Collision Course – 4.02

Shane’s Chapter – this is sort of like a ‘Lost’ episode (OK, JJ Abrams is a god… yeah, I said it…  Well, him and Brian Kinney) the whole chapter revolves around one character.  Other’s interact, and in later chapters about the other characters, you’ll see the connections.  Yeah, I weave a wicked web, whether I have 2 readers or 20000. 

            Sitting back in her spot at The Planet, Shane surveyed the scene that lay before her.  A sexy Latina was sitting at a corner table, head phones plugged into a sleek laptop.  A small smile would curl over her lips every so often as her head bobbed to the music that must have been playing on her computer. 

            Shane made to move towards the alluring woman, because Shane had yet to jump back up on her fucking horse.  She’s been Carmen-ized.  Leaving Carmen at the alter had effected her more than she’d let on.  If only she hadn’t been born with cheating imbedded into her DNA, then, maybe, she and Carmen might have had a chance.

            “What are you doing?” asked Alice, slapping the table so hard that Shane jumped, the chair rocking back on two legs precariously. 

            “Christ, Al,” growled Shane uncharacteristically, grabbing the table and slamming the chair back down on all four legs solidly. 

            “Watching your competition?” grinned Alice, her dark eyes shifting over to the Latina in the corner.

            “My what?” asked Shane.  Taking the large jade colored cup and sipping the luke warm coffee that is housed.  That woman, her competition?

            “Rosita Navarro, recently back from two, yes, two tours of duty in the Army, discharged, with commendations, I might add.  And the newest, and swiftly growing cog on the elusively hot Chart,” said Alice informatively, watching Shane with interested eyes.

            Shane said nothing, not digesting everything that Alice had just said, “Are you telling me, that that woman, is honing in on my hub territory?”

            Taking a large gulp of her own coffee, Alice nodded, “Hmm, oh yeah.  Three a week, from what I can tell, mind you, the chart is not a100 percent effective…,” eluded Alice.

            “Yeah… three?  A week?” blinked Shane as if getting the information in short spouts. 

            “I heard she does this thing, with her tongue…,” smiled Alice, wondering how hard it would be to get a sample of that tongue.

            “I do a tongue thing…,” groaned Shane under her breath. 

            A sexy looking young blonde man came walking into The Planet, looking around and finally spotting Kit, whom he seemed to be looking for. 

            “Oh, now there is my shot at totally uncomplicated boy and girl sex, if you’ll excuse me…,” smiled Alice, winking at Shane, who grimaced at the thought of a man between her legs.  Watching as Alice moved to the young man, and for a while they seemed to be chatting.

            All the while, Shane was staring hard at the Latina in the corner.  Still on her computer, tapping away at the keypad.  She isn’ that hot, thought Shane to herself.  The whole dark haired, smokey dark mysterious eyes thing had been done.  Yeah, by Carmen, a woman who you could have been married to, her own voice echoed in her mind. 

            “Oh, shut up,” muttered Shane to herself. 

            “How is that for a greeting, I haven’t even said anything yet,” grumbled Jenny, who sat down nonetheless.  Her long flowing black hair up in a sexy bun, showing off the tattoo on the back of her neck.

            “Not you, Jen… I was talking to myself,” said Shane, reaching out and nudging Jenny’s arm.

            “The only person that will listen?” asked Jenny.  The waitress, Ashley, took her order quickly and left the table.

            “Yeah, something like that, I gotta go, Jen.  I got a few VIP’s at the shop later.  One of them this guy, Brian Kinky or something or another.”

            “Kinky?  That’s his last name?” giggled Jenny, getting her latte from the waitress.

            “Kinky, Kidney, something like that,” chuckled Shane, leaning down an kissing Jenny quickly on the cheek and heading out of The Planet, with one longing look at Latina of the day, Rosita Navarro.

            Shane was sitting in her chair, eyes closed, on the verge of falling asleep.  A few of her earlier customers had called, canceling.  She had one client left, the Kinky appointment.  She heard someone entering the warehouse, instead of moving, she decided to listen, let them wait for a while, thought Shane.

            “It’s just a haircut, for Christ sake!” bellowed Brian, pulling Sam along into the skater slash hairdresser’s warehouse.  “What the fuck is this place?” he asked his cotton candy lips grimacing.  Looking around, a hand draped over his chest, reaching out and touching the surface of a table with the other hand, checking if for dust, or cum, one or the other.

            “Oh just sit the fuck down, will you,” ordered Samantha with a chuckle, it was late, almost six.

            “That long hair isn’t becoming of you, I saw pictures of you when it was short, much hotter,” affirmed Brian.  Smoothing out his dark purple tie, his black suit immaculate. 

            “That was ages ago,” grunted Sam, her stormy grey eyes clouding over.

            “That was when CJ was around, now you gotta get living,” instructed her newly found brother.

            “So says Yoda,” laughed Sam.

            “Look, you gave me a third chance with my son.  Now, I’m trying to repay you, would you let me?  This Shaymen whatever person is the hottest, cutting edge, hairdresser, hair cutter, whatever on the coast.”

            “Shaymen?” asked Sam.

            “Shaman, Shaman, Slaaloum, whatever,” said Brian seriously. Finally, Shane couldn’t take it anymore, a fierce wanting to just be able to go home, and curl up under the covers overcame her.  So she stood, pushing the curtain to her room back and finally revealed herself.

            “It’s Shane,” said an androgynous woman from the back of the room, “and you’d be Brian Kidney?”

            “Kinney,” corrected Brian, Samantha laughing so hard that her sides hurt and she was breathless.

            “It was that or Kinky, this way, please?” offered Shane, watching the short tomboy with careful eyes.  Instantly realizing who she was, the woman with the kid on her back a few days ago at Bette and Tina’s.  Then Shane reminded herself that it was no longer Bette and Tina’s house, it was simply Bette’s. 

            “Kinky would have been better,” giggled Sam, “I’ve seen the things he has in his house.”  Shane saw that the woman didn’t remember her, and that she hadn’t struck her fancy at all.  So Shane said nothing about having sort of met days before. 

            Shane sat the woman in her chair, smiling at her, adjusting her glasses, “So, Mr. Kinky, what is your girlfriend’s name?” this only made Sam laugh harder.

            “Sister, she’s my sister, Sam,” groaned Brian, thinking if this was the best LA had to offer, perhaps Pittsburg was starting to look brighter every day.

            “Ah, so Sam, what shall we be doing today?” asked Shane in her deep throaty voice.  Sam met her green ice chipped eyes with her own grey ones and simply shrugged.

            “Make her look like she’s on the prowl,” ordered Brian seriously. 

            Shane looked up at Brian, then back at Sam, who shrugged again, “Whatever you want, Shane,” smiled Sam, the corner of her lips curling up into an alluring seductive smile.  Bending down, studying Sam’s face, then nodding. 

            “Yeah, ok…,” muttered Shane, “I can do something with this thick mane of hay colored hair.”

            “No putting any highlights…,” grumbled Sam.

            “Sam..,” threatened Brian.

            “Fine,” throwing up her hand and tossing a scathing look at her brother, “whatever!”