Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl Part 4/?
Title: Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl Part 4/?
Rating: PG-13 for now and forever just to cover my @$$ for some of my characters swearing like sailors.
Pairing(s): Iron Maven/Babe Ruthless, past Bliss/Oliver mentions, some Eva Destruction/Rosa Sparks and some Eva/Anything with a pulse
Disclaimer: I, Jessjessbinks, being of insane mind and slightly out of shape body do so solemnly swear that I shall never claim ownership to any materials referenced or paid homage to in this work of fiction. Namely: one book Derby Girl by Shauna Cross, one movie Whip It! based on aforementioned book, one band Juliette and the Licks the real life band of one actress in the aforementioned movie, or one song Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl from which my work of fiction takes its name.
A/N: If you haven't heard the song its not all that relevant but its good.
A/N Part Deux: This fanfic is based heavily on the movie, with certain book elements thrown in for good measure (and good Roller Derby names).
A/N Part Tres: Comments, concerns, questions, and general feedback are made of win!
A/N FOUR: Sorry sorry sorry, I have been uber busy. Sorry again, don't hate me.
"Fine, the shoes are a gateway drug" Chapter 1
"Safety is sexy!" Chapter 2
"Screw you and your grandmother's Chevy Celebrity!" Chapter 3
Wasn’t it bad enough to give Johnny Rocket a microphone during Derby, but for him to be unofficial DJ at the party too? But the TXRD was a family and they kept things in the family. Rosa worked at a company that was used to print and make all of the TXRD promos and merchandise. Honey Suckit worked at a party store that supplied the ‘adult beverages’ sold at bouts. So it wasn’t surprising that Johnny was here, but that didn’t stop it from being worthy of an eye roll.
“What’s a birthday party without birthday cake? But our late arrivals have that covered.” Somehow a spotlight had been jerry rigged to showcase the entrance to the store. In the spill of light stood the entire Holy Rollers team, each member looking all kinds of hot in leather, black, tight clothes, or some mixture of the three. Together they held a large black cake in the shape of a skate. One the chocolate frosting was scrawled ‘Happy Birthday Ruthless.’ If ever Bliss wanted to emulate an ostrich and burry her head in the sand, or appropriate substitute such as couch cushions, that desire doubled when Johnny decided to lead everyone in a rousing chorus of ‘Happy Birthday.’
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, Ruthless,
Happy Birthday to you.
After the general singing stopped a few voices continued singing: ‘May you live one hundred years. May you drink a million beers. Get plastered you bastard. Happy Birthday to you.’ Bliss elbowed the nearest singer: her, supposed, best friend Pash. But, as best friends will do, Pash simply laughed while they watched the Holy Rollers brought the cake forward on a hastily erected card table. Any Derby Girl with in range decided to help pepper the cake with far more candles than the appropriate eighteen.
When the forest of candles had been lit Maggie urged Bliss to blow them out. The Bliss of last year, who had only been able to blow out about half of the candles on her cake, was gone. Babe Ruthless took a deep breath and attempted to blow out all of the candles, or risk being teased by her friends. And she did, almost. Someone had thought it funny to put one trick candle on the cake. And Bliss somehow managed to blow out all of the candles but that one. But there was another way to extinguish that flame: licking her fingers and clamping them tightly around the burning wick.
Once the cake was cut and people queued up to have a slice some of the Derby Girls dropped off presents. Not all were labeled, some were badly wrapped, but all came with some variant of ‘don’t thank me’ or ‘its no big deal.’ Some gifts were CDs, t-shirts, assorted random knickknacks, and all were amusing. And if Bliss was slightly disappointed when Maven didn’t drop anything on to the stack of gifts, she’d thought they’d progressed to a friendship of sorts, the young woman didn’t show it.
The party broke up rather quickly, or at leas the part concerning the birthday girl. Riley had fallen asleep on Pash, despite the influence of cake and coke (which Smashley wasn’t supposed to give him). And Maggie kicked everyone out because she wasn’t letting them stay when she had to leave, but a general consensus was that the party would continue at Hot Tub Johnny’s. People said their goodbyes to Bliss and Maggie, some even to Pash, as they headed home or to continue the party. Bliss didn’t see Maven but she didn’t ask where the older woman was.
