Lee's Palace, Toronto, Tuesday FT
And so it was Friday in Toronto.
And The Clash at Demonhead had a show. Envy would've been lying if she'd said it didn't feel extra good to go out and play in front of what had once been her home crowd. So it was probably for the best she didn't bother saying anything to anyone about something like that. She just performed, strutting around the stage in her short dress, knowing she owned it. She owned everyone in the audience for as long as she was in front of them.
And then the show was done, and they were all backstage. Her, Todd, Scott, Ramona, Stephen Stills, Julie, Scott's drummer. Lynette off to the side, along with some random girl with red highlights in her black hair, and a guy who looked vaguely familiar but in an unimportant way.
"Hi, Scott," Envy said, zeroing in on what she actually cared about.
Scott stared at her. Took forever just to say "Hi."
"Hi, Ramona," said Todd.
"Hey Todd," Ramona replied.
A silence stretched on for a moment. Probably awkward for some but not Envy. Oh no, Envy was enjoying herself. She was enjoying herself immensely.
So of course it was the random girl who decided to break the silence. "Um... Envy? I... I... I read your blog." It was so inoffensive and so unimportant and Envy and Todd (and Julie, but that didn't really mattered) glared at her in unison like they were one person in two bodies. But didn't do anything about it. Yet, anyway.
"So..." Julie started, "how was the tour? You played with New Order? You played with The Pixies? You're a superstar now!"
"It's - yeah, it isn't something I can really put into words at this point," Envy replied, with a slight drawl. She did that a lot these days. "it's been unusual."
The girl babbled something again. Envy didn't even bother listening.
"Can I blow your mind?" Julie asked.
"You can try."
"Blah blah blah? Blah blah blah, blah blah blah! And now she's pregnant!"
"Oh, I know! I heard." Such a Petra-and-Bean deal, the whole thing. Ugh. "Babies, eh?"
"Isn't that crazy?"
"God, Julie," Stephen Stills sighed, "it's not that crazy. People have babies."
"I'm talking to Envy right now, Stephen," Julie snapped. Then... struggled to find another thing to say while Envy waited with bored patience. (Or affecting it - she honestly wasn't so sure herself, anymore.) "Uh... So... Are you guys doing anything fun while you're in the city?"
"Fun in Toronto?" Todd asked, like the good old Montreal boy he was.
Envy shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe some shopping tomorrow."
And that was when the random girl bounced up from her seat and pointed a finger at Envy, with a gasp. "I've kissed the lips that kissed you!!!"
Everyone looked over at her outburst. Well, everyone but Lynette, who caught Envy's gaze with hers, and simply raised one eyebrow. Envy nodded. Lynette raised her hand, and her bandaged arm whirred as it powered up. The bandages fell off the metal as the arm extended - and Lynette's fist connected with the random girl's face with a POW!
So there was a small commotion after that, about some surprise over Lynette's bionic arm as well as her ability to punch the highlights out of the girl's hair. It was just black now. "Do you give up?" Lynette asked, her voice mechanic. "Yes!!" the girl hastened to reply. "I-- I didn't mean to -- I'm really sorry! I'll be so, so good!"
Too late. "Uh, no," Envy said. "I don't think so. You and your little boyfriend can go now." And she watched as the guy helped the girl off the floor and out the door. And then she turned towards Julie. "Why were they even here?"
"Uh... That was Stephanie's brother, remember? You know him."
... Wait, so she did. "Wait, that was Neil? Oh man! Ha ha... whoops!" She laughed for only like a second; it wasn't that funny. "I guess he's dating the wrong girl." Then she turned her attention where it belonged. "So.. Scott and Ramona, eh?" she said, sweetly.
"What of it?" Ramona asked, already frowning.
"You guys are a good couple, you know? You suit Scott."
"Uh... Thanks."
"So what's your ulterior motive, Envy?" Stephen Stills piped up. "In general, I mean."
"She doesn't need ulterior motives, Stephen!" Julie replied, immediately. "Look at her! She got a writeup in Spin."
"Yeah, Stephen, wow," Envy drawled, though mildly amused. (She'd always liked Stephen best, shh. He'd been so quick to adapt to the name change.) "I'm hurt. Wounded, even. I'm just saying. Cute couple." Then back to ramona: "I like your outfit, by the way, Ramona. Affordable?"
Ramona's arms were folded defensively. "Excuse me?"
Julie started saying something, but Envy didn't even glance over. "I'm talking to Ramona right now."
There was a pause, and then quickly, Julie said. "Ramona is from New York."
That was no news. "Is she?" Envy asked anyway, keeping steady, piercing, unblinking gaze fixed on Ramona.
