HEY MISTER, HEY SISTER [lark]

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey looked at himself in the mirror, staring for a second. He was no narcissist, he didn't always feel the need to stare at his own reflection. Of course not, that would be silly. No, Pacey thought he was an alright-looking dude and everything, though he did look more like a kid than anything else, but ultimately in this situation he was looking at his hair. A brief glance at his face told him that he looked way too dubious about this. Really though, this was a necessary step, he tried to tell himself. He'd been going into the hairdresser to get his roots touched up for a while but, after slacking a bit, they were coming in pretty strong and man, they just looked kind of awful, despite being so short. He could probably go redo the blonde, but thinking back, he'd had this colour for months now! It was time for a change, yep. He left the bathroom and headed back to his dorm, grabbing a hat and jamming it on his head to avoid having to show his roots off to the world. Pacey wasn't overly concerned with his appearance but bleh, hair was one thing that was pretty important to the boy, even though he didn't do much with it -- it was generally too short to do too much with. That said, his collection of hair gel would suggest otherwise, but Pacey just liked to have the options, even if he was steadily running out of closet space and drawer space and everything space. His room was actually kept in relatively decent order despite that -- he wasn't a hoarder or anything, okay?

It was still a sad fact of life that he couldn't, in fact, drive yet, so he wound up taking the bus, sending a quick text to Lark to inform her that he was on his way and then settling down on the bus. Public transportation was something that he'd had to get used to in the past couple of years at the Hollow, considering that... well, his parents had money, but they weren't very well going to pay for him to have a chauffeur or anything, and honestly Pacey would have felt really shitty being That Guy With the Driver. All in all though, it wasn't so bad, though he was still very much looking forward to have a license and a car of his own. He hopped off the bus when he saw the right stop (though he nearly missed it -- damn, he still wasn't very good at this) and fixed the hat on his head a little before heading down a side street where he would be meeting Lark. She was already waiting, and he grinned as he waved. They hadn't spoken much besides that one day at Burger King, but dude, the girl was pretty hilarious, and being the friendly type, Pacey was always happy to find people that awesome. Plus, anyone who was willing to come with him on a hair escapade was pretty badass in his book. "Yo! What up," he greeted once he'd approached. "You ready? Have you ever dyed your hair before, even?" He couldn't remember if she ever had but then again, he hadn't known her for very long.

[LARK MARIE HARPER]

Was this...a wild streak? Perhaps. She had been flipping through pictures on her phone while lying on her bed, ignoring the chatter going on in the common room of the dorms. As she scrolled down, she noticed how plain her hair looked. It was not a big deal really considering it was just hair but at the same time boredom was starting to kick in and a change of pace couldn't hurt.

Hair had never really been a bone of contention for Lark, despite the fact that she actually took decent care of it most of the time. She had always been told by her parents that she had beautiful hair; for a long while she rolled her eyes and ignored them, not really using that complement as a means to encourage a higher form of hair care. Now here she was, staring at pictures of her hair and wondering if she could have a little fun. A few hours later she found herself talking with Pacey on the phone. The kid wanted to mess with his hair too, apparently. At least Lark was not entirely alone in this random desire! For a brief moment there was an urge to call Ashton and see what he thought about messing around with colors or streaks but refrained. It was her hair; hell, if Ashton decided he wanted pink streaks there was not a thing she could say about it. With a sigh she tugged at the light curls gracing her head. It was so...dark. What could you possibly do with such dark hair? The only time she had ever fooled with a hair salon was to get a trim, nothing more. Hair color was taking the salon visit to a whole new level. Without waiting much longer, she got dressed and decided to go ahead and make her way into the Hollow. She still had the car, and was glad for the means of transportation. Lark did wonder if, after Frank was back at home, he would change his mind and take the car back. Not dwelling on it. She instantly shoved it away. The bitterness she felt for the man was still quite overwhelming despite the fact that he was her father.

The car ride was loud, the music a decent source of entertainment before she found a place to park. Lark leaned against the nearby wall where she was supposed to meet Pacey, and soon glanced over to see him approaching. Her expression picked up, a smile on her face as she waved back. "Yo, Pace," She greeted in return, pushing away from the wall and shoving her cell phone in her pocket. "Tch. I'm always ready, brah. You know this." Maybe if hair dying was more common for her this would be a bit simpler but Lark still felt a bit unsure of how the end result would turn out. She shrugged a little bit and glanced down the street before motioning for Pacey to follow. "Nope, these gorgeous brown locks haven't seen anything except a pair of scissors." She fluffed up her hair and tried to act glamorous, flipping it back before approaching the hair salon. Once she stepped in, there would be no going back. She was going to do this. "I don't know what color streaks I want though. What do you think? And don't say pink or I'll hurt you." Her expression was serious as she pointed a firm finger at his face. Lark was kidding of course. Hopefully Pacey knew that.

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Though he'd taken various people along with him on these hair escapades before -- normally Noah or one of his cousins back in Toronto -- he had yet to see Lark do anything wild and crazy with her hair, and this was why he was excited today in particular as he approached her where she was standing waiting outside. His haircuts were pretty frequent, it being that he liked to keep it relatively the same length, but he'd been too lazy as of late to really fix up the colour, and at this point it was definitely time for a change. It'd been like, months. Pacey was easily bored when it came to his own hairstyle. "Damn straight you are. Always ready for anything," he agreed, nodding once and then grinning. This would definitely be exciting, though, he couldn't deny that. He still remembered the look on his parents' faces the first time he'd dyed his own hair, and actually he was pretty sure it'd been this exact same shade of blonde -- it'd been halfway through his summer break in ninth grade and he'd come home from the hair salon with his cousin Jamie and given them a shock. Luckily his parents were cool enough to roll with it. "But is the rest of the world ready for it, is the question. 'Cause you're gonna be like. Fierce." He wasn't naturally effeminate enough to make this really work but he still put up a hand in a claw, making his face as serious as possible despite the sheer ridiculousness.

He followed along with her to the door of the hair salon, bracing himself internally as well. Despite all those various hair colours he'd had in the past, it was still always such a bizarre change. He enjoyed it, though. It kept people on their toes and all, and again... he got easily bored. Pacey listened to her threat with mild amusement, then pretended to think about it before saying, his tone and expression almost deadly serious except for the smile he was trying to suppress, "Pink." Was he going to let it stop there? Oh, no. "The brightest, hottest, most vivid shade of pink they have. Yep." He gave her a trollish kind of challenging look before just bursting out laughing, and it took him a moment to compose himself as he pulled the door open and leaned on it to keep it open and let her enter first. Pacey was a gentleman or... something. If not, at least he was a kid with common courtesy, right? "Oh, you know what would be good, though?" he asked, this time his tone lighter and (ironically) showing that he was in fact serious now. "Red. Red streaks on brown always looks good," he said, nodding a little and feeling like a hair guru as he gave such sagely advice. He flashed her a winning grin before approaching the counter.

