"Sloane!"
Skipper yelled the name as soon as she'd taken a can of punch from the fridge, she threw the gum that had kept her mouth busy in the trashcan. She'd already sent her luggage over before heading to the hair salon earlier that evening.
"Jeez, what is it Skipper why'd y-you, your hair! It's gorgeous!"
Sloane started with muttering, then her voice jumped up three octaves as she stopped halfway down the stairs to admire her bestie. Skipper had cut her hair. It usually stopped just below her shoulder blade, now it was as short as a pixie cut. And it'd been bleached platinum blonde, enhancing the visibility of her piercings.
"Where's Hunter?"
Skipper hadn't seen him for a while now. Four days ago, he was the only thing Sloane was capable of talking about. He was the one thing that successfully occupied her thoughts for a while and that my dear doesn't happen often. Sloane can forget things faster than you can say slap.