Lexi looked at the vials and back to Neo.<br/><br/>“Did you just say that I put this in my drink and it turns my hair different colors? What does it do to the rest of me?” she narrowed her eyes at him.<br/><br/>“Neo? Are you pulling a practical joke on me?”<br/><br/>He just held out the vials, naming the colors and explaining how to mix them.<br/><br/>“What if I come out looking like a skunk? Or worse yet, that guy from the Dr. Seuss book, Put me in the zoo? Wont that make me, make us stand out like sore thumbs?’<br/><br/>She looked at the vials as if they were magical snakes that would come alive and crawl across the counter top at her.<br/><br/>“So I need to pick people colored hair, I suppose.”<br/><br/>She touched her upper lip with her finger, thinking. Lexi brightened up and she snapped her fingers.<br/><br/>“I saw a girl at Louies’ restaurant the other night and her hair was purple. I could do purple. It is almost dark, like black but it is interesting. I also would do a hot pink. That would look really bitchin.”<br/><br/>Lexi could see that Neo was not to impressed with her choices so she frowned and crossed her arms.<br/><br/>“Okay, You pick. Whatever you think, I will do it. You are in charge here and I am truly out of ideas. So okay, Pick.”<br/><br/>While he fiddled with the vials, she went to the refrigerator and pulled out an individual sized Minute Maid orange juice bottle.<br/><br/>“Fill’er up.” She said with a jaunty grin.