"Whew, finally! We can take these things off!" Aria sighed in relief, pulling her wig off before removing the hairnet, shaking her head before brushing her hair down with her hands.
I wasted no time in doing the same, desperate to scratch my head.
Today's the 25th of October, 2169, and we'd just arrived at a fancy restaurant, having booked a private booth for ourselves.
We'd contacted the place ahead of time to let them know that we'd be coming in disguises, and the staff assured us that we wouldn't have to worry about being bothered by anyone once we were seated.
We went with the color-swap disguises, me with a red wig and green contact lenses, and Aria with a black wig and purple contacts.
"My head's pretty sweaty, but they've got the A/C on blast, so it should dry up soon," I mused, as I pushed my hair back.
So itchy, I don't think I want this to be a regular option, it's way too uncomfortable.