"I'm not from there," the girl said, rolling her eyes. "I just lived there for a couple of years."
"Did you like it?" Envy asked lightly. "See a lot of the city?"
"I... I guess I mostly saw the --"
Envy kept her tone nice and light. Conversational. "The seamy underbelly? Strip clubs, backs of parked cars..."
"I... What?"
"Ramona!" Envy chuckled. "The look on your face! I'm kidding." Not entirely.
This time it was Scott who jumped out of his seat all of a sudden. "That's it!" he yelled, slamming his hands against the table, staring at... Todd? Okay. "That is it you cocky cock! You'll pay for your crimes against humanity!!!"
And he jumped over the table, fist heading right for Todd's face. Everything slowed down. And right as Scott's fist made contact with Todd's cheek, Todd's eyes lit up with white light, and his hair stood up as he got to his feet, leaving Scott slumping to the floor in confusion.
Electricity was crackling in the air as Todd extended his hand towards Scott. Scott began reaching for his throat, suddenly struggling to breathe. Todd lifted him off the floor with his powers.
"Aaa dude wait aaaaaa --" Scott tried. "Kk... My neck... Y...your hair..."
"Didn't you know?" Envy asked.
One swipe of Todd's arm sent Scott crashing right through the brick wall of the backroom and into the back alley outside.
"Todd's a vegan. Graduated top of his class from Vegan Academy and everything."
"It's not a big deal," Todd said as he climbed through the hole in the wall. "No kidding!" Stephen replied, as he followed. "I mean, anyone can become a vegan if they work at it, right?"
Envy rolled her eyes, stepping outside. "Um, no."
"No," Todd concurred. "Ovo-lacto vegetarian, maybe."
"Uh... why not?" asked the drummer -- Kim? Was her name Kim? Maybe it was.
"Most people just can't take it," Todd explained, combing his hair back into shape. "It's a fact of science. The main thing to know is that I'm better than most people."
"That's what they taught you?" Kim(?) asked.
"Hey, go ahead and get snippy, baby. If you knew the science, maybe I'd listen to a word you're saying."
And then there was a bunch of boring babble about how people got psychic powers from not eating dairy that Envy didn't really listen to. "Anyway, that's why you can't win this fight, Scott, and you'll have to give up on dating this girl," she said, once Todd was muttering about the science for a second time. Better just get to the League business already.
"You know about all this??" Scott asked, incredulous. (And still sitting down in the alley because he was classy and strong like that."
"Of course I do!" Envy replied. "I've been with Todd since we were eleven!"
It counted! It did. Nothing that had happened between the time they were ripped apart and the time they'd found each other again mattered because their love was a spure as pure could be!
... Anyway.
"So... He cheated on you with me?" Ramona hazarded. Like an idiot.
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"I'm not being ridiculous, I'm just trying to --"
"I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work," Envy replied, coldly cutting her off. "Nothing will. You're finished, and Todd's going to make sure it stays that way."
Scott got up. "You... You ass!" he yelled, charging at Todd again. As he tried to kick Todd in the face, he yelled, "She used to be so nice!!"
So naturally Todd grabbed him with his psychic powers and threw him way, way up into the sky. Then they waited as he fell down again. Screaming the entire way down until he fell with a WUMP onto a pile of garbage bags.
"I dislike you," he told Todd once he was back on his feet.
"Tell it to the cleaning lady on Monday," Todd retorted.
"What?"
"Because... Because you'll be dust by Monday."
"Huh?"
"Because I'll be pulverizing you sometime over the weekend."
"I'm sorry... What?"
"And the cleaning lady... cleans up... dust. She dusts. And she has weekends off so... Monday." Todd turned towards Envy. "Right?"
Even Envy couldn't rationalize all of that into a big show of brains and smarts. "What in the hell are you talking about, Todd?"
Stephen raised a hand, awkwardly. "Look, it's almost 3:30..."
"Right," Envy said, far more grateful for the distraction than she would ever let on. Sometimes Todd got stuck on tangents. "It's almost 3:30, and we've been here for way too long a post already. Let's call it a night."
Todd pointed at Scott. "We have unfinished business, I and he."
"He and me," Scott retorted.
"Don't you talk to me about grammar...!!!"
"We'll finish it tomorrow," Envy cut in, decisively. "Look, let's sleep in, have a late breakfast, and we'll meet up around 1PM, okay?"
"Where?" Scott asked. The smartest thing to come out of his mouth all evening!
"Honest Ed's."
"What? Why?"
"Oh, Scott," Envy replied, with the tiniest smile. "Don't you like surprises?"
[ooc: NFB, OOC-okay! Once again taken and edited from Scott Pilgrim volume three.]
