Author's note: This was written a few years ago, too. It is based on the original Rocky Horror starring Tim Curry.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any part of "The Rocky Horror picture show" or the Play "Rocky Horror show."
Rating: T for literary suggestive sexuality. Gee willikers.
Characters: Dr. Frank-N-Furter and a really, really dumb worker.
Sweets for the sweet.
Frank lifts himself up onto a thick, low-set window ledge at a store front and eases down to sit neatly with his legs crossed.
The young man a few steps away from him turns about, interrupted by his overall presence and briefly gives Frank a once-over before returning to his toolbox and does a double-take when he finally realizes that the being next to him - lazy-eyed and swinging it's gams- is in fact, NOT a woman.
Frank glances at the tool in the man's hand and asks "What's that?" His mouth is stuffed full of hard candy.
"A screwdriver." The young man answers with more than a hint of arrogance.
"Why do you have it?" Frank asks. He's looking particularly playful.
"I'm fixing this sign. It's loose." The man points to the swinging sign above the door.
If it's loose, then you must screw it.
Frank lolls his tongue about and blinks. "What an unusual handle it has." He refers to the tool's firm, red, rubber; three and a half inch thick handle.
Frank-N-Furter's legs are coated with cold sweat, as are his forearms and chest. His dress is heavily scented with perfume and smoke but the sex-like musk of his sweat is stronger even though he is in the shade.
The man pays almost no heed to his comment and begins to set up a step ladder.
Frank asks "Do you want some HARD CANDY?"
"No thanks."
