[center][h3][color=19D175]John Foster[/color][/h3][/center]
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As the afternoon drew to an end, the shops gradually became empty, the customers leaving to be with their friends and family on this festive day of the Fourth of July. John stood in the middle of the spacious hairdressing salon, cleaning up the remaining hairs. He had been assisting his sister throughout the entire day, it being incredibly busy with everyone wanting to look pitch-perfect for this special occasion. Although he had about two years of experience by now his sister would only let him do the easy tasks: shaving, buzzcuts, cutting layers, that kind of stuff. Not that he minded much though. At least he didn’t have to spend hours on just one customer.

It was only when late sunbeams entered the room, lighting up the room with an orange hue that John realized how late it was. He quickly looked on his phone to check on the time only to find a bunch of texts. [color=19D175]“Shit, never felt the buzzing,”[/color] he murmured. He grinned as he read through them and rapidly swiped his fingers across the screen, composing two messages.

[color=19D175][center]To: Séamus
Hey love ;) Yeah I’ve got some on me. Tonight’s going to be a blast!

To: Everyone
Sorry I’m late guys, finishing up at my sister’s right now. Will be there in a moment.[/center][/color]

After he had sent them, he let the device slide back into the pocket of his jeans. [color=19D175]“Yo, Sophie!”[/color] he called out to his sister while taking out his hair tie, the strands falling over his shoulders and along his face. From the storage room came a muffled [color=FFD119]“Hmm?”[/color]. [color=19D175]“I kinda forgot to tell you but I’ve got a party tonight, so uh, I gotta go now,”[/color] he said all the while stroking his fingers through his hair, fixing up the tangled mess. [color=19D175]“I’m late already,”[/color] he added as if that would make his excuse to leave early seem any better. His sister peeked around the corner, who, a little bit to John’s surprise, didn’t look the slightest of irritated. [color=FFD119]“Sure,”[/color] she said wholeheartedly. [color=FFD119]“You worked hard today, so go ahead and have some fun with your friends. Just don’t get too wasted alright?”[/color]
John stood still for a moment. [color=19D175]“Like… For real?”[/color] he questioned which was answered by a short nod. [color=19D175]“Heh, thanks!”[/color] he smiled in return, before running up the stairs which led to their apartment.

Entering his bedroom, he looked around for some clean clothes to change into. Cutting hair wasn’t exactly a job which required much physical effort but still his shirt was stained with sweat; it was hella hot outside and even the small airco they kept in the salon didn’t help much. He rummaged through his closet before finally deciding on darkgrey sweatshorts and a white shirt with red and blue details. It wasn’t exactly an American flag, but it sufficed. Looking down at his red Vans he decided those would do the job as well. He took a small plastic bag out of the jeans he just slipped off and put them into the pocket of his shorts. He then grabbed the keys to his car along with a bag he had prepared the day before which held some items he might need later that night.

Throwing the thing on the backseat of his convertible he got in and slammed the doors shut. As soon as he started the engine he went full throttle, music blasting from his stereos as he drove off.