Hold me in contempt

Blond curls & problems

"Oh my.." I gasped when the hairdresser turned the chair around, making me face my new self in the big mirror. I was shocked, in a good way!

She changed my chocolate Brown curls slightly blond, with some dark and light highlights in-between. I covered my mouth with my hands and inspected my hair, to be honest it wasn't bad at all.

"And? I thought summer is coming so something fresh and new, i added some highlights from your own hair colour too, so it isn't going to look fake" the hairdresser said proudly, waiting for my response. "It is beautiful, you got me speechless! Oh wow" i said and stood up. It looked so...different? I payed and thanked her a milion times. The longer i looked at my hair the more i started to love it.

I walked home and Stared at myself in Every window. I opened the door of my apartment and decided that it was time to clean this fucking mess. I started to clean my house very thoroughly so you could eat from the ground. After that i walked to my bathroom and took a quick shower without making my hair wet so it could stay in model and walked with my towel around my body to my closet. I picked out a black dress And grabbed my apron out the fresh laundry. I did my make-up and added some cherry tinted lipstick what popped of my lips and some simple mascara. I sprayed some parfum on the inside of my wrists and neck.

"Heels or flats? Flats? Or heels?" I asked myself. I grabbed my heels and my jacket. I walked downstairs and took the bus to the nightclub. It was different type if workday, some business rented our whole rooftop for the entire night and Marv and i were in service tonight.

"Mena!!" I heard Marv screaming hysterical behind me.
I turned around, grinning. His facial expression was priceless!
"Your hair! It is blond!!" He said excited and looked admiring at my curls.

"I know, do you like it?" I asked.
"Like it? It is gorgeous! The sexyness sparks from it" he said dramaticly and got wild with his hand through my hair.
"Marvin, you're ruining it!" I said and slapped his hand of my hair. We both walked inside the club and started the preparations on the rooftop with help from other colleagues.

"Mena!" I heard someone while i cleaned some wine glasses.
"Yes?" I asked, turning around. "Oh hey Rafeall" i said.

"I want you to do all the VIP-tables tonight, you will receive extra money for it and the end of the month" he said.
"Okay, i will" i smiled. I didn't like 'VIP's' at all but i could really use that extra money because i could nearly Pay the rent for this month.

He walked away when i realised something. "Rafeall, wait!" I said. He turned around. "How many VIP-tables are there?" I asked. "Twelve, each ten guests" he said calmly. "Twelve!" I repeated. How on earth did the think i could serve TWELVE tables with ten guests each table!

"Yes, Mena. Twelve tables, if you can't handle it i'll ask somebody else.." He said.
"No, it is okay" i lied. "Good, they're here in 2 hours so hurry up!" He said and walked off.

I was so fucked up.

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