This story will be based loosely on the movie, but please don't shoot me if the carpet has the wrong colour etc. There will be a woman involved, a fact that could have changed the story completely, as far as I understand it.
So I'm not quite sure where this road will lead me, but I hope you'll enjoy this journey with me.
Rated M for language and smut that will come soon! Reviews welcome!
Ornithology
1. Billy, birds and business
Freddy seems unusually stressed when he enters the room. Wonder why. The smell of handmade Italian leather shoes lingers around him as always and even after two months it still goes straight into my nose and I want the fucking things. Pah! He'll see! They all will!
A new bird follows him in. Unusual, too…and not his normal type. Reddish brown hair in a long, stern ponytail. No smile. Looking all business in her knee-long black skirt. Sure her name starts with "J". But Freddy Mays doesn't discuss business with his skinny birds. Never. Unusual. Interesting.
Freddy pours himself a drink and starts talking 'bout work though. Seems like Billy, the newbie, had the same thought like me. Shuffles around in his fucking seed and finally mumbles: "Do you really wanna talk 'bout this stuff with a birdie in here, Freddy?"
Boy, boy… You're so not going to make it anywhere here. You don't interrupt Freddy Mays! You don't question his actions! And you sure as hell don't tell him who's in for the listening!
The moment after the new gorilla had spoken, was followed by silence. The boss was struggling with the impulse of sudden rage caused by this interruption. Mad John and Tommy knew the woman and thus were clever enough to keep their mouths' well shut. The others were… well – at least clever enough to know that you didn't interrupt Freddy Mays unless you felt a certain death wish.
Nevertheless it was the girl who spoke up first, smiling suspiciously sweet and unwavering in Billy's direction: "Sweetie – this birdie will fry your eggs for fucking breakfast if only one more word comes out of your stupid mouth this evening!" And with that she went back to ignoring him completely.
Well, who'd thought of that? A talking bird – or not a bird as she made clear – surely none of the skinny things Freddy takes to his apartment every now and then. Seems like this day was going to get an interesting end. Good fucking thing! I'm in for some action. Week had been far too quiet for my liking…