Part 3
Okay, we’ve sorted the genre: Movieverse TCP. “Jack” belongs to a DJ named Fingers, Heaven is a gay bar in London with some really great music, and I credit the term, “cunting wankered” to skellingtonjon.
In the beginning, there was Jack
And Jack had a groove
And from this groove came the groove of all grooves
And while one day viciously throwing down on his box
Jack boldy declared, “Let there be house!”
And house music was born
Inside Heaven, the crowd writhed and twisted against each other as Anne Savage spun them into delirium. Hard house leading to boys groping each other and girls shakin’ what their mama gave ‘em, centered around two girls battling each other on the dance floor. One had purple hair, tied in small knots sticking up from the top of her head; the other a shock of pink and green foam extensions in pigtails. The lights were flashing, bass pumping and sexual tension rising with the music.
”I am, you see
I am the creator
And this is MY house
But I am not so selfish
Because once you enter my house
It then becomes OUR house and OUR house music
And you see, no one man owns house
Because house music is a universal language
Spoken and understood by all"
The two girls spun and jumped, shook and melded and came apart again until suddenly -
“Nati!”
The purple-haired girl whipped around.
“Danny!” She squealed as she hugged her friend. “I thought you weren’t coming out tonight!”
”Oh, sweetie, you know I can’t be kept away from this place,” he said. “Besides, I’ve been working on that guy in the corner.” He pointed to an Asian man, average height and blond hair, standing by the bar.
“Ooooh, good luck, baby!”
Nati grabbed her pink-haired counterpart. Turning back to Danny, she stumbled and fell into him. Looking up at his chin, she giggled, “Danny, I want you to meet someone. She’s … she’s my … oh fuck, who - she lives with me. ‘S Risa. M’flatmate.”
“Dear girl, you are cunting wankered, aren’t you?” Danny propped Nati up, and Risa stood with her arms on Nati’s shoulders.
“Am not! I’ve only had - ”
“Entirely too fucking much,” said Risa. “Come on, let’s go to the bar and get you a nice glass of water.”
***********
Two hours earlier …
“Oi!” Max stood over her sleeping flatmate, hand raised as if ready to slap him.
“Mmph.” Brian rolled over and pulled the duvet over his head.
“Come on, you stupid git. You promised you’d come clubbing with Luke, Jono and I if we went to the football match with you.”
“Did not,” Brian muttered.
“Fuck you, you did so,” she said, yanking the cover off him. “Jono! He’s refusing to get out of bed! Do I need to have him come in here and throw you in the shower?”
“Christ, no! I’m coming, okay?”
Brian rolled out of bed, grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. *How did I let them talk me into this?* he thought as the hot water rolled over his long, greenish-black hair and lanky frame. Sighing, he hurried through the shower, lest his roommates threaten worse. Jono was still angry about the cat-flinging incident earlier, so no reason to get on his bad side.
Emerging from the steaming bathroom, he heard Luke on the phone. “Yeah, we’re leaving as soon as Max finishes her makeup. I know, I know. I’d say about an hour. Because she’s a perfectionist and it takes her forever to get it done! Yeah, me too. I’m really looking for someone tonight, I’m tired of sleeping alone.”
Brian glanced at Luke. If they were going somewhere for Luke to pick up guys … *No, they wouldn’t … they wouldn’t drag me to a gay bar, would they?*
He sat down at the computer and surfed to Yahoo.
From: bitsofsound@gmail.com
To: brainwaster420@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Re: Flying Cats
Friday, 29 June, 17:30:31
Unfortunately, my roommate Dave is allergic to cats, or I’d take it.
So Camden, huh? I’m down in Brixton, myself. It’s nice, and it’s near a lot of good clubs. Like The Church. But I’m so tired of that place. I think Risa and I are going somewhere else tonight, but she hasn’t told me where. Not that it matters, by the time we’re done I’ll hardly remember where I’ve been.
Do you like clubbing? I know you’re into death metal and all that, but to be honest, it’s not really my scene. Give me hard house or give me death!
Anyway, I’d better get showered and ready for tonight.
--Nati
P.S.: Let me know when your next gig is; it may not be my scene, but it’s not to say I won’t try it on for a night.
Brian smiled. This girl seemed genuinely interested.
“You ready to go, cat-tosser?” Jono glared maniacally at the seated Brian.
“Look, I’m holding up my end of the bargain, Starsmore. Let’s just leave it.”
“You seem … happy. Why’re you so happy, mate? That internet girl write back?”
“Yeah. She did. What’s it to you?”
Jono cackled. “Ooooh, Doom’n’Gloom’s got an imaginary girlfriend!”
