The sound of a sledgehammer explodes out of nowhere. The wall shudders. Chunks of plaster crash to the floor. The air fills with new swirls of white dust. The sledgehammer smashes into view. Beams of sunlight cut through the cracks, piercing the atmosphere like searchlights in a fog. A huge section of wall falls as more plaster billows into the air.
"Damn! What a fucking mess!" Jude exclaimed.
"I told you so!" Connor teases Jude. "You can't say that I didn't tell you so. Now, I can perform my 'I told you so dance' all I want!"
"Hush you!" Jude says playfully. "Let's get back to knocking down this wall."
"Ok, ok. Man, I can't wait to finish up this place, babe." Says an excited Connor.
"Me either."
Connor starts coughing.
"Connor what's wrong?"
"Use your mask, dummy." Jude says before laughing at Connor's dismay.
"Alright, alright!" Connor says before he hisses at Jude.
"You two are very sick." Noah remarks with a smirk on his face.
"Tell me something that I don't already know." Connor responds as he is putting on his mask.
"Enough chit chat, boys. Let's get back to work." Jude says.
"Connor, I think you found yourself a dictator."
"God, Noah, you are so stupid." Jude laughs and they all get back to work.
"Money this, that, the other…..Cause I come home to you!" Connor sings as his hammer pounds the wall. Jude and Noah laughs at him.
Jude Jacob, who is 29, has a bandanna covering his brown hair and a workman's mask over his nose. Connor Stevens, also 29, is also hidden behind a mask, but he has a strong forehead and handsome features. Sweat is dripping down his brow, leaving streaks in the dust and his dirty blonde hair. Noah, 30, removes his mask revealing a good looking young man with a fashionable two day stubble. All the men have their shirts off, continuing to knock down the wall. Suddenly a shaft of light penetrates the darkness. Another thud to the wall and more light enters the room. The men see a hole. The hook of a crowbar enters it, grappling with something around the edges. Then, with a tug and a loud yank, a huge section of tin ceiling crashes to the floor. Huge clouds of dust fly into the air. Jude looks up, astonished.
"Connor look, there's a whole eight feet up there."
"And about eighty years of dust." Noah says.
"We have all this height, Connor. "You know what we could do with all this height Connor?"
"Get a trampoline so that the three of us can jump like we're crazy?"
"Connor that is an awesome idea!" Noah says.
"No babe. We could add a second floor and put our bedroom upstairs. That would leave all this space."
"Space? For what?" Asked a confused Connor, eyeing him curiously.
"For space. Just space."
"Ooh. Jude, being ominous? What is your plan?"
"Nothing Noah."
"I don't know about you, but all this space would be great for bumper cars." Connor says dreamily.
Noah laughs as he looks at Connor. Their bodies, covered with white powder, appear as strange, ghostly figures.
"Connor, may I tell you something without getting offended?"
"That depends. What's on your mind, Noah?"
"Connor, this may be none of my business, but I'm concerned you're doing too much coke."
Connor then glances down at his white body. They all laugh.
"Hey, Connor, turn around." Jude says.
Connor obeys. Jude doodles on his chest, drawing a bow tie and the outline of a tuxedo jacket. His lines are quick, accomplished, and subtly erotic.
"Perfect! This is my best piece yet!" Jude exclaims.
"What about me?" Noah pouts as he offers his body. Connor laughs. Jude nods. He reaches out and superimposes an armless female torso over his. His stomach jumps sensually as he touches it. Jude pulls back to admire his work. Noah looks like a Greek statue.
"Are you happy now?" Jude asks.
"Happy? I fucking love it! I'm never washing again!"
"Ok. That's just fucking sick." Connor says, but he laughs. They all laugh.
Jude, Connor, and Noah are holding their sledgehammers. Jude begins to count.
"All together now." Jude tells Connor and Noah.
"Ok." The other two respond.
"One." They strike the wall with their hammers. The wall shakes.
"Two." They pound again. The wall begins to give way.
"Three." In unison, they hit it once more. A massive section of plaster and metal topples to the ground. New clouds of dust fill the air. Suddenly, Connor spies an old jar lying on the floor and he picks it up. Something rattles inside it, a penny.
"Hey, look what I found! There's a penny inside." Connor says.
"Will you let me see it?" Jude wonders and Connor hands it to Jude.
"For luck in our new loft. It's a good omen." Connor says, but Jude shakes his head, disagreeing.
"You're the good omen." He glances at him lovingly.
Noah looks at the two of them and grins.
As the dust settles we see, for the first time, the outlines of the space they are working in. It is a huge loft over four thousand square feet. Banks of windows run east and west. Jude steps back and admires the room.
"It's gorgeous." Jude states.
"You guys lucked out. You really lucked out." Noah tells them. "Hell, I bet you could sell it tomorrow and double your investment."
"Sell it? Noah, we just bought it." Jude tells him.
"What I wouldn't do for a place like this. This place is really amazing." Noah sighs.
"It's gonna be great." Connor remarks.
Hey guys,
Hope you enjoyed what I have so far for my first Jonnor piece. Questions and Complements are always welcomed. Shall I continue or what?
LA :)