"Hey girl hey!" Pacey greeted the girl standing there, smiling. Man, was it weird if he knew most if not all the employees here? Uh... okay, yes it was a little weird, but he just cared about his hair! Was that so wrong? "We have appointments for... right now, I think. Pacey and Lark," he said, indicating first himself then his friend as he said their names. The girl -- Suzy was her name! -- didn't even really check it before she smiled and nodded. "Right this way, Pace! And you too, Lark!" Pacey followed. "Alright, sweet. Let's do this," he said to Lark, a lazy but amused smile on his face still.

[LARK MARIE HARPER]

"Always," Lark replied with a small nod, glad that Pacey agreed with her even if they were just being ridiculous. Now if she had done hair color before there might have been a little less tension but this was entirely new. It was not like she had been forbidden from doing this before, more that it never crossed her mind all that often. Tattoos and piercings sure, because she really enjoyed them but hair dye? She tapped her chin at his inquiry and looked thoughtful, trying to decide if the world could handle their awesomeness after this was said and done. "The world won't even know what hit it," Lark bragged, trying to refrain from laughing when Pacey unsheathed his 'claws'; she really did enjoy having him around. She did not have a lot of close friends but those that were needed to be people like Pacey. Fun, funny, and easy to get along with. "We're gonna come out of that hair salon and the world will start to spin in the opposite direction. That's how bad ass we will be." That would be scary as shit though.

She was pretty impressed with the fact that Pacey was trying so hard to retain a serious expression, watching him with an equally flat expression in return. Her lip twitched a little when he attempted to suggest pink; it was all in fun but she did not make note of this. "I warned you Pace. Now you're gonna feel my fists of fiery fury and there's no way to escape." There was a dark glint of humor in her eyes, the only hint that she was not dead set on beating her friend's face in for mentioning the aforementioned color. But seriously, pink. Not happening ever. The girl raised her eyebrows at his question, waiting to hear his suggestion. Pacey seemed to know quite a bit about hair so his opinion on this was rather important. "That...actually sounds like a good idea. Maybe a darker red? What uh..what do they normally do to your hair for this shit anyway?" She was clueless, and it reflected in her partial frown.

Aww, well, wasn't Pacey the gentleman? Lark passed him a grateful smile before walking all the way inside, glancing around before settling her gaze on the girl behind the counter. Pacey seemed to know her, which was a good thing. That meant that he had been here before. I just hope they don't mess up my hair and it turns yellow or some shit. Because that would be awful. She nodded at the girl when her friend mentioned her name, lifting her hand a little in some sort of partial wave. Hands shoved in her pockets, Lark willingly followed the woman and Pacey. "Yeah, let's make ourselves look fabulous. We're gonna knock 'em dead." She said with a chuckle, sitting down in the chair. "What are you doing with your hair anyway, Pace? You never said. Oh oh!" She looked over at him, excited. "Are you going to do like, lime green? Or maybe bright orange. Or purple." Then he would definitely stand out, and Lark would feel like her red streaks were so incredibly mundane and...normal. Eh. Either way she told the lady what she wanted done to her hair and let them take the lead on this one.

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

He somehow felt that she might not have been all that ready after all, but maybe this was just because she had said that she'd never done this before and Pacey could definitely remember the first time he had gone to get his hair dyed. Ah, those were the days. It really wasn't so long ago but, considering how frequently he either changed things up or just went to touch them up (his hair grew too quickly for his own liking and then his roots would look terrible), it sure did feel like many things had changed since then. Well, not that many things had, but things had gotten shaken up in his hair-universe a couple times, that was for sure. "Not even a clue. There might be mass panic as everyone scrambles to copy us," he said, amused at this idea. Would people really emulate Pacey? That was unlikely, but they would see -- at the very least, if people wanted to do so, the brown that he now wanted was much easier on the eyes than that ridiculous blonde, even though he did love the blonde. Maybe one day he'd come back to it. "Yo, right? Better grab a barf bag or something 'cause if the Earth starts spinning the other way that shit is gonna be out of control." He laughed. It really would be frightening.

He was a pretty gullible person, and Lark was exceptionally good at keeping a straight face, but Pacey figured that if she really wanted to beat on him for saying that then she would have done it already. As such, he didn't see any need to be worried, and his face was serious as he replied, face straight but voice amused, "But it's totally your colour." He refrained from adding an effeminate "girlfriend" at the end. People already doubted his masculinity quite enough. It was a good thing, however, that he really wasn't actually suggesting pink. He encouraged trying whatever new things were possible, of course, so he would never try to suggest to her that she shouldn't get pink, but Lark seemed so vehemently opposed to the colour that it was probably best not to do it not-as-a-joke. Red seemed much safer -- and the girl was a Fire and that would just be lovely! He liked the idea. "Uh... considering you have pretty dark hair it's probably gonna need bleach, but it won't be too bad." It had been pretty terrible the first time but after a couple he'd gotten used to it -- Pace's hair was definitely really dark naturally. Then again, he had a couple of friends who'd never seen his natural hair in real life! That was a fun thought.

Pacey did a mock hair flip when she said the word "fabulous" -- oh yeah, nobody was more fabulous than the pair of them together. Between their hair and badass senses of humour, he was pretty sure they were just the very most awesome people on the entire planet. "Boom," he said with a certain finality. Knock everyone dead they would. Pacey was ready for a change, yes he was. He seated himself as well, wiggling a little to make himself comfortable where he sat, glad that they had booked this at a time when not many people seemed to be here. It always sucked having to wait despite actually already having an appointment, though he tried to take things like that without making a fuss. "Well I'm --" He stopped and looked at her quizically, grinning a little when he saw how excited she looked. "Oh my god lime green would be awesome. Or orange!" Now that he thought about it, orange would be something that he'd love to do in future, and he stashed this away in his mind for some time in the future. Unfortunately, however, he was already set on what he was going to do today, so this wasn't helpful just yet. "Nah, a lot more normal actually. You'd never guess!" Their hairdressers had shown up at that point and so he addressed his own -- a happy-looking woman with blonde hair to match Pacey's own (but hers might have been natural, heh) -- as well as Lark as he continued, "I think I just want brown. Like a pretty light brown, like -- yeah, that's perfect," he said as the hairdresser held up a couple of different shades for him. "But I like this orange thing, I should do that sometime..."

[LARK MARIE HARPER]

If there was one thing Lark liked to do, it was strive to be different from other people. She did not go dancing on table tops or dress up in a chicken costume for school but 'fitting in' was never a major concern for her. If you liked her great, if not then go find somewhere else to be. Her confidence was good in that aspect. Lark nodded seriously as she looked at her friend, not even a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "That's because we're the shit," She explained, hands in her pockets. "I mean, every time we even walk a different way everyone has to try and be like us. Pace, we are the new black." She nudged him and twitched her eyebrows upward a little. Imagine being in-style like clothes. One season it would be all about Pacey, and the next it would be all about Lark. They were just too awesome for words. At least she thought so. "No no no, we would probably make the world stop moving. They would all stop and be like 'look at those sexy mother fuckers!' And we would flip our hair in slow motion." With that, she flipped her hair off to the side and tried to look glamorous. Tried.