**********
In the bathroom at Heaven, Nati was bent over, in full “worshipping the porcelain goddess” position.
“Fuck! I hate this part,” she choked out between retches.
“Yeah, well at least you haven’t puked the pill up, so when you’ve finished this disgusting bit, you’ll feel a lot better,” Risa grimaced. She hated this part, too.
Nati stood up slowly. “Okay, I think I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Plenty more dancing to be done tonight, don’t you think?”
“Let’s get you that bottle of water first; I think you need it.”
Risa and Nati approached the bar, where Risa ordered them both some water. “Wouldn’t want you getting dehydrated like last time,” Risa said. “Almost had to take you to A&E.”
**********
Brian sighed. “I can’t believe you twats took me to a gay bar.”
“That’s what you get for flinging my cat at me, mate.”
Jono and Brian stood at the bar, gazing at the same-sex action. “But at least it’s good music,” Jono said. “And full of fit women …” His voice trailed off as two girls, both with outrageously neon hair, approached the bar. “I’ll try the pink and green, you try the purple, eh?”
Brian turned to look. Indeed, there were two gorgeous women walking toward them. The purple-haired one had on blue vinyl trousers that hugged every curve just right, and what appeared to be a piece of fabric held together with very small strings that tied in back covering her top half. The pink-and-green-haired girl had on a pink halter that said, “I kiss girls” and a miniskirt that only attempted to cover everything.
“Nah, man. They’ve probably just got back from lezzin’ off together.”
“All the more reason to try, right?” Jono winked and began his approach.
Brian rolled his eyes and followed. If nothing else, the purple-haired one looked kind of familiar.
**********
“Might we buy you ladies a drink?” The slightly shorter guy asked. He might well have been talking to a brick wall, since the music volume could barely be shouted over.
“What?” Nati turned around. The one in the Misfits t-shirt had asked her something.
“Can we buy you two a drink?” he shouted into her ear.
Risa tapped Nati’s shoulder. “What’s ‘e want? And who gives a shit anyway, I love this track! Come on!”
“But look at them, they’re hot!”
“You’ve had enough to drink. Stick with the water,” Risa said as she yanked on Nati’s arm. Nati made a pouting face. “Fine.” She turned back to the two guys. “Wait a minute, Risa.” She looked at the taller of the pair and said, “I think I’ve seen you before!”
“What?” he shouted.
“Never mind! Here,” she shouted as she slipped her business card into the shorter one’s pants pocket. “Give me a call sometime!” And with that, she disappeared in the crowd.
In the beginning, there was Jack
And Jack had a groove
And from this groove came the groove of all grooves
And while one day viciously throwing down on his box
Jack boldy declared, “Let there be house!”
And house music was born
Inside Heaven, the crowd writhed and twisted against each other as Anne Savage spun them into delirium. Hard house leading to boys groping each other and girls shakin’ what their mama gave ‘em, centered around two girls battling each other on the dance floor. One had purple hair, tied in small knots sticking up from the top of her head; the other a shock of pink and green foam extensions in pigtails. The lights were flashing, bass pumping and sexual tension rising with the music.
”I am, you see
I am the creator
And this is MY house
But I am not so selfish
Because once you enter my house
It then becomes OUR house and OUR house music
And you see, no one man owns house
Because house music is a universal language
Spoken and understood by all"
The two girls spun and jumped, shook and melded and came apart again until suddenly -
“Nati!”
The purple-haired girl whipped around.
“Danny!” She squealed as she hugged her friend. “I thought you weren’t coming out tonight!”
”Oh, sweetie, you know I can’t be kept away from this place,” he said. “Besides, I’ve been working on that guy in the corner.” He pointed to an Asian man, average height and blond hair, standing by the bar.
“Ooooh, good luck, baby!”
Nati grabbed her pink-haired counterpart. Turning back to Danny, she stumbled and fell into him. Looking up at his chin, she giggled, “Danny, I want you to meet someone. She’s … she’s my … oh fuck, who - she lives with me. ‘S Risa. M’flatmate.”
“Dear girl, you are cunting wankered, aren’t you?” Danny propped Nati up, and Risa stood with her arms on Nati’s shoulders.
“Am not! I’ve only had - ”
“Entirely too fucking much,” said Risa. “Come on, let’s go to the bar and get you a nice glass of water.”
***********
Two hours earlier …
“Oi!” Max stood over her sleeping flatmate, hand raised as if ready to slap him.
“Mmph.” Brian rolled over and pulled the duvet over his head.
“Come on, you stupid git. You promised you’d come clubbing with Luke, Jono and I if we went to the football match with you.”
“Did not,” Brian muttered.
“Fuck you, you did so,” she said, yanking the cover off him. “Jono! He’s refusing to get out of bed! Do I need to have him come in here and throw you in the shower?”