And The Clash at Demonhead had a show. Envy would've been lying if she'd said it didn't feel extra good to go out and play in front of what had once been her home crowd. So it was probably for the best she didn't bother saying anything to anyone about something like that. She just performed, strutting around the stage in her short dress, knowing she owned it. She owned everyone in the audience for as long as she was in front of them.
And then the show was done, and they were all backstage. Her, Todd, Scott, Ramona, Stephen Stills, Julie, Scott's drummer. Lynette off to the side, along with some random girl with red highlights in her black hair, and a guy who looked vaguely familiar but in an unimportant way.
"Hi, Scott," Envy said, zeroing in on what she actually cared about.
Scott stared at her. Took forever just to say "Hi."
"Hi, Ramona," said Todd.
"Hey Todd," Ramona replied.
A silence stretched on for a moment. Probably awkward for some but not Envy. Oh no, Envy was enjoying herself. She was enjoying herself immensely.
So of course it was the random girl who decided to break the silence. "Um... Envy? I... I... I read your blog." It was so inoffensive and so unimportant and Envy and Todd (and Julie, but that didn't really mattered) glared at her in unison like they were one person in two bodies. But didn't do anything about it. Yet, anyway.
"So..." Julie started, "how was the tour? You played with New Order? You played with The Pixies? You're a superstar now!"
"It's - yeah, it isn't something I can really put into words at this point," Envy replied, with a slight drawl. She did that a lot these days. "it's been unusual."
The girl babbled something again. Envy didn't even bother listening.
"Can I blow your mind?" Julie asked.
"You can try."
"Blah blah blah? Blah blah blah, blah blah blah! And now she's pregnant!"
"Oh, I know! I heard." Such a Petra-and-Bean deal, the whole thing. Ugh. "Babies, eh?"
"Isn't that crazy?"
"God, Julie," Stephen Stills sighed, "it's not that crazy. People have babies."
"I'm talking to Envy right now, Stephen," Julie snapped. Then... struggled to find another thing to say while Envy waited with bored patience. (Or affecting it - she honestly wasn't so sure herself, anymore.) "Uh... So... Are you guys doing anything fun while you're in the city?"
"Fun in Toronto?" Todd asked, like the good old Montreal boy he was.
Envy shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe some shopping tomorrow."
And that was when the random girl bounced up from her seat and pointed a finger at Envy, with a gasp. "I've kissed the lips that kissed you!!!"
Everyone looked over at her outburst. Well, everyone but Lynette, who caught Envy's gaze with hers, and simply raised one eyebrow. Envy nodded. Lynette raised her hand, and her bandaged arm whirred as it powered up. The bandages fell off the metal as the arm extended - and Lynette's fist connected with the random girl's face with a POW!
So there was a small commotion after that, about some surprise over Lynette's bionic arm as well as her ability to punch the highlights out of the girl's hair. It was just black now. "Do you give up?" Lynette asked, her voice mechanic. "Yes!!" the girl hastened to reply. "I-- I didn't mean to -- I'm really sorry! I'll be so, so good!"
Too late. "Uh, no," Envy said. "I don't think so. You and your little boyfriend can go now." And she watched as the guy helped the girl off the floor and out the door. And then she turned towards Julie. "Why were they even here?"
"Uh... That was Stephanie's brother, remember? You know him."
... Wait, so she did. "Wait, that was Neil? Oh man! Ha ha... whoops!" She laughed for only like a second; it wasn't that funny. "I guess he's dating the wrong girl." Then she turned her attention where it belonged. "So.. Scott and Ramona, eh?" she said, sweetly.
"What of it?" Ramona asked, already frowning.
"You guys are a good couple, you know? You suit Scott."
"Uh... Thanks."
"So what's your ulterior motive, Envy?" Stephen Stills piped up. "In general, I mean."
"She doesn't need ulterior motives, Stephen!" Julie replied, immediately. "Look at her! She got a writeup in Spin."
"Yeah, Stephen, wow," Envy drawled, though mildly amused. (She'd always liked Stephen best, shh. He'd been so quick to adapt to the name change.) "I'm hurt. Wounded, even. I'm just saying. Cute couple." Then back to ramona: "I like your outfit, by the way, Ramona. Affordable?"
Ramona's arms were folded defensively. "Excuse me?"
Julie started saying something, but Envy didn't even glance over. "I'm talking to Ramona right now."
There was a pause, and then quickly, Julie said. "Ramona is from New York."
That was no news. "Is she?" Envy asked anyway, keeping steady, piercing, unblinking gaze fixed on Ramona.