A growl formed in her throat, Lark's fake anger certainly looking and sounding as real as ever. Her eyes were narrowed. "Say that again, Baek. I dare ya." There was a daring gleam in her eyes, fist raised up and shaking a little in his direction before being put down again. Would she actually hit the guy? No. Especially considering she wasn't even mad. Not to mention he was a friend and she could only hope that her rage would never get that out of control. If it did then Lark hoped that Pacey would forgive her.

"...bleach? You've gotta be shitting me." Lark sighed in exasperation, tossing her head back to add a little dramatic flair. She did not know anything about hair but she had a feeling that her nose hairs would be destroyed after smelling anything resembling bleach. "They won't bleach my whole head though right? Just the parts for the streaks? I honestly don't know if I could survive being a blonde." Then as an afterthought. "No offense to you of course." Pacey was not a natural blonde but it was definitely blonde right now. She picked at his hair and observed it for a moment before ruffling his hair and smiling at him. A random display of affection at its best. Then she had to hold back from a fit of laughter when Pacey flipped his hair; they really were ridiculous beyond comprehension but it was awesome and Lark would not have it any other way. She loved her friends. As he said 'boom', the girl made a side stance and made a gun with her fingers, drawing it back after 'shooting' it and blew the invisible smoke off of her index finger. At least the hair salon was decently deserted and they could just sit there and enjoy talking back and forth while they messed with their hair.

Despite the fact that she wanted to make a statement with her hair--more or less take that 'boom' effect and color it into her follicles--she knew that it would be a bad idea. Work would probably look down on any extreme hair colors and make her change it anyway. Her hair color suggestions seemed to excite Pacey too; amazing how people fed off of one another. "You could be like one of those uh...creamsicle things. Those orange ice cream bars." What were they called again? She rattled her brain for a moment to try and remember but nothing rang a bell. Lark stared at him for a moment, then shook her head in mock shame. "Normal is boring as fuck. You need to live it up a little. Go rainbow or something." That would be insane and she would probably pay someone to do it. She watched as he picked out his hair color and then turned her attention to the swatches that her hair dresser held out before her. "I think...I'm going to go with that dark red." She pointed to the one she wanted. "It'll match my hair the best." And it looked natural, which helped too. Once that was done she rolled her head over to look at her friend, half nodding. Her cheek squished against the seat. "You definitely should. We gotta knock the world dead, remember?" Boom.

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Were they the shit? Damn straight they were. Pacey would argue that yes, actually, it was true. While there really wasn't anyone out to copy either of them, at least not that he knew of, there were probably a good deal of people who were totally mad jealous. Well okay, that probably wasn't true either, but if nothing else at least they were totally confident and badass and they knew it. "You can count on that, yo," he said, nodding. "Always trying to match the way we walk and talk and how we do." He didn't have the total swag to make the sentence work, but at least he had that proud Toronto city boy accent, though it wasn't like different Canadian accents were always easy to tell apart. "Oh yeah, world can't handle it, definitely. Work that, girl," he said, grinning. Hey, Lark might not have been the most feminine girl in the whole wide world, but Pacey thought she was very glamorous. She was badass, yo.

Pacey might have been a little gullible, but there was no way he was going to take Lark at her word in this case. He just had difficulty taking things entirely seriously -- if she came to him crying or something, he would have probably melted like a huge sap and believed any sob story she told. Fortunately for the both of them, Lark didn't seem the type to do that, and her anger was easily seen through if only because she had never yet done anything to him and he trusted her that much. "Yeah, Harper? What are you gonna do about it?" he asked, flinching a little as she raised the fist, but it seemed she wouldn't really do anything and that was just fine by him. "I said pink is totally your colour!" he repeated, raising his voice a little this time, though there weren't many people around to hear.

He shook his head a little bit. "Wish I was. I think you're probably too dark to do anything else," he said, looking over her hair for a second. Yeah, that was definitely quite dark -- not quite as dark as his natural hair was, but it was very dark, yes. She seemed worried, however, and he just shook his head a little bit at her. "Hey, hey, no need to worry! They're not going to do anything they don't have to, to make you look fabulous." Her comment about being blonde made him laugh, though, and he looked to his reflection in a nearby window, running a hand through his hair as he did so. "Gonna miss being a blondie, though. You sure you don't want to try it?" he teased, laughing. Hey, it was possible that she'd look awesome -- he hadn't thought that he'd make a very attractive blond either, but there he was now, having had it for a few months already. He was ready for a change, though! It was time to break out of the new chains -- or something like that!

Pacey gave her an oddly serious look as she tried to figure out the Creamsicle problem. "But," he started with a frown, sounding as if he were about to make a serious argument but then ruining it by continuing, "if you bite my head off ice cream doesn't come out." He would love if he could bleed ice cream without pain -- mmmm, that would be pretty great. Then again, painful or not, he didn't think it would be very fun cutting himself open just for ice cream. He could get ice cream whenever he liked anyway! "But everyone's expecting something crazy like orange or green," he tried to rationalize, shaking his head. "Gotta keep it fresh. And keeping it fresh means bland and boring and normal this time." He wasn't sure this train of thought made any sense, but hey, Lark hadn't expected brown, and neither would other people he was sure. He liked that element of surprise, especially liked the way parents and other adults glared at his obnoxious hair before realizing that he wasn't such a bad kid! Most of them realized it, at least.

"You got this! Man, I can't even wait to see the red. Knocking 'em dead." He gave a nod before turning to his hairdresser, who -- like Lark's -- was asking for further details -- length and so on. This done, he settled back in his chair for the magic to begin. (Hey, it was always magical no matter how many times he did this.) "Neeervous?" he asked, peeking over at her as best he could while keeping his head straight.

[LARK MARIE HARPER]

She loved how ridiculous she could be with Pacey. Not that her other friends were humorless bags of seriousness that could not crack a smile or pass off a hilarious joke, but sometimes Lark responded to people in different ways if she knew them well enough. With Ashton and Pacey her level of silliness usually went up, almost like their personalities were contagious. Imagine being allergic to people. The thought greatly amused her. Pacey told her to 'work it' and in response popped out her right hip and made a fish face. "I think this is how the models do it," She said, fighting back a laugh. "Fish face poses are the shit." Everyone put them up on their Facebook and their phones all the time. She had to try and follow one of the trends she found hilarious, even if it was just to be stupid.

It was a good thing that Pacey did not take her seriously all of the time; she was an intimidating person by nature simply because she did not always smile or make herself approachable around people she is not familiar with, but it seemed her friend could decently tell when she meant what she said or when she was simply blowing hot air. "Is that a dare? You think I won't do something to you, just because you're my friend? Your level of trust is astounding." Lark eyed him, searching his face to watch his response. He flinched from her fist, even though it did not stay in mid-air for very long. His next comment, however, caused her to bring it back up and whack him in the arm. "Next time I won't go easy on you." She glared, then withdrew her head and gave him a small smirk. Beating up on her friends was just oh so fun. At least he didn't seem the type to crumple up and cry over an arm bump. She then added, "And I'm not going to give you any Barney band-aids either, even if purple is your color." That would be a sight to see, and a rather interesting story to tell his friends.

