Payne and Darknyss
Who: Kyle, Juice, Becky, Ethan
Where: Sunset
When: October 1st
Becky happily sat in Sunset, glad to be mostly free of being grounded.
Juice was sitting with Kyle at the Becky table, hanging out
Mari was tending bar tonight- alone! For his first time ever. He was very nervous
Kyle was lurking near Juice, and eyeing the bar every now and then.
"Think he's going to ass it up?" Juice said.
"Ass what up?" asked Becky, who'd been grounded for most of the school year
Ethan was sitting beside Becky, his arm draped comfortably around her.
"The bar," Kyle answered.
"Mari's bartending by himself for the first time," Juice explained.
"That could be entertaining," Ethan said. "Especially if someone asks him for a 'sex on the beach.'"
"Oh. He'll probably do fine." Becky said "He'll be twirling bottles and stuff around before long."
"And if not, hopefully he won't be shipped back to China in a tiny box," Kyle added.
"They wouldn't do that." said Becky "Right?"
"Heck if I know," Kyle shrugged.
"Proabbly not," Juice said. "They might make him go work in a shoe factory or something though."
"Do you get free shoes if you work in a shoe factory?" asked Becky
"Probably not," Kyle said.
"That sucks then." Becky frowned "Faith's new friend that I don't know about gives her free stuff. Maybe we can find a girl like that for Mari."
"Maybe. He's a good kid," Kyle opined.
"Yeah, he's really nice," Juice said.
"So, what else is going on?" asked Becky "I feel out of the loop because I got so grounded."
"Well, I met this new kid named Dot the other day," Juice said. "She's pretty cool"
"Cool!" Becky smiled "That's good... maybe she'll hang out with you, and all of us will hang out."
"Yeah, I told her about the Sunset," Juice said.
"And Jessica is turning to stripping because it pays better than working at the library," Kyle added.
"Jessica?" asked Becky
"Yeah, this chick who always orders three hamburgers," Kyle answered.
"We've got a new librarian at school." said Becky "But 3 hamburgers? I thought strippers were supposed to be skinny."
"Well, she hangs out with a couple of goth chicks, so I guess she buys dinners." Kyle shrugged.
"Just what this town needs, more strippers," Juice said.
"Well, they keep getting eaten or disemboweled or whatever," Kyle reasoned, "so they probably have to be replaced regularly."
Becky frowned. "Nick probably has something to do with it. He likes strippers."
"But anyhow, she always buys three hamburgers. Never drinks," Kyle added. "And apparently she's turning to stripping."
"I don't want to be a stripper." said Becky
"I don't know what I want to be."
"Ninja?" Kyle suggested.
"Ninja's always good," Ethan said. "But if it pays well, it means you're getting shot at."
Kyle shrugged. "And that would be worse than 'citizen of Sunnydale'...how?"
"Naked asbestos handlers in Chernobyl have better life expectancies than residents," Kyle added.
"I don't want to be a ninja." said Becky "I think I want to be a writer."
"Writer is better," Ethan agreed.
"Writing is cool," Kyle nodded.
"You could be a writing ninja," Juice suggested.
"With poisoned pen ink?" Kyle asked.
"Throw pencils instead of stars," Ethan said.
"Invisible ink," said Juice.
"Papercuts of death," Kyle added.
"A sneaky ninja, disguised as a writer." said Becky
"Coffee of scalding doom?" Kyle added.
"Typewriter of Payne," Ethan suggested.
A goth chick looked over briefly before deciding that Ethan probably just meant 'pain', and went back to her gothing.
"Payne and Darknyss." said Becky "The miasma of my soul screams."
Ethan chuckled.
The goth chick's companion peered over. "Yes?"
Juice blinked. "Uh, hey...?"
"Uh...Hi." sad Becky
Ethan waved.
"Hey. You wanted something?" the companion asked.
"Not really." said Becky "We were talking about the payne and darknyss of every day life, and how the miasma of my soul screams in agony."
"Oh, awesome," the companion nodded. "Are you a poet?"
"Yeah." Becky said. It wasn't entirely true- well, it was now. "My poetry is an extension of the agyny of my soul."
"Very deep," the first girl complimented, and both turned their chairs to pay more attention. "Are you going to be reading at the open mic this week?"
Becky quickly shook her head no. "They'd stare, and hear the secrets of the darknyss that invades every pore of my body."
Juice watched bemusedly.
"You can't be a real poet if you don't do open mics," the first girl commented.
"Yeah. The pungent abyss of your soul is miniscule if not given a voice and wings to envelop the wider world."
the second girl added.
"If they laugh at me, I will die." said Becky "I'll die a death from which I cannot return"
"Fear is the only thing that makes death eternal," the second girl rejoined.
"If I'm still alive, I'll read a poem." said Becky "If my soul hasn't been sucked into the depths of hell."
"Relax, you can't possibly be as bad as Daylight Dies," the first girl commented.
"They're not bad," Juice said. "I like the Neck Ruptures, though."
The second girl psshed. "Pop-metal sellouts with more money than talent. The Neck Ruptures are pretty good."
Kyle absently thought that the type of person who'd prefer the Neck Ruptures to Daylight Dies (or to a cat being tortured, for that matter) was... well, missing a few screws, but he remained quiet.