With the party-goers gone Bliss and Pash (having set Riley down to sleep off his sugar coma) helped Maggie and Smashley clean up. Bliss took mismatched utensils to the tiny break room kitchen to wash them. Once she had cleaned the forks and such Bliss put them away in the drawers of the tiny kitchenette before leaving the back room. She’d almost made it back to the showroom when a voice stopped her. “Thought I’d leave without saying goodbye, Ruthless? Or without giving you a gift?” Maven asked, leaning against the wall in a perfect example of Holy Roller clothes: tight, black leather jacket and tight jeans with an indiscriminately dark colored shirt underneath the jacket.
“No,” Bliss said with faked casualness, but the look Maven shot her made the younger woman tell the truth. “Ok, yes.” If Bliss was expecting a scolding from the Holy Rollers captain she was mistaken.
Maven tossed a small box at the birthday girl, which Bliss caught effortlessly. Popping off the top Bliss blinked and looked at Maven, stuttering out, “You didn’t have to do this.”
“You haven’t even taken it out of the box,” Maven replied, withdrawing a thin chain with a small copper pendent from the box. The small circle looked a lot like the Holy Rollers medallions but instead said ‘HURL SCOUT’ with 22 in the center. “Lemme help you put it on.”
Without waiting for permission Maven made her way behind Bliss and clasped the chain around her neck. The warm touch and the presence of someone behind her both made Bliss shudder and the hair on her neck rise. “Thanks, its really nice,” Bliss stammered out, finally.
“Its not a big deal, but I figured you’d like it. Especially since you stare at it, and my boobs, a lot.” Bliss blushed scarlet and spluttered before Maven cut her off with a harsh laugh. “Just don’t forget about Roller Derby while you are living the high life in the big city.”
In their weekly practices Bliss had told Maven about her summer plans: spending a month in New York with Pash so that the other girl could get accustomed to the city before she started at Columbia, then a month with her parents (and Shania) at Grandma Cavendar’s, then moving in to her own apartment in Austin for the fall semester at the University of Texas.
“I won’t,” Bliss said in a small voice. She couldn’t refute Maven’s accusation of staring at the other woman’s boobs, because she had. Which had led to an uptick in the number of conversations about lesbians with Pash, something the two girls had been talking about since they were sophomores and ‘being gay’ was the newest fad at Bodeen High School.
“Good.” Maven leaned in, almost as if to hug Bliss but the shorter woman froze when she felt lips touching her cheek, more the corner of her lips than the actual cheek. “See you Ruthless,” Maven drawled as she withdrew, walking away without another word.
Rating: PG-13 for now and forever just to cover my @$$ for some of my characters swearing like sailors.
Pairing(s): Iron Maven/Babe Ruthless, past Bliss/Oliver mentions, some Eva Destruction/Rosa Sparks and some Eva/Anything with a pulse
Disclaimer: I, Jessjessbinks, being of insane mind and slightly out of shape body do so solemnly swear that I shall never claim ownership to any materials referenced or paid homage to in this work of fiction. Namely: one book Derby Girl by Shauna Cross, one movie Whip It! based on aforementioned book, one band Juliette and the Licks the real life band of one actress in the aforementioned movie, or one song Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl from which my work of fiction takes its name.
A/N: If you haven't heard the song its not all that relevant but its good.
A/N Part Deux: This fanfic is based heavily on the movie, with certain book elements thrown in for good measure (and good Roller Derby names).
A/N Part Tres: Comments, concerns, questions, and general feedback are made of win!
A/N FOUR: Sorry sorry sorry, I have been uber busy. Sorry again, don't hate me.
"Fine, the shoes are a gateway drug" Chapter 1
"Safety is sexy!" Chapter 2
"Screw you and your grandmother's Chevy Celebrity!" Chapter 3
Wasn’t it bad enough to give Johnny Rocket a microphone during Derby, but for him to be unofficial DJ at the party too? But the TXRD was a family and they kept things in the family. Rosa worked at a company that was used to print and make all of the TXRD promos and merchandise. Honey Suckit worked at a party store that supplied the ‘adult beverages’ sold at bouts. So it wasn’t surprising that Johnny was here, but that didn’t stop it from being worthy of an eye roll.
“What’s a birthday party without birthday cake? But our late arrivals have that covered.” Somehow a spotlight had been jerry rigged to showcase the entrance to the store. In the spill of light stood the entire Holy Rollers team, each member looking all kinds of hot in leather, black, tight clothes, or some mixture of the three. Together they held a large black cake in the shape of a skate. One the chocolate frosting was scrawled ‘Happy Birthday Ruthless.’ If ever Bliss wanted to emulate an ostrich and burry her head in the sand, or appropriate substitute such as couch cushions, that desire doubled when Johnny decided to lead everyone in a rousing chorus of ‘Happy Birthday.’
