It takes him a couple days to scrape up enough money that he feels safe spending a bit more frivolously. The good thing about a small town is that it's fairly easy to pull a couple quiet cons. The bad thing is that it seems to create enough ire with the local Authority that Neal's felt watched. Sure, he's no longer sporting a tracking anklet, but he hasn't felt free in quite some time. Good thing people around town have been kind enough to tell him that he'll eventually get paid no matter what — a stipend helps — but eventually he will have to get a job. Which means he'll also need to look his best, including a hair cut. Fortunately, he happens to know a barber in town.
Stepping into Manes on Main (a charmingly clever name, he thinks, without considering there might be more to it) he holds a fedora in hand and waves to catch the attention of the man he'd met in the pawn shop. Dressed in an entirely different suit — one he'd acquired since coming into town — he's pleased to find fashion from the era he prefers is considered too old (and too fitted) to be so picked over in a town trapped in the fifties. He's still not sure what to think of Deerington, but having considered himself a character born out of his own time, this works for him more than he'd like to admit.
Coming prepared, he's got a legal pad under his arm and a thick marker in his pocket, and he quickly scrawls on it before holding it up.
I HOPE YOU TAKE WALK-INS
Neal never did hear whether Wes takes appointments, but considering the door is unlocked and there isn't another customer in sight, he thinks it's probably a pretty good bet.
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Stepping into Manes on Main (a charmingly clever name, he thinks, without considering there might be more to it) he holds a fedora in hand and waves to catch the attention of the man he'd met in the pawn shop. Dressed in an entirely different suit — one he'd acquired since coming into town — he's pleased to find fashion from the era he prefers is considered too old (and too fitted) to be so picked over in a town trapped in the fifties. He's still not sure what to think of Deerington, but having considered himself a character born out of his own time, this works for him more than he'd like to admit.
Coming prepared, he's got a legal pad under his arm and a thick marker in his pocket, and he quickly scrawls on it before holding it up.
I HOPE YOU TAKE WALK-INS
Neal never did hear whether Wes takes appointments, but considering the door is unlocked and there isn't another customer in sight, he thinks it's probably a pretty good bet.