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TO THE GROUND
"How many chairs do we need to replace?"
"By the look of it, about four maybe five"
"It would have been less if your insane brother hadn't decided to 'help' the fight by leaping off his DJ spot and using a chair as a weapon"
A smile quirked at Matt's mouth as he remembered the sight of Jeff, looking like an insane bird of paradise in a blur of flashing shiny silver and lime green body paint, throwing himself off the DJ booth and into the crowd, landing on one of the fighting patrons. He'd then got up, picked up the nearest empty chair and smashed it into another trouble maker's head, knocking him out-cold. After that, Jeff had disappeared beneath more hulking full-fisted bodies. Remarkably, he'd come out of it unscathed with merely a shrug and a comment that his arm would feel a little stiff in the morning. No wonder his Corvette license plate read 99 LIVES.
"Don't smile about it Matt!" exclaimed Lita, though a laugh had certainly entered her voice as she got the same mental picture "he's gonna be the death of us one day"
"Or more likely himself"
They could hear a small personal stereo playing loudly as Jeff worked. It sounded like Pearl Jam and Jeff sang soulfully along with it, his voice actually complimenting Eddie Vedder's rather than clashing with it. At least he wasn't forcing some of his more unusual music onto them. This Matt could live with completely happily seeing as Pearl Jam were one of his favourite bands. Jeff always had music playing when he worked, saying that it gave him a beat to work to. Matt said that as long as he worked, he could pretty much play what he wanted to.
"So how much do we splash out on?" Lita asked, her mind business focused again
Matt frowned a little. He took care of the financial end of the business and knew what they could spare.
"Well we need to replace the destroyed chairs, a few new curtains and get the floor cleaned up" he summarised "we're talking a few hundred if we're lucky"
"Can we recoup on it?"
"With a week or so, maybe"
"Ok, so if we do the buying this afternoon, then we can do all the hard work this morning, give the girls the chance to practice while we're gone in the afternoon"
"Good plan"
Lita began to pick up the shards of broken chair off the floor with a sad expression on her face. Matt watched her as he worked. She was dressed for rough work in tan baggy cargos and a white wifebeater snipped into a belly top. Her hair, still the same colour as rusty red autumn leaves with thick hot pink streaks through it, was pulled back into a single long braid and her eyes sparkled with carefully applied purple magic. Her anger at the brokenness around her was hidden beneath the surface, only revealed in a tight sad smile marring her features. Matt wished she'd let it out and not keep it in. She'd deal with it better then
Before he could say anything to her and take advantage of the fact that they were alone to talk about it, the doors of the club swung open again and Torrie stumbled in, out of breath.
"It's so cold outside!" she exclaimed, pulling her gloves off
She was dressed in a soft white coat that reached her knees with a huge hood over her head, looking like some sort of winter angel. She tossed her blonde hair out of her eyes and looked around enigmatically. Matt smiled, a more physical opposite of Lita you couldn't find, except perhaps in Trish.
"Sorry I'm a little late, it took forever to get the car started" she explained
Torrie's voice was full of sunny cheerfulness. It was a surprise to hear her so energetic and confident, she usually let Trish do the talking to the bosses and spoke mostly to Trish, Billy and Stacy when she had to. She was involved in her own little world which she shyly ventured out of when the mood forced her to. Recently she'd been more outgoing, especially Lita noticed, since she'd heard the truth about Stacy's domineering behaviour. Something had changed her. It had seemed to break some of the chains surrounding her confidence leaving her freer to enjoy her job and life.
"The rent's gone up a bit too so we're trying to make ends meet as best we can" she continued as she pulled off her coat and dumped it onto a chair
She and Billy had maintained their marital status with a brave smile and a lot of sweet love between them. They seemed proud of the fact that they were together and even though the money was tight, they made the best they could out of their situation. They both worked nights so usually got to spend the days together and managed to scrape by on their wages from jobs they both loved.
"Billy said he'd be along later to help out, he's going to see if there's any holiday work at the garage or workhouse for him" Torrie finished with another smile
Lita smiled at her timid friend. She was dressed for Christmas in a short black skirt with black leather boots reached her knees, sheer black tights and a tight bright red sweater. Add to that her dazzling smile and snow spun gold hair and you had a regular fairy waiting to dance for you. No wonder she and Stacy pulled such numbers into the club.
Torrie had replied with surprising enthusiasm when asked if she'd help get the club back in order for a weekend. She'd promised to arrive as early as possible and even now, was looking round with unmatched determination. She loved a project to sink her teeth into. When she and Billy eventually saved up enough money to buy a small place of their own, she was relishing the chance to decorate the place. Right now, she'd settle for taking care of the club.
"What's that in your hand Li?" she asked suddenly, pointing to the piece of cloth clutched in Lita's hand still
Lita looked down almost guiltily at it and stuffed it into her pocket, trying to get rid of the memory of the message in the dressing room. Torrie drew her eyebrows together in a frown; it was like she didn't want anyone to look at it, least of all herself
"Oh its nothing, just something I picked up clearing around here" Lita answered uncomfortably
"Well it looks like part of one of Stacy's tops to me; you know the royal blue one with just one strap?"
Lita slowly pulled the cloth out of her pocket and looked at it carefully with a face like she'd seen a ghost. It was part of a top. There had been no clothes in the room, Torrie and Stacy usually stored extra outfits and costumes there. He had destroyed and taken Stacy's clothes.
He was getting dangerous; he could be carrying a knife if he cut up the top with it. They'd have to tell the others otherwise, God knows what would happen if he somehow got in if Stacy wasn't here and he wasn't violating his parole. Things were beginning to churn inside of her, things she couldn't control. It was making her queasy.
The cloth fluttered to the ground
TO THE GROUND
"How many chairs do we need to replace?"
"By the look of it, about four maybe five"
"It would have been less if your insane brother hadn't decided to 'help' the fight by leaping off his DJ spot and using a chair as a weapon"
A smile quirked at Matt's mouth as he remembered the sight of Jeff, looking like an insane bird of paradise in a blur of flashing shiny silver and lime green body paint, throwing himself off the DJ booth and into the crowd, landing on one of the fighting patrons. He'd then got up, picked up the nearest empty chair and smashed it into another trouble maker's head, knocking him out-cold. After that, Jeff had disappeared beneath more hulking full-fisted bodies. Remarkably, he'd come out of it unscathed with merely a shrug and a comment that his arm would feel a little stiff in the morning. No wonder his Corvette license plate read 99 LIVES.
"Don't smile about it Matt!" exclaimed Lita, though a laugh had certainly entered her voice as she got the same mental picture "he's gonna be the death of us one day"
"Or more likely himself"
They could hear a small personal stereo playing loudly as Jeff worked. It sounded like Pearl Jam and Jeff sang soulfully along with it, his voice actually complimenting Eddie Vedder's rather than clashing with it. At least he wasn't forcing some of his more unusual music onto them. This Matt could live with completely happily seeing as Pearl Jam were one of his favourite bands. Jeff always had music playing when he worked, saying that it gave him a beat to work to. Matt said that as long as he worked, he could pretty much play what he wanted to.
"So how much do we splash out on?" Lita asked, her mind business focused again
Matt frowned a little. He took care of the financial end of the business and knew what they could spare.
"Well we need to replace the destroyed chairs, a