Fic thing 5
For those of you who aren't on his journal, parts 2 and 4 can be found at skellingtonjon.
Jono picked up the phone and dialed the mobile number on the business card he’d received last night. 2 p.m. seemed like an all right time to see if the purple-haired girl remembered who he was.
"Hello?"
"Erm. Hi. Is this Natila Grey?" Jono came into the living room, business card in hand and grinning nervously.
"Yes, who’s calling?"
"My name’s Jono. Starsmore. Uhm … I met you last night at Heaven?"
"I met a lot of people last night at Heaven. Can’t remember most of ‘em."
Brian idly listened to the conversation, while checking to see if anyone new had added him on AintIGreat.
"Well, I was there with a friend of mine. I was wearing a Misfits t-shirt and leather trousers, and then there was the ugly tall ponce standing next to me in black jeans and - Oi, mate, you throw my cat at me again and it’ll be the last time you use that hand. Sorry, roommate issues. Anyway …"
Brian glared at Jono menacingly, kitten in hand. He set the kitten down. "That was MY business card, you fuck," he muttered.
"Yeah, well, she gave it to me, now shut up. Sorry, what was that?"
The girl on the other line sighed. "I was just saying that I think I remember you and your friend. Not really all that clearly, but I remember some guy in a Misfits t-shirt."
"Yeah, that’d be me. We didn’t really get a chance to chat then, and I was wondering if you’d maybe like to have a cup of coffee?" Jono wandered back into his room.
Luke looked at Brian. "So you got someone’s number, eh?"
"Piss off."
*********
Nati rubbed her eyes and turned to the computer. Dave knocked on her door.
"Mornin’. You and Risa have a good night?"
"Apparently I just agreed to have coffee with some guy I don’t remember, who said I gave him my card." Nati shook her head. "So I guess we did."
"When’s the coffee?"
"In about an hour and a half." Nati got up and stretched, catlike in her movements. "Suppose I should have a shower."
Dave grinned. "Might be wise."
45 minutes later, as she dressed, she started to hear music. She looked around her room. Stereo is off. Computer is sleeping. "Where is it coming - ow. OW! Mother fuck!" Nati shrieked as she realized the music was in her head, booming happy hardcore from -
"DAVE!"
The volume lessened.
"What?"
"What the FUCK have I told you about playing that shite?" She yelled as she walked across the living room to the kitchen counter, where they kept the paracetamol.
"Oops. Sorry, forgot the ‘no happy hardcore after Nati wakes up’ rule."
"For fuck’s sake, don’t forget again. You know I can’t pipe it out of my head when there’s no one else around."
"I know, I know. What I don’t know is how you deal with that every day."
Nati smiled. "Well, usually I’m surrounded by people. Plus, no radio allowed in the office."
Dave shook his head, puzzled. "I thought you mutants were supposed to do cool things, like fly and save the world and all that. How’d you end up with such a crap lot?"
Nati shrugged and headed for the door, downing a handful of painkillers as she went.
"Nati!"
"What, Dave?"
"Your hair was purple last night, not orange."
"Oh. Shit." She shifted her hair, lengthening it and pulling it up into two knots on either side of her head (above her ears, so as not to have a purple-haired Princess Leia look). "Better?"
"Yep."
*********
From: bitsofsound@gmail.com
To: Brainwaster420@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Re: Bad Dreams
Saturday, 30 June, 15:16:03
Huh. That’s weird that you were at a gay bar. I went out to Heaven last night with my roommate Risa. Which bar were you at?
I guess I did meet someone, albeit briefly. Apparently, I gave him my card, because he called a bit ago.
Sorry about the cut and the nightmare. What happened? I mean, it must have been some kind of fucked up since you said it was "the mother of all nightmares."
Hmmmm … cheering up, cheering up. Maybe later I’ll take some new photos and put them up on AintIGreat. Would that help? I mean, you must have found me attractive; isn’t that the point of these sites? You click on the pretty ones?