She made a bit of a groan and tossed her head back a little. "That's so incredibly excited. I can't wait for them to strip my hair of its natural color completely." Coloring hair was one thing, but to completely remove it? That was insane. Yet, at the same time, she was really interested in changing up her hair style so Lark decided to bite the bullet and let them do what was needed. Then she sighed, a sort of wistful, dramatic puff of air before glancing at Pacey. "Beauty always has to be so painful," She pointed out, shrugging. "I mean, why does looking fabulous have to require so much work?" It reminded her of the models that did liposuction, botox, and spent hours deciding which kind of salad they wanted to eat. With or without dressing. Meh, so she had a thing against a lot of the stereotypical models. Lark diverted her attention back to Pacey when he glanced in the window and caught sight of his own reflection. She put her hands up. "Nah, I think I'm good! I don't think I could pull it off." With her skin tone, she was not entirely sure how well that would go over. It was not really something her boyfriend had a huge say in, but for some reason she was not willing to go and alter her hair color completely without asking him what he thought. His opinion was important to her.

Why the hell did they have to talk about food? Now Lark was dwelling on the deliciousness that was Timmie's and wondered briefly if they could stop by there after their hair appointments to stuff their faces. Like, a celebration for changing up their hairstyles or something. "We can always try it," She said seriously. How strange would that be, to just walk up to your friend and take a bite out of the side of their head in hopes that your favorite ice cream would appear? Even Lark would not take a joke that far. She wanted to keep Pacey for a friend, not scare him out of his mind while she tried to attempt cannibalism. "Ugh, fine. Be boring and normal. I would've loved to see orange or green though. I could never lose you in a crowd. That's always important." It would be beneficial in playing group marco-polo in a large crowd of people. You could never miss someone with bright colored hair. She envied Pacey though; the fact that he was willing to actually go beyond 'normal' was admirable. Lark liked to be different but had yet to figure out how far she would go for that. She did offer him a humored laugh, hiding the small twinge of nervousness she felt. It's just hair, get over yourself. She inwardly scolded. It was just hair. This was for fun! "You think so? I wonder what everyone else will say when they see the red streaks..." The color itself wasn't shocking, more the fact that she actually went and changed some of her hair after eighteen years.

The hair dresser asked her questions about what she was looking for--outside of the color--and Lark kept things simple. A small trim like usual, and then the streaks. She liked her hair in regards to style so dismissed the girl when she tried to offer a change-up. She glanced at Pacey as best she could, the woman already pulling at her hair to try and figure out where the streaks would go. "Me, nervous? Tch, I'm never nervous Pace. I'm unshakable." She rolled her shoulders a bit before smiling at him. "I'm just ready to shock the world with my new do."

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey could never be a model -- it seemed to require so much effort, and he wasn't beyond that kind of effort, but when it was just for modelling? Eh, Pacey really couldn't be bothered. He was also sure that nobody would hire him to model anything ever -- male models usually didn't have complete baby faces... nor were they like, five foot seven. It was a profession he was doomed to fail in from the day of his birth, really. That was a shame. Luckily, modelling wasn't an aspiration of his, so he would stick to his self-taken shots on Facebook. At least he didn't often take those cheesy abs shots in the bathroom mirror like some other guys. "Hey," he said, looking offended for a hot second, "my duck face is super hot." He puckered his lips together in said face to prove his point, then burst out laughing. No... those faces were horrible and he could never take them seriously, though he did do dumb things like that sometimes when he was dicking around with friends just because it was funny and he could. Pfft, whatever.

Trust was an important aspect to most relationships of any kind, and he valued Lark as a friend enough that he did in fact trust her. It just wouldn't do if he were some kind of paranoid freak who thought she was actually being serious -- though he had brief instances of it, it wasn't like the girl actually scared him. Okay well, she did a little bit, but only in that really badass way that he respected, since he figured she could proably kick his ass if she wanted to. Pacey was never a fighter. He gave her a fierce look once she challenged him, though. "That's how friendships are supposed to work! I thought I was at trust level number five now! Or something." He couldn't remember the details of their last conversation at Burger King but he'd argue that he was right anyway. He made a face of actual despair when she punched him in the arm, but luckily Pace wasn't quite such a weakling and so it was an act. "Oh you did not just go there. I hope you're willing to iron this later, look what you did," he said, gesturing to the imaginary wrinkle that had formed there. Truth be told it was a hoodie, so... he'd never imagine ironing it. Her next comment made him pause a little bit before asking in a kind of childish voice, "What about Disney princess band-aids?"

Bleach wasn't so bad, but Pacey understood that it could be weird or a little frightening the first time, to be quite honest -- what if something went wrong? There were plenty of "what if"s, though, and he didn't know exactly how to diffuse it. Luckily, Lark seemed to be the type to take things in stride, and he just smiled at her. "It'll be fine! And even if you don't like it, I mean, hair grows back. So it'd be back to brown again before you know it." He knew this well enough from how well-defined his dark roots were now against the platinum blonde of his hair -- yuck. "Well, looking fabulous is a lot of work," he agreed with an equally wistful sigh, exaggerating and dragging it out, "but being fabulous comes naturally." Wow, he wasn't even that effeminate of a guy naturally but apparently going to get his hair done did this to him. It was also the fact that he was unable to take things seriously, ever. That was a huge deciding factor to the whole thing. "So lame," he said, sticking his tongue out at her, but he could understand. Pacey was the type to try anything once, though, especially when it came to his hair. He liked the shock factor.

This would have been a problem if their conversation were at all serious, but neither of them were cannibals as, in the wise words of Willy Wonka, cannibalism was frowned upon in most societies. They happened to live in one of said societies. "Well as long as it's vanilla ice cream. Because orange and anything else would taste really weird," he said, imagining orange and chocolate and not liking it. The boy would eat anything, though, was open for trying anything in hair and food, so there was always the possibility that he'd really like it if he tried it at some point in the future. (He couldn't even think of a single food he didn't like, to be perfectly honest.) "Excuse me, I'm never boring," he said, pretending to take offense. "My badass personality is just gonna have to make up for the bland hair, okay?" He would totally be able to do that, no problem. "And as if you could lose this face in a crowd." He shot her a sunny smile. Pacey was entirely too cute to lose, hush. Actually it was probably the opposite because the baby face made him a really easy target for kidnappers or something, but luckily he wasn't quite as harmless as he looked on the surface. He was still pretty much harmless, though.

The whole fun of it was to shock the world, or at least Pacey believed so, which could be evident by the fact that he was currently super hella bright blonde. Brown was admittedly much more tame, but that was probably sure to confuse people too. "They'll think, 'Damn, look at Lark looking supah fly,'" he said, straight-faced before grinning at her, scootching a little further back in his chair to let the hairdresser start working her magic. "But for real, I mean, you'll be just fine. People will love it! And if not then... I dunno, f-- forget them." Though he didn't think the hairdressers would have much trouble with his cursing, Pacey did generally try to refrain from things like "fuck them" in public. He was a good kid! He didn't want people to start shooting him dirty looks. Now the hairdressers were done with questions and the like, though, and he just let the woman take charge of his head for the next while. Oh jeez, it was still just a little nerve-wracking every time, but they were definitely the good, excited kind of nerves. "Unshakeable, eh?" He smirked even though truthfully he knew that she probably was and she'd be just fine. "We'll see! We should go show off the new hair somewhere after, though. Or soon. Whenever."