Where: Sunset
When: October 1st
Becky happily sat in Sunset, glad to be mostly free of being grounded.
Juice was sitting with Kyle at the Becky table, hanging out
Mari was tending bar tonight- alone! For his first time ever. He was very nervous
Kyle was lurking near Juice, and eyeing the bar every now and then.
"Think he's going to ass it up?" Juice said.
"Ass what up?" asked Becky, who'd been grounded for most of the school year
Ethan was sitting beside Becky, his arm draped comfortably around her.
"The bar," Kyle answered.
"Mari's bartending by himself for the first time," Juice explained.
"That could be entertaining," Ethan said. "Especially if someone asks him for a 'sex on the beach.'"
"Oh. He'll probably do fine." Becky said "He'll be twirling bottles and stuff around before long."
"And if not, hopefully he won't be shipped back to China in a tiny box," Kyle added.
"They wouldn't do that." said Becky "Right?"
"Heck if I know," Kyle shrugged.
"Proabbly not," Juice said. "They might make him go work in a shoe factory or something though."
"Do you get free shoes if you work in a shoe factory?" asked Becky
"Probably not," Kyle said.
"That sucks then." Becky frowned "Faith's new friend that I don't know about gives her free stuff. Maybe we can find a girl like that for Mari."
"Maybe. He's a good kid," Kyle opined.
"Yeah, he's really nice," Juice said.
"So, what else is going on?" asked Becky "I feel out of the loop because I got so grounded."
"Well, I met this new kid named Dot the other day," Juice said. "She's pretty cool"
"Cool!" Becky smiled "That's good... maybe she'll hang out with you, and all of us will hang out."
"Yeah, I told her about the Sunset," Juice said.
"And Jessica is turning to stripping because it pays better than working at the library," Kyle added.
"Jessica?" asked Becky
"Yeah, this chick who always orders three hamburgers," Kyle answered.
"We've got a new librarian at school." said Becky "But 3 hamburgers? I thought strippers were supposed to be skinny."
"Well, she hangs out with a couple of goth chicks, so I guess she buys dinners." Kyle shrugged.
"Just what this town needs, more strippers," Juice said.
"Well, they keep getting eaten or disemboweled or whatever," Kyle reasoned, "so they probably have to be replaced regularly."
Becky frowned. "Nick probably has something to do with it. He likes strippers."
"But anyhow, she always buys three hamburgers. Never drinks," Kyle added. "And apparently she's turning to stripping."
"I don't want to be a stripper." said Becky
"I don't know what I want to be."
"Ninja?" Kyle suggested.
"Ninja's always good," Ethan said. "But if it pays well, it means you're getting shot at."
Kyle shrugged. "And that would be worse than 'citizen of Sunnydale'...how?"
"Naked asbestos handlers in Chernobyl have better life expectancies than residents," Kyle added.
"I don't want to be a ninja." said Becky "I think I want to be a writer."
"Writer is better," Ethan agreed.
"Writing is cool," Kyle nodded.
"You could be a writing ninja," Juice suggested.
"With poisoned pen ink?" Kyle asked.
"Throw pencils instead of stars," Ethan said.
"Invisible ink," said Juice.
"Papercuts of death," Kyle added.
"A sneaky ninja, disguised as a writer." said Becky
"Coffee of scalding doom?" Kyle added.
"Typewriter of Payne," Ethan suggested.
A goth chick looked over briefly before deciding that Ethan probably just meant 'pain', and went back to her gothing.
"Payne and Darknyss." said Becky "The miasma of my soul screams."
Ethan chuckled.
The goth chick's companion peered over. "Yes?"
Juice blinked. "Uh, hey...?"
"Uh...Hi." sad Becky
Ethan waved.
"Hey. You wanted something?" the companion asked.
"Not really." said Becky "We were talking about the payne and darknyss of every day life, and how the miasma of my soul screams in agony."
"Oh, awesome," the companion nodded. "Are you a poet?"
"Yeah." Becky said. It wasn't entirely true- well, it was now. "My poetry is an extension of the agyny of my soul."
"Very deep," the first girl complimented, and both turned their chairs to pay more attention. "Are you going to be reading at the open mic this week?"
Becky quickly shook her head no. "They'd stare, and hear the secrets of the darknyss that invades every pore of my body."
Juice watched bemusedly.
"You can't be a real poet if you don't do open mics," the first girl commented.
"Yeah. The pungent abyss of your soul is miniscule if not given a voice and wings to envelop the wider world."
the second girl added.
"If they laugh at me, I will die." said Becky "I'll die a death from which I cannot return"
"Fear is the only thing that makes death eternal," the second girl rejoined.
"If I'm still alive, I'll read a poem." said Becky "If my soul hasn't been sucked into the depths of hell."
"Relax, you can't possibly be as bad as Daylight Dies," the first girl commented.
"They're not bad," Juice said. "I like the Neck Ruptures, though."
The second girl psshed. "Pop-metal sellouts with more money than talent. The Neck Ruptures are pretty good."
Kyle absently thought that the type of person who'd prefer the Neck Ruptures to Daylight Dies (or to a cat being tortured, for that matter) was... well, missing a few screws, but he remained quiet.