Anyway. I’m off for coffee.
--Nati
Jono picked up the phone and dialed the mobile number on the business card he’d received last night. 2 p.m. seemed like an all right time to see if the purple-haired girl remembered who he was.
"Hello?"
"Erm. Hi. Is this Natila Grey?" Jono came into the living room, business card in hand and grinning nervously.
"Yes, who’s calling?"
"My name’s Jono. Starsmore. Uhm … I met you last night at Heaven?"
"I met a lot of people last night at Heaven. Can’t remember most of ‘em."
Brian idly listened to the conversation, while checking to see if anyone new had added him on AintIGreat.
"Well, I was there with a friend of mine. I was wearing a Misfits t-shirt and leather trousers, and then there was the ugly tall ponce standing next to me in black jeans and - Oi, mate, you throw my cat at me again and it’ll be the last time you use that hand. Sorry, roommate issues. Anyway …"
Brian glared at Jono menacingly, kitten in hand. He set the kitten down. "That was MY business card, you fuck," he muttered.
"Yeah, well, she gave it to me, now shut up. Sorry, what was that?"
The girl on the other line sighed. "I was just saying that I think I remember you and your friend. Not really all that clearly, but I remember some guy in a Misfits t-shirt."
"Yeah, that’d be me. We didn’t really get a chance to chat then, and I was wondering if you’d maybe like to have a cup of coffee?" Jono wandered back into his room.
Luke looked at Brian. "So you got someone’s number, eh?"
"Piss off."
*********
Nati rubbed her eyes and turned to the computer. Dave knocked on her door.
"Mornin’. You and Risa have a good night?"
"Apparently I just agreed to have coffee with some guy I don’t remember, who said I gave him my card." Nati shook her head. "So I guess we did."
"When’s the coffee?"
"In about an hour and a half." Nati got up and stretched, catlike in her movements. "Suppose I should have a shower."
Dave grinned. "Might be wise."
45 minutes later, as she dressed, she started to hear music. She looked around her room. Stereo is off. Computer is sleeping. "Where is it coming - ow. OW! Mother fuck!" Nati shrieked as she realized the music was in her head, booming happy hardcore from -
"DAVE!"
The volume lessened.
"What?"
"What the FUCK have I told you about playing that shite?" She yelled as she walked across the living room to the kitchen counter, where they kept the paracetamol.
"Oops. Sorry, forgot the ‘no happy hardcore after Nati wakes up’ rule."
"For fuck’s sake, don’t forget again. You know I can’t pipe it out of my head when there’s no one else around."
"I know, I know. What I don’t know is how you deal with that every day."
Nati smiled. "Well, usually I’m surrounded by people. Plus, no radio allowed in the office."
Dave shook his head, puzzled. "I thought you mutants were supposed to do cool things, like fly and save the world and all that. How’d you end up with such a crap lot?"
Nati shrugged and headed for the door, downing a handful of painkillers as she went.
"Nati!"
"What, Dave?"
"Your hair was purple last night, not orange."
"Oh. Shit." She shifted her hair, lengthening it and pulling it up into two knots on either side of her head (above her ears, so as not to have a purple-haired Princess Leia look). "Better?"
"Yep."
*********
From: bitsofsound@gmail.com
To: Brainwaster420@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Re: Bad Dreams
Saturday, 30 June, 15:16:03
Huh. That’s weird that you were at a gay bar. I went out to Heaven last night with my roommate Risa. Which bar were you at?
I guess I did meet someone, albeit briefly. Apparently, I gave him my card, because he called a bit ago.
Sorry about the cut and the nightmare. What happened? I mean, it must have been some kind of fucked up since you said it was "the mother of all nightmares."
Hmmmm … cheering up, cheering up. Maybe later I’ll take some new photos and put them up on AintIGreat. Would that help? I mean, you must have found me attractive; isn’t that the point of these sites? You click on the pretty ones?
Anyway. I’m off for coffee.
--Nati