[LARK MARIE HARPER]

It was difficult not to laugh, Lark's lips pressed together to hold back from bursting into a fit of giggles. Really, Pacey was so incredibly ridiculous but his company left her in good spirits. That was one of the most important aspect of her friendships with others, aside from their loyalty of course. "So incredibly hot, Pace," She managed without breaking into a full blown grin. "I can't even handle it. How do you keep the girls off of you?" For some reason Lark imagined Pacey wielding a huge stick and beating off swarms of girls as they tried to get at him and his duck face. It was the duck face, for sure. That had to be what caused the girls to swoon and sway over him. Lark just thought he was adorable in general. His personality was warm and comfortable.

Her lips made an 'o' shape as she nodded and shook a finger in his direction. "Right right! Trust level five. I think we exchanged a few numbers for onion rings." She looked wistful and distant as she added, "Best damn onion rings on the planet." Getting food was not going to be out of the question after this, of that she was sure. What was it with everyone she knew being as into food as she was, if not more so? Hanging out with anyone almost always ended in finding junk food to eat or going out for dinner. There was no way avoiding it. Food thought pattern aside, Lark did trust Pacey. No one was at the level Josh was at, or Ashton, but he was on the "trust" list. "Pfft. I can't iron. You're shit out of luck there. I mean I could try. Just...set you on the ironing board and put the iron on your arm right?" There was a twinkle of mischief in her eyes; no, she did not know how to iron but it was common sense that you did not iron clothing with someone in them. Could someone say third degree burns? Ouch. Lark patted her friend on the shoulder. "Okay, okay fine. You can have a Disney princess band-aid instead." She did not know them all that well so the names were lost to her. The daycare work helped some but most of the shows she watched were for very young children. Like Teletubbies.

Consoling words, if there ever were any. She smiled at her friend gratefully and allowed her nerves to settle. "Yeah, true." It would grow back out and everything would go back to normal eventually. That was all that mattered. Of course, she would prefer someone to mess up hair bleaching than an actual hair cut. That was always a bit more embarrassing than the former and too a lot longer to fix. She nodded and listened as he sighed and played up the drama of the moment before chuckling. "It is a natural talent, I think. You're either born to be awesome or you aren't. Simple as that." They said the same for raw artistic talent and physical capabilities. Some people were just born with it. Lark liked to think her inclination and talent lay in music. With Pacey...she was not sure yet. At least he knew his hair, right? "Takes lame to know lame, brah," Lark retorted, matching his childish antics by sticking her tongue out in return.

"Whaaat?" Her mouth went slack as she stared at her friend. "You mean you've never had chocolate and orange before? You're crazy. You need to try it." It was actually quite the treat when she was little to get chocolate with orange flavoring, or with an orange filling. She wanted Pacey to experience it at least once if possible and could only hope he would try it for her sake. "Your bad ass personality doesn't excuse normal hair! You of all people should know that." Her arms flailed about a little as she spoke, looking exasperated with the guy. Her gaze drifted over towards his face and she watched him for a long moment before poking him in the cheek and scoffing, "But what if everyone's back is turned? You gonna walk backwards so I can find you?" Lark liked walking backwards, actually, so there was not going to be any judgement on her part. If Pacey wanted to walk backwards and quack like a duck, then he could. People did what they wanted. And she appreciated that he was not going to judge her for not doing some crazy hair color just yet. Maybe in the future when hair coloring did not seem so foreign an attempt could be made, and he could tag along. Lark popped her (non-existent) collar at his comment and flashed him a cocky grin. Supah fly was right.

She hoped that Pacey was right; her new hair-do was not going to be anything overly shocking but it would be different enough for some people to notice. All that mattered was that the people she cared about liked it. Anyone else would just be a bonus. "F-forget them?" Lark teased lightly, smirking. She had a feeling he was going to say something else but held back. They were going to be with these hairdressers for a while so might as well keep the language down to a minimum, she supposed. Then again she was pretty sure that people came in here with mouths ten times worse than their own. At least the ladies seemed nice enough and Lark did not feel edgy around them. She gave a small nod even though it was difficult with her hair being pulled in different directions. "That sounds like an excellent idea. I'm starving actually so maybe we should stop and get food after? I'll eat anything at this point." Her eyes lit up in anticipation and soon she relaxed into the chair and let the woman work. Throughout the entire process Lark poked fun at Pacey and made random comments here and there, laughing about nonsense before finally she found herself looking in the mirror at her new hair. The red was a really nice touch, she thought, and smiled at Pacey to look for confirmation. "So, whadya think? Not bad, eh?" She picked at her hair a little bit and tossed it around.

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey just laughed a little, doing the duck face once more before letting it drop -- even he felt ridiculously weird doing that, not really because it was embarrassing or anything (not as a joke, at least -- he felt secondhand embarrassment for people who did it seriously in pictures) but because man, that was such a weird position for his lips to be in. Pfft. He, and everyone else ever, could do better than that. "I know, man, I'm just super sexy," he said, waggling his eyebrows, but oh gosh, he didn't even mean anything by it. He trusted that she'd understand this, though, so he didn't bother clarifying. Lark was, luckily, a pretty chilled out girl, Fire temper and all that jazz aside. "With great difficulty," he said, sighing, "seriously, you have no idea how hard it is. Especially when I forget to turn my swag off for the night." He laughed. "Wake up and girls all over the place." In reality his lobe life left much to be desired, but Pace took it one day at a time -- his affections were too flighty for anything just at the present moment anyway.

It was nice being on trust level five, even though he was pretty sure that these numbers were just made up, and he couldn't be sure that five was the correct level at all. Ah, that was close enough. He was sure it was somewhere around there, anyway. "That's right. I'll give you any onion rings you want next time you're willing to hand out a few free numbers," he told her in a hushed tone as if this were a secret -- a trust level five type of secret, even. "I don't know, maybe -- Harvey's has pretty decent onion rings too," he said. Plus, Harvey's was Canadian, and as a Canadian kid -- a Toronto kid, really, which just meant he was another arrogant city boy, same old -- he would pretty much defend the Great North's things to the end, even when it was just fast food chains. "Lark... I don't know how to tell you this, but if you ever get your hands on an iron, don't come anywhere near me," he said, making a mortified face, though he was sure that she did know not to do that. Heck, even Pacey knew how to do that, and what did he know about ironing or household things in general? Nothing at all. He knew how to do laundry, at least. That had been a terrifying first couple of experiences, though. "Yay! Can it be Princess Jasmine?" he asked, grinning. Princess Jasmine was beautiful, alright, and Aladdin was great. He also thought Mulan was a total HBIC, but the other princesses were also lovely.

