After his hair cut, Sadist stopped back by the clubhouse. He needed to shower. It was odd, and he wasn’t sure if it was real or imagined, but after a haircut he itched until he showered. He suspected it was the fine bits of hair that couldn’t be avoided entirely, even with the big cape they wrapped around you, but who knew?
He stepped inside the door and stopped to let his eyes adjust. Once he could see, he scanned the room, noting who was there and what was going on before climbing the stairs to his room. After his shower, dressed in hair-free clothes, he went back down to the main room where Dumbass was restocking the cooler behind the bar. Sadist stepped behind the bar and helped himself to a soda before joining Tuck at one of the tables.
“What’s up?” Sadist asked as he pulled out a c
