Posted Sun Nov 12, 2017 | 376 Words | Tagged chav story

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Moving to a new city ends up with a load of question you never think about until you need to know them. One of them for Drake was knowing where to get a decent haircut. Having moved from his small town and knowing the place there for many years, a new place many many hours away meant he had to find a completely new place.

Being the kind of person he was he just searched on the internet and found a place with good reviews and it even listed the price on the website. Happy with the price and reviews he was slightly put off by the “drop in” nature as it make him slightly anxious.

Sitting in the barber’s chair he was a bit scared when the guy who came to cut his hair looked like he had an attitude, shaved sides with short hair on top and if it wasn’t for the uniform he was wearing probably wore a tracksuit most of the time. Definitely not the kind of person Drake, who was wearing his normal plaid shirt and jeans, would normally hang around with.

The guy came over and blew a bunch of smoke into Drake’s face, which startled him. It sat over his face and settled, relaxing him slightly as the guy put the usual black cloak around. He would have got up and had an argument, but his mind numbed a bit as the guy got to work without even asking what he wanted.

Slowly cutting away at his hair, shaving it down on the sides and giving an obvious short bit of hair on the front. The most Drake could pull was an angry face, which in the mirror matched his new hair. His anger simply boiled in his cloud, settling in, unravelling his mind, rewiring it.

When he was done, he brushed the remains of Drake’s old self away. Removing the black cloak revealed Drake’s new outfit. No matter what he would wear now, it would warp to fit him.

Feeling the cockiness kick in when he smirked at himself in the mirror, liking what he saw. He paid for his cut and headed out, hands down his trackies like he always would be from now on.