Was awesomeness a talent? Maybe it was just a state of being, but he wasn't so sure. It seemed to be a very abstract and confusing concept, after all, so he couldn't be sure about any of this. What he did know was that he was one fly guy, and awesomeness totally came along with that. It was like a package deal or something... Okay, so no, Pacey wasn't half as egotistical as he would have come off if people heard these joking thoughts, but eh, he liked to have fun, and he was. "That means I must have been born really friggin' awesome," he said, brightening at the thought, then laughing. Lark was easy to get along with, though he was sure she'd be frightening if he ever got on her bad side. "Hey, if we're lame then I don't even want to be cool. Look at us, yo," he said, gesturing at the two of them in the mirrors directly in front of them. Yeah, that was just the picture of lameness... and somehow, pure win. Pacey was okay with this deal.

Though he had tried many food combinations before, he couldn't say that he'd tried chocolate and orange before -- which was strange because it was actually pretty popular! "No, not that I can --" He stopped then, suddenly recalling a vague memory. "Wait, I think I've had these dark chocolate mango things before... And pomegranate..." He could just almost taste it now. Those things had been really good -- and heftily priced too, not that Pacey had really noticed or cared about that when he ws eating them. "No orange though," he said, frowning a bit. "Bet it tastes good, actually, now that I think about it! But maybe not chocolate ice cream... Ew." That was his final and official stance on the matter, after too much deliberation than could be normal, but hey, he thought food was important. To be fair, if someone stuck some orange slices in chocolate ice cream and told him it was good, he'd probably still try it. The kid was like that. "Well maybe I will walk backwards. And that way everyone can see this beautiful face," he said, pretending to act all suave and the like, but he was very bad at it... which he supposed wasn't that bad. He never tried to be suave.

He was sure that everyone in the room, hairdressers included, had known exactly what he'd been about to say, but it was usually best not to run his mouth stupidly in public. His mother would have been appalled and everything. "Hey, don't make fun of my stutter," he said, making an almost offended face at her. Stutters weren't really that funny though -- Pacey didn't laugh at people for their speech impediments, thanks. "Yeah, I'm down! Fooood," he said, his eyes temporarily glazing over a little bit like he was a zombie -- only the kind of zombie that craved burgers or something all the time, and definitely not the flesh-eating kind. He always said that he'd eat anything, but that wasn't that true. He wouldn't eat anything. "Anything in mind? We should get chicken, bro." Chicken was delicious, that was why. Plus they could totally get a tub full of fried chicken and it'd be awesome. Really though, he was just the type to eat everything in sight so they could go out for anything, whether it was more fast food or something fancier. Money was, of course, never an object.

By the time everything was done with their hair he was absolutely starving -- Lark's hair taking considerably longer than his just because it was longer and there was more to work with and what-not, but Pacey didn't mind waiting and lounging in the chair. Still, he wasn't such a self-centered guy that he wasn't going to take the time to check out her hair. Plus, after all, he always got excited about hair and what-not, and the highlights looked good. "Damn girl, you foxy," he said, making claws again at her with his hand and then grinning. He was just playing around, of course, but she really did look good. "Not bad at all! You'll be turning all the heads." He took a moment to give her a nod of utmost approval before he hopped up off the chair. "So uh, how much would that come to?" he asked Suzy, now back at the counter again -- they were ready to leave now, he was pretty sure. "For both of us, I mean." Pacey glanced at Lark to make sure that she was okay with this -- used to people not always liking when he offered to pay, sometimes, even though really, he liked to do it. It was like... a way to show that he liked them or something.

[LARK MARIE HARPER]

Although Pace was--in her opinion--a rather handsome guy she still could not see him or anyone else being swarmed with females day in and day out. Even the sexiest man alive probably did not have to swim through the bodies of women just to get from point A to point B. Even so, she put on a tough face and pushed a fist inside of her open palm a couple of times. "Want me to beat them off for ya?" Lark asked, looking viciously protective for no reason. It was all for show of course; if she were serious then even Pacey could potentially tell. "I've got a nasty bite, y'know. I mean you might not have a girlfriend for the rest of your life but it would solve your problems now." How awful would it be for Pacey to hire her to chase girls away? That could have long-term consequences and the poor boy would wind up living a rather lonely life if her attempts actually worked.

She wondered silently if Pacey understood how difficult it was for her to trust people, how long it normally took for friendships to blossom and take hold and root itself deep into the ground. He was a very friendly person and reminded her strongly of Ashton, which she supposed made befriending the Earth simple. "I might have to up the exchange next time, though," Lark warned, eyeing him with a calm gaze. "The more numbers I give you, the better the food has to be. Next time we'll go for funnel cake or doughnuts." Sweets had to wind up on the menu at some point and frankly that would be more appealing than onion rings on any given day. She was not a sugar-holic like her best friend but they ranked high on the 'foods I gorge myself with' list. Her expression mutated into one of curiosity and confusion as she asked, "Harvey's?" That name sounded faintly familiar. Maybe it was a place she visited when younger. She looked dejected when he said not to come anywhere near him with an iron, sighing heavily. "I'll never learn if people don't let me try! You should be my guinea pig." She suggested fervently with a nod, her lips refraining the twitch of a smile that tried to form. It would be awful if she actually attempted to iron his shirt while it was still clinging to his skin. Their friendship would probably end in five seconds flat. "Princess Jasmine it is," And the story behind the band-aid would certainly be interesting, to say the least.

Being born awesome would certainly be a feat, considering Lark was not quite sure if it were even possible. Did you have to be born into greatness or did you have to mold yourself into it? That was a deeper, more philosophical approach to this conversation and she avoided that for the time being. She was enjoying going back and forth. Her head bobbled up and down in a sort of half-nod and offered a smile, agreeing with her friend. She thought he was pretty damn awesome and that was all that mattered to her. "True that. I mean, lame is the new awesome." Or something like that. They would make a statement and be amazing in their own right. Lark liked to be different and did not mind standing out on most occasions so if she and Pacey were in their own circle then that was fine. She listened as he rambled off the chocolate-fruit combinations he had tried and placed a finger under her bottom lip in thought. "Hmm. I don't think I've tried the pomegranate but mango is pretty good." Mango was a fruit she could enjoy on its own or as a flavor in a drink, so mixed with chocolate was just as good. Her nose wriggled in distaste when he mentioned chocolate ice cream. "I'm not a fan of ice cream in general." She stated simply, feeling that it did not need much of an explanation. It was a food that never came across as extremely appetizing. She did not hate it but she did not go out of her way for the frozen treat. "You should. Strut your stuff, Pace. Work it." She emphasized the last sentence with a higher tone for flair.

She lifted her hands in mock defense and made a tch sound, unable to make any other motions considering her hair was being yanked and holding her back. That was inconvenient. If Pacey did have a stutter there was no way in hell she could ever manage to make fun of him. Lark spent a good portion of her childhood being teased for her lisp. That was a devastating blow and she would be damned if she ever stooped so low as to poke fun at others for speech impediments. "Sweet!" She clasped her hands together, excited about being able to get food after this. Her stomach had been rumbling for quite some time and their discussions about food always tended to make matters worse. Why did they have to talk about eating all the time? She made a hum of hungry anticipation in her throat. "Chicken sounds delicious, actually. Let's do it." Fried, grilled, baked, whatever. Poultry was going to be on her menu for lunch. Her mind drifted towards where they would eat and other rambling tendrils of thought that came and went as she talked to Pacey. Her hair did take a considerably longer amount of time than his but it made sense so she was not bothered by having him wait on her.

When it was done at last, Lark shook her hair out and ran a hand through it, observing the highlights with a look of approval. They did a good job. They stood out just enough to make a statement but did not scream 'holy shit what did she do?' so she was content. Pacey's complement made her chuckle. "Thanks. I would call you foxy but I think that's a weird thing to say to a guy." Sounded rather feminine and did not suit him at all. That was like calling him pretty. She flipped her hair. "All of them. They'll turn so fast they'll get whiplash." That would be incredibly painful, she thought, and felt her neck ache at the thought. Maybe being glamorous would be a bit too hard on the people who admired her new do. At the counter, Lark was already fishing for her money when Pacey included her in his payment. What? That was hard to comprehend. Ever one to pay her own way, it was difficult to accept an offer like that. She did understand that declining offers was also incredibly rude and it would upset her if someone did that to her. Swallowing the urge to say 'no, I've got it', she passed him a small smile of approval.

Once out of the hair salon Lark glanced over at Pacey and placed a hand on his shoulder as silent thanks for offering to pay for her hair color. "You're a good guy," She pointed out simply before diverting to a more edible subject. It was still difficult to get over the fact that he paid for her, as grateful as she was. "So...food. Chicken. We need to find a good place for chicken."

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

Pacey thought he was an okay-looking dude and everything, but he wasn't all that special that he had an entourage of girls following him around at all times... unfortunately. He sometimes wished that he could get girls like that, but hey, he was going to have to rely on doing it the good old-fashioned way. He wound up being friends with most of the girls he liked anyway rather than getting anywhere with it, which -- considering how fleeting his affection could be sometimes -- might have just been a good thing. "Oh yeah, for sure. Are your bodyguard services reliable, though?" he asked, giving her shifty eyes back and forth as if they were making some kind of sketchy, secret deal. "Because if so... payment's no problem. I can offer you a weekly payment in chicken wings. Plus dental benefits." That was a good thing for a potential employee to hear, right? Hell if Pacey knew -- he'd never either applied for a job, nor hired anyone, though he knew a little bit of what his father did for the company, which he supposed was something.

He liked his sweets just fine -- mmmm, funnel cake -- but he would actually probably still choose onion rings and burgers or something in most cases, but Pacey was just big on food. Food was the greatest thing ever... ever. "Will you?" he asked very seriously, giving her an even look. "I think that can be arranged. How does Krispy Kreme sound?" Now, though... now he just wanted donuts and that couldn't be good at all. They could go later, he decided, if Lark was down for it -- which he hoped but also expected that she would be, since she'd brought it up. Funnel cakes were slightly more difficult to find, however. "Yeah, Harvey's!" he said, then looked equally confused when she didn't seem to recognize the name. His jaw dropped open. "You've never had Harvey's? Girlfriend -- you are missing out, we need to go there! They have like the best burgers ever." They really did, too -- well, there were obviously better ones out there, but as far as fast food went, Harvey's was the way to go, and this was coming from Pacey, possibly the least picky eater of all time. "Well... okay. Will you feed me?" he asked, smiling broadly, having food on the mind since that seemed to be the recurring topic of conversation. "I mean, y'know. S'the least you can do for a guinea pig." Plus, guinea pigs were adorable. How could she let him starve?

He decided that for Christmas or something like that he'd buy her bags and bags of those things -- because those little dark chocolate fruit thingies, whatever they were called, were awesome. They were a little pricey, but considering how big the bags could be, and the obvious fact that Pacey had quite enough money to burn, this would be well justified. Plus, everyone should know the wonder that was pomegranate and dark chocolate. He stashed this piece of information away to remember for later, closer to Christmastime, when all of a sudden her comment had his brows furrowing. "You don't like ice cream?!" Ice cream was one of the very best things in the world! He didn't understand this at all. "I don't even know who you are anymore!" he said dramatically. Of course he would never revoke friendship over that -- this just meant more ice cream for him, after all, should the two of them ever end up locked in the walk-in freezer of an ice cream store. (It would happen one day.)

There was far too much talking of food today, he decided, and his stomach actually grumbled now that they had decided on definite plans to eat later. Oh, chicken. Chicken was always delicious, regardless of whatever it was. "Yeah! Chicken. And possible donuts? If you're willing to actually bump me up a few numbers later," he said, acting all sly like it was his job. He really was excited just to go and eat, though, so though he didn't much mind sitting still and waiting for a while, he was more than happy once their hair was all done and fixed up and looking fresh, and he got to hop up out of his seat. "Pfft," he said, dismissing her comment easily. "I'm the foxiest and you know it." He had no problem with things that other guys might consider emasculating. He tried to flip his hair as well but, as it turned out, it was even shorter than it had been before and so it was difficult to do very much with it at all. Well, dang. "Poor them," he said with the utmost sympathy. "It's not their fault they've never seen hair so fly before."

The payment wasn't a big deal in the least for Pacey, so he was a little confused when she put a hand on his shoulder, but he quickly put two and two together and just grinned and nodded cheerily at her. "Hey, it's nothing!" Then he smied more relaxedly, back to joking around so as to make light of the situation -- a "thank you" was, of course, not a bad thing, but it did seem more serious than he would have liked it to be. Pacey didn't run around trying to people's heroes or anything of the sort. "I mean... yo, I'm the best guy. Keep feeding the ego!" He laughed, running a hand through his brand new hair before looking around. "Did you drive here? We should find somewhere... We could just do plain old KFC. Or Popeye's..." He could definitely dig Popeye's. "Or we can go less cheap and go get Swiss Chalet or something, or -- oh, there's this really nice place for wings and pizza and just a couple blocks from here if you're down for that." The last one was a tiny little family-owned place, which Pacey always found adorable, but he was up for most anything. Food was food was food.

[LARK MARIE HARPER]

Lark briefly wondered what sort of income one could make from being a bodyguard, or starting a bodyguard business. Every time, the first image that came to mind was a husky guy at least six feet tall and covered in tattoos. A bit of a stereotype but she had to admit that would be pretty intimidating. But for Pacey she would be his personal bodyguard, no giant scary men involved. She could do the job just fine. "Tch, come on. It's me. I'm the best of the best." She jammed a thumb in her direction with a smile. It did sound like some sort of low-life drug deal or money for sex, which would have been incredibly awkward. Lark looked impressed. "I like. Wings and dental care here I come!" Sure she would have no money what-so-ever but at least there was no chance of starvation and her teeth would be in mint condition.