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, Ruthless,
Happy Birthday to you.
After the general singing stopped a few voices continued singing: ‘May you live one hundred years. May you drink a million beers. Get plastered you bastard. Happy Birthday to you.’ Bliss elbowed the nearest singer: her, supposed, best friend Pash. But, as best friends will do, Pash simply laughed while they watched the Holy Rollers brought the cake forward on a hastily erected card table. Any Derby Girl with in range decided to help pepper the cake with far more candles than the appropriate eighteen.
When the forest of candles had been lit Maggie urged Bliss to blow them out. The Bliss of last year, who had only been able to blow out about half of the candles on her cake, was gone. Babe Ruthless took a deep breath and attempted to blow out all of the candles, or risk being teased by her friends. And she did, almost. Someone had thought it funny to put one trick candle on the cake. And Bliss somehow managed to blow out all of the candles but that one. But there was another way to extinguish that flame: licking her fingers and clamping them tightly around the burning wick.
Once the cake was cut and people queued up to have a slice some of the Derby Girls dropped off presents. Not all were labeled, some were badly wrapped, but all came with some variant of ‘don’t thank me’ or ‘its no big deal.’ Some gifts were CDs, t-shirts, assorted random knickknacks, and all were amusing. And if Bliss was slightly disappointed when Maven didn’t drop anything on to the stack of gifts, she’d thought they’d progressed to a friendship of sorts, the young woman didn’t show it.
The party broke up rather quickly, or at leas the part concerning the birthday girl. Riley had fallen asleep on Pash, despite the influence of cake and coke (which Smashley wasn’t supposed to give him). And Maggie kicked everyone out because she wasn’t letting them stay when she had to leave, but a general consensus was that the party would continue at Hot Tub Johnny’s. People said their goodbyes to Bliss and Maggie, some even to Pash, as they headed home or to continue the party. Bliss didn’t see Maven but she didn’t ask where the older woman was.
With the party-goers gone Bliss and Pash (having set Riley down to sleep off his sugar coma) helped Maggie and Smashley clean up. Bliss took mismatched utensils to the tiny break room kitchen to wash them. Once she had cleaned the forks and such Bliss put them away in the drawers of the tiny kitchenette before leaving the back room. She’d almost made it back to the showroom when a voice stopped her. “Thought I’d leave without saying goodbye, Ruthless? Or without giving you a gift?” Maven asked, leaning against the wall in a perfect example of Holy Roller clothes: tight, black leather jacket and tight jeans with an indiscriminately dark colored shirt underneath the jacket.
“No,” Bliss said with faked casualness, but the look Maven shot her made the younger woman tell the truth. “Ok, yes.” If Bliss was expecting a scolding from the Holy Rollers captain she was mistaken.
Maven tossed a small box at the birthday girl, which Bliss caught effortlessly. Popping off the top Bliss blinked and looked at Maven, stuttering out, “You didn’t have to do this.”
“You haven’t even taken it out of the box,” Maven replied, withdrawing a thin chain with a small copper pendent from the box. The small circle looked a lot like the Holy Rollers medallions but instead said ‘HURL SCOUT’ with 22 in the center. “Lemme help you put it on.”
Without waiting for permission Maven made her way behind Bliss and clasped the chain around her neck. The warm touch and the presence of someone behind her both made Bliss shudder and the hair on her neck rise. “Thanks, its really nice,” Bliss stammered out, finally.
“Its not a big deal, but I figured you’d like it. Especially since you stare at it, and my boobs, a lot.” Bliss blushed scarlet and spluttered before Maven cut her off with a harsh laugh. “Just don’t forget about Roller Derby while you are living the high life in the big city.”
In their weekly practices Bliss had told Maven about her summer plans: spending a month in New York with Pash so that the other girl could get accustomed to the city before she started at Columbia, then a month with her parents (and Shania) at Grandma Cavendar’s, then moving in to her own apartment in Austin for the fall semester at the University of Texas.
“I won’t,” Bliss said in a small voice. She couldn’t refute Maven’s accusation of staring at the other woman’s boobs, because she had. Which had led to an uptick in the number of conversations about lesbians with Pash, something the two girls had been talking about since they were sophomores and ‘being gay’ was the newest fad at Bodeen High School.
“Good.” Maven leaned in, almost as if to hug Bliss but the shorter woman froze when she felt lips touching her cheek, more the corner of her lips than the actual cheek. “See you Ruthless,” Maven drawled as she withdrew, walking away without another word.