabs at each other.