"God, Krispy Kreme," Lark exhaled, letting her head fall back. That sounded amazing and her sweet tooth was rifling through every possible baked good it could remember. Doughnuts, funnel cake, regular cake, pie. They were practically torturing one another with sweets! It was always food with her friends and she was surprised that she remained thin considering. Metabolism was a wonderful thing. Being one that did not really go out of her way to find places to eat, she was not surprised that Harvey's did not ring a bell. Pacey seemed to be, though. She smiled. "We'll have to do that next time we go out," Lark noted, marking Harvey's in her mind. She did love her hamburgers and the thought of trying a new place that apparently had kickass burgers was exciting. She was always willing to try new places! Lark looked contemplative over his question, humming a little before saying, "Okay, fine. But I'll be using some of those wings you're giving me for my bodyguard work." The cycle worked out so beautifully, even she was pleased with how well everything seemed to balance. Wings for guarding him from the lady-horde, she could test her ironing skills, and he would also get fed by the wings he gave her. Perfect!

The reaction was always the same; it was amusing whenever she told someone that her affinity for ice cream did not even exist and Pacey's response made her laugh. "No ice cream for me, brah." It was freezing and the taste was not really that fantastic and she would rather satisfy her sugar cravings with chocolate or licorice. Lark pouted and emitted a small (but tear-less) sob, rubbing her eye. "So mean, Pace. I lose so many friends because I can't seem to love ice cream the way they do. Would you abandon me too?" It was all over dramatic whining, and hopefully Pacey would even know that. She had never been concerned with disliking something that her friends enjoyed. It's what made people different and added diversity. Spiced things up. At least they had chicken and doughnuts in common, right? Mmm. Food. It was a good thing they planned to go out after their hair was done because by this point she could swear her stomach was screaming at her for some of these delicious eats. "Hmm," She pretended to actually think on his offer. Pffft, like she would turn him down. "Sure. Doughnuts and chicken for numbers. Why does this sound like a drug deal?" Her eyes shifted back and forth as though they were doing some sort of secret exchange. She loved that her friends were as quirky and random as she was because life would be so incredibly boring. And donut-less.

And now Lark had that annoying song stuck in her head, and the tune of 'I'm Sexy and I Know It' would probably linger in the back of her mind for the rest of the day. Or any time she looked at her friend. That was bound to get irritating after a while. It wasn't Pacey's fault though, simply her musical train of thought. "Alright, alright, fine. You're the foxiest man alive. Just don't tell Ashton." Not that this conversation was serious, and of course her boyfriend was probably the least jealous person she knew. She liked that about him, she realized, knowing that the friends she had currently would not be thought of negatively for being male. "True. I mean, not everyone can look as sexy as we do. They don't get to see that very often." Lark fiddled with her hair some more and tried to act glam, but she could only laugh about part-way through. There was just no being flippant and glitzy with her.

Pacey might have thought this to be nothing, but for someone who deeply cherished her close friendships with others and never did expect others to do things for her, this was a big deal. It meant a lot, more than she was willing to let on. Josh took good care of her, as did Ashton, but she did not ask for anything. Not really. "Does your ego like chicken?" She asked, pushing away from the 'soft' moment for her own sake and not paying much attention to the fact that Pacey was doing the same. He asked about a car and she nodded; now that she had official transportation Lark attempted to use it whenever possible. Spending most of her high school years walking around helped her embrace that car like it were a teddy bear. A metal teddy bear that smelled like gasoline. "Why so many options," Lark whined, dropping her shoulders and looking exasperated. The last suggestion did sound appealing, her dark eyes lighting up. "Let's do that one. Let's let's let's. Chicken and pizza? Hell yeah." The car was not too far from the hair salon and so the girl gestured towards it with a smile. She did not mind driving; in fact, she enjoyed it. There was a sense of freedom being behind the wheel. She hopped in the car and started it up, waiting until Pacey was ready before pulling out of the parking lot. "You're gonna have to direct me to this place. I have no idea where I'm going."

[PACEY LUCAS BAEK]

If he could have hired anyone to be his bodyguard, then he would have probably picked Lark among at least the top five -- she was one badass chick. Well, if he could pick anyone in the world then she might be beaten out by Chuck Norris and the like, but of the people he knew, Lark was pretty awesome. He doubted that he lived any kind of dangerous enough life to warrant having a bodyguard, however -- he wasn't that important. If anything he was more likely to be mugged than anything else, all that rich boy bling making him an obvioous target -- but he just generally didn't go walking around alone at night anyway, so that was alright. "Do you have any experience in being a bodyguard, though? Because I only hire the best professionals." He did smile in return, though. "Damn straight! Maybe after you've been working for a few ears we can discuss other benefits, too. Glasses and shit." He nodded. If anything, he could afford to pay a real bodyguard in money, but chicken wings were so much better -- Pacey had a feeling that if it were him, he'd just spend all the money on chicken anyway, so it didn't matter.

He liked watching them make the donuts at Krispy Kreme too, the machines and what-not. Sure, those things were probably heart attacks that hadn't yet happened, but Pacey was still young and had the metabolism of the typical teenage boy that he was backing him up in the meantime. "Isn't it the best?" he asked, practically drooling at the thought. "Yeah, we should definitely... uh, go there later." Now he was having a foodgasm and there was no going back to thinking about anything else. Damn it all! Krispy Kreme, why did they have to make such damn good donuts? Now his body needed the sugar. "I guess that's fair," he said, sighing. "Plus I guess you'd probably get sick of just eating wings all the time, too." Pacey would eat anything, but he could probably get sick of things, too.

"Well... I guess that means more ice cream for me!" It was more than easy to see the bright side of this one, so he didn't mind at all, and he just grinned. "I guess nobody needs to get abandoned. Not today, anyway." He said the first part casually and then the last part very seriously, giving her an almost grave look before he laughed. They were full of dramatics when they wanted to be -- there were very few times either of them seemed to take things seriously, at least not with one another, but that was alright. "Dude, I think this is more than fair," he said, nodding with satisfaction. He would have stretched his arms out too, in that typical "another day's work done" fashion, but he had a feeling the hairdresser wouldn't like that very much. It was always good to keep on the hairdressers' good sides.

He smiled widely and did almost a bow of sorts when she called him the foxiest man alive. "Maybe he's born with it," he said then, trying to flip his hair in slow-motion, but at this point it was far too short for him to attempt such a thing. "And maybe it's Maybelline." Those products were, strictly speaking, for women, however, judging by their marketing aspects. Actually, Pacey wasn't even sure exactly what kinds of products they had, so that was the end of that. "Exactly! But we see it whenever we get in a mirror." He laughed. He wasn't so egotistical, but he did consider the both of them to be fairly attractive people. "Doesn't everyone's ego like chicken?" he asked, nodding a few times to reinforce it. "And pizza. God, it's like heaven." He was practically starry-eyed just thinking about it, and he hopped off in the direction of the car once she gestured to it. It was so nice that his friends could drive him around, but he couldn't wait to have his own car and what-not either. He intended to get his license as soon as he turned seventeen, however, so a car would come shortly thereafter, curtesy of his parents. They were always so lovely about things like that. "Sure thing, yo! Just... make a left up there, it's pretty easy to find." It was also very easy to bypass because it wasn't a particularly flashy establishment, but that was okay too. As long as the food was good, Pacey was golden -- but they were off to find food, glorious food, so really, he wouldn't have cared even if they wound up at a McDonald's or something.