" So what'cha do?"
www/JamestheMorrinsDOTcom, or just James for short, glanced up nervously at the woman in the cell across from him. He swallowed hard. " What do you mean?" he asked quietly.
The woman rolled her eyes. " What. Did. You. Do.... to end up at pigs headquarters? Shit, I always knew you zone clones and plastic bitches were slow but jeez!"
James sat up taller and glared at the woman. " I am- was a worker in the security department of Global Soft Headquarters for your information! I haven't been called a zone clone since virtual high!" he slumped back down once more " I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." he muttered.
The woman snorted. " Aren't we all?" she asked cryptically, running a hand through her toussled hair. It was the standard Gaga bob cut... but dyed dark blue and tied in thousands of braids. James noted the feathers and beads laced through her shocking hair. He cleared his throat.
" Are you... are you a bohemian?"
She smirked and gave him a wink. " Got that in one sweetheart. The name's Billy. Billy Talent."
***
" Hey, Gaga man."
James let out a sigh and turned his head, glaring tiredly at Billy. " I have a name you know." he sighed.
Billy wrinkled her nose. " Yeah, a Gaga one. No way in hell am I calling you that."
" Well... what do you want to call me?"
Billy cocked her head to one side, her brow furrowed as her brain racked though the faded names she recalled from the pah-sters at the Heartbreak. A wide grin formed on her face when she found the perfect one.
"Eddie" she said simply.
***
" Billy?"
" Yeah Eddie?"
" Do you think we'll ever get out of here?"
" Sure I do."
" How can you be so sure?"
" I just am. Now shut it."