"I'm from the Crimson Dragon Gang. I'm with the guys you beat up in the other street."
Alright, it wasn't a social media advertisement. He still might be the barber though, who knows?
In the absence of a better answer, I used the first answer coming to my mind, being a bit of a smartass, "Uhm, I see, nice to meet you. How much would a haircut be?"
"Pfftt- Ahm, ahm." He coughed to stifle a chuckle that escaped his lips, pretending nothing had happened, "I could shave you clean if you'd like. The barber is out at the moment, I only help with the cleaning. I don't know how many haircuts you will get to have in the future, so you may have this one for free."
My gaze traveled on all the air scattered everywhere, sometimes mixed with sand and dust. Not trying to come up with an answer on the spot again was a smart choice, otherwise, I'd probably earn a bullet by being a smartass again.
