In Which We Decide to Go Pink

Laura: Must start filming vlogs for the blog tour.
Lisa: I refuse to film without pink hair.
Laura: You're such a diva.
Lisa: Does Amazon sell pink wigs?
Laura: Probably. I mean, they sell this.
Lisa: Wait, what does a beer bong have to do with pink hair?
Laura: Nevermind. The good news is that they have wigs. The bad news is that crazy-colored wigs make you look ugly.
Lisa: Me specifically?
Laura: Well, really anyone. One year, I was Christina Aguilera for Halloween and wore a platinum blonde wig. I had to burn the pictures.
Lisa: You were also wearing leather chaps. Maybe that had something to do with it?
Laura: Well, maybe. It also might have been the do-rag...
Lisa: Perhaps.
Laura: Either way, you're on your own. With the wig, I mean.
Lisa: You underestimate my power to pull things off.
Laura: Like when you got clear braces?
Lisa: For the record, from a distance, they were totally invisible.
Laura: Are you forgetting about the colored rubber bands you opted for? You spent 3 years looking like you had color coordinated pieces of food stuck in your teeth.
Lisa: Yeah, in retrospect that might not have been the best choice.
Laura: You know what was worse? When you let me give you chunky orange highlights.
Lisa: Ooh, highlights...that's a good idea! A compromise perhaps?
Laura: I don't know....
Lisa: Don't make me go all 7th Grade Sleepover on your ass and dye your hair pink while you're sleeping.
Laura: Fine. You win. I'll wear the damn fake hair.
Lisa: Fabulous. Go ahead and place the order for a few sets.
Laura: Wait, I'm paying?
Lisa: Obviously.
Laura: I hate you.
Lisa: I know.