"I'm not from there," the girl said, rolling her eyes. "I just lived there for a couple of years."
"Did you like it?" Envy asked lightly. "See a lot of the city?"
"I... I guess I mostly saw the --"
Envy kept her tone nice and light. Conversational. "The seamy underbelly? Strip clubs, backs of parked cars..."
"I... What?"
"Ramona!" Envy chuckled. "The look on your face! I'm kidding." Not entirely.
This time it was Scott who jumped out of his seat all of a sudden. "That's it!" he yelled, slamming his hands against the table, staring at... Todd? Okay. "That is it you cocky cock! You'll pay for your crimes against humanity!!!"
And he jumped over the table, fist heading right for Todd's face. Everything slowed down. And right as Scott's fist made contact with Todd's cheek, Todd's eyes lit up with white light, and his hair stood up as he got to his feet, leaving Scott slumping to the floor in confusion.
Electricity was crackling in the air as Todd extended his hand towards Scott. Scott began reaching for his throat, suddenly struggling to breathe. Todd lifted him off the floor with his powers.
"Aaa dude wait aaaaaa --" Scott tried. "Kk... My neck... Y...your hair..."
"Didn't you know?" Envy asked.
One swipe of Todd's arm sent Scott crashing right through the brick wall of the backroom and into the back alley outside.
"Todd's a vegan. Graduated top of his class from Vegan Academy and everything."
"It's not a big deal," Todd said as he climbed through the hole in the wall. "No kidding!" Stephen replied, as he followed. "I mean, anyone can become a vegan if they work at it, right?"
Envy rolled her eyes, stepping outside. "Um, no."
"No," Todd concurred. "Ovo-lacto vegetarian, maybe."
"Uh... why not?" asked the drummer -- Kim? Was her name Kim? Maybe it was.
"Most people just can't take it," Todd explained, combing his hair back into shape. "It's a fact of science. The main thing to know is that I'm better than most people."
"That's what they taught you?" Kim(?) asked.
"Hey, go ahead and get snippy, baby. If you knew the science, maybe I'd listen to a word you're saying."
And then there was a bunch of boring babble about how people got psychic powers from not eating dairy that Envy didn't really listen to. "Anyway, that's why you can't win this fight, Scott, and you'll have to give up on dating this girl," she said, once Todd was muttering about the science for a second time. Better just get to the League business already.
"You know about all this??" Scott asked, incredulous. (And still sitting down in the alley because he was classy and strong like that."
"Of course I do!" Envy replied. "I've been with Todd since we were eleven!"
It counted! It did. Nothing that had happened between the time they were ripped apart and the time they'd found each other again mattered because their love was a spure as pure could be!
... Anyway.
"So... He cheated on you with me?" Ramona hazarded. Like an idiot.
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"I'm not being ridiculous, I'm just trying to --"
"I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work," Envy replied, coldly cutting her off. "Nothing will. You're finished, and Todd's going to make sure it stays that way."
Scott got up. "You... You ass!" he yelled, charging at Todd again. As he tried to kick Todd in the face, he yelled, "She used to be so nice!!"
So naturally Todd grabbed him with his psychic powers and threw him way, way up into the sky. Then they waited as he fell down again. Screaming the entire way down until he fell with a WUMP onto a pile of garbage bags.
"I dislike you," he told Todd once he was back on his feet.
"Tell it to the cleaning lady on Monday," Todd retorted.
"What?"
"Because... Because you'll be dust by Monday."
"Huh?"
"Because I'll be pulverizing you sometime over the weekend."
"I'm sorry... What?"
"And the cleaning lady... cleans up... dust. She dusts. And she has weekends off so... Monday." Todd turned towards Envy. "Right?"
Even Envy couldn't rationalize all of that into a big show of brains and smarts. "What in the hell are you talking about, Todd?"
Stephen raised a hand, awkwardly. "Look, it's almost 3:30..."
"Right," Envy said, far more grateful for the distraction than she would ever let on. Sometimes Todd got stuck on tangents. "It's almost 3:30, and we've been here for way too long a post already. Let's call it a night."
Todd pointed at Scott. "We have unfinished business, I and he."
"He and me," Scott retorted.
"Don't you talk to me about grammar...!!!"
"We'll finish it tomorrow," Envy cut in, decisively. "Look, let's sleep in, have a late breakfast, and we'll meet up around 1PM, okay?"
"Where?" Scott asked. The smartest thing to come out of his mouth all evening!
"Honest Ed's."
"What? Why?"
"Oh, Scott," Envy replied, with the tiniest smile. "Don't you like surprises?"
[ooc: NFB, OOC-okay! Once again taken and edited from Scott Pilgrim volume three.]