“Christ, no! I’m coming, okay?”
Brian rolled out of bed, grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. *How did I let them talk me into this?* he thought as the hot water rolled over his long, greenish-black hair and lanky frame. Sighing, he hurried through the shower, lest his roommates threaten worse. Jono was still angry about the cat-flinging incident earlier, so no reason to get on his bad side.
Emerging from the steaming bathroom, he heard Luke on the phone. “Yeah, we’re leaving as soon as Max finishes her makeup. I know, I know. I’d say about an hour. Because she’s a perfectionist and it takes her forever to get it done! Yeah, me too. I’m really looking for someone tonight, I’m tired of sleeping alone.”
Brian glanced at Luke. If they were going somewhere for Luke to pick up guys … *No, they wouldn’t … they wouldn’t drag me to a gay bar, would they?*
He sat down at the computer and surfed to Yahoo.
From: bitsofsound@gmail.com
To: brainwaster420@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Re: Flying Cats
Friday, 29 June, 17:30:31
Unfortunately, my roommate Dave is allergic to cats, or I’d take it.
So Camden, huh? I’m down in Brixton, myself. It’s nice, and it’s near a lot of good clubs. Like The Church. But I’m so tired of that place. I think Risa and I are going somewhere else tonight, but she hasn’t told me where. Not that it matters, by the time we’re done I’ll hardly remember where I’ve been.
Do you like clubbing? I know you’re into death metal and all that, but to be honest, it’s not really my scene. Give me hard house or give me death!
Anyway, I’d better get showered and ready for tonight.
--Nati
P.S.: Let me know when your next gig is; it may not be my scene, but it’s not to say I won’t try it on for a night.
Brian smiled. This girl seemed genuinely interested.
“You ready to go, cat-tosser?” Jono glared maniacally at the seated Brian.
“Look, I’m holding up my end of the bargain, Starsmore. Let’s just leave it.”
“You seem … happy. Why’re you so happy, mate? That internet girl write back?”
“Yeah. She did. What’s it to you?”
Jono cackled. “Ooooh, Doom’n’Gloom’s got an imaginary girlfriend!”
**********
In the bathroom at Heaven, Nati was bent over, in full “worshipping the porcelain goddess” position.
“Fuck! I hate this part,” she choked out between retches.
“Yeah, well at least you haven’t puked the pill up, so when you’ve finished this disgusting bit, you’ll feel a lot better,” Risa grimaced. She hated this part, too.
Nati stood up slowly. “Okay, I think I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Plenty more dancing to be done tonight, don’t you think?”
“Let’s get you that bottle of water first; I think you need it.”
Risa and Nati approached the bar, where Risa ordered them both some water. “Wouldn’t want you getting dehydrated like last time,” Risa said. “Almost had to take you to A&E.”
**********
Brian sighed. “I can’t believe you twats took me to a gay bar.”
“That’s what you get for flinging my cat at me, mate.”
Jono and Brian stood at the bar, gazing at the same-sex action. “But at least it’s good music,” Jono said. “And full of fit women …” His voice trailed off as two girls, both with outrageously neon hair, approached the bar. “I’ll try the pink and green, you try the purple, eh?”
Brian turned to look. Indeed, there were two gorgeous women walking toward them. The purple-haired one had on blue vinyl trousers that hugged every curve just right, and what appeared to be a piece of fabric held together with very small strings that tied in back covering her top half. The pink-and-green-haired girl had on a pink halter that said, “I kiss girls” and a miniskirt that only attempted to cover everything.
“Nah, man. They’ve probably just got back from lezzin’ off together.”
“All the more reason to try, right?” Jono winked and began his approach.
Brian rolled his eyes and followed. If nothing else, the purple-haired one looked kind of familiar.
**********
“Might we buy you ladies a drink?” The slightly shorter guy asked. He might well have been talking to a brick wall, since the music volume could barely be shouted over.
“What?” Nati turned around. The one in the Misfits t-shirt had asked her something.
“Can we buy you two a drink?” he shouted into her ear.
Risa tapped Nati’s shoulder. “What’s ‘e want? And who gives a shit anyway, I love this track! Come on!”
“But look at them, they’re hot!”
“You’ve had enough to drink. Stick with the water,” Risa said as she yanked on Nati’s arm. Nati made a pouting face. “Fine.” She turned back to the two guys. “Wait a minute, Risa.” She looked at the taller of the pair and said, “I think I’ve seen you before!”
“What?” he shouted.
“Never mind! Here,” she shouted as she slipped her business card into the shorter one’s pants pocket. “Give me a call sometime!” And with that, she disappeared in the crowd.