About one year after Wembley…
Galileo Figaro or "The Dreamer" was still in bed and showing absolutely no signs of getting up, just watching his 'bad arsed-babe' clean up around him.
"Gazza will you get up?! I'm trying to clean!" Scaramouche said irritably at him.
"But babe, I've got some much more important things to do." And he slowly raised himself up from the bed, so Scara wouldn't know he was moving.
Vaguely interested, his girlfriend replied "What's that then?" and at that point he jumped out of bed and grabbed he around the waist before she had barely had time to register he'd moved.
"This…" and kissed her passionately on the mouth.
"Gaz…."
"Scara…" As he gently leads her to the bed,
"Gaz, I've got to…" and at that moment another person entered the room. A rebel chick, scantily dressed with a tiny black mini skirt and huge boots, with just a bra on her top, with a Scottish accent said,
"C'on guys, we gotta go set up for tonight," and started digging through Scara's clothes.
Gaz let go of Scara with a groan, "Great timing as ever Meatloaf!"
"Wha'? Oh yeah, right," she said taking no notice of what anyone said.
"Meat, what are you looking for?" Scara said, with a hint of exasperation,
"I've run outta clothes for the show tonigh', so I need ta borrow summit, Meat said, not taking her eyes off her task.
"Well Meat," Gaz said slowly as if talking to a child, "You know there won't be any clothes if you don't wash them."
Scara looked at Gaz in disbelief, "Look who's talking now!"
"What? Why?"
"Can I just ask what I was just trying to do?" Scara asked with sarcasm.
"'Mouche, you're just becomin' ay domestic Goddess. Or maybe," Scara could tell she wasn't going to like the next bit by the look on her friend's face, "Maybe you're jus' turning into a little ol' housewife!" And she let out a laugh, not so different from a cackle.
"Oh right. Ha Ha. You're so funny. Not! At least our room looks reasonable. And can I just remind you, who is looking through who's clean clothes?!"
"Aye, yeah," Meat took her friend's comeback gladly, "Canna borro' this?" Scara answered Meat as she was already leaving,
"But I want it clean when you bring it back!!" She shouted to Meat's retreating back.
There was a thoughtful pause. Gaz is the one to break the silence. "You know what?"
"What?" Scara glumly replied.
"I think you're mellowing out in your old age babe". He opened his arms and moved toward her, thinking to finish what they had been about to start earlier.
"Thank you Gaz! Just what I wanted to hear!" she said, anger raising her voice slightly, as she ducked under his arms and stormed out of the room.
"Maybe not the right thing to say Gaz!" And with that he slapped himself on the forehead and fell face first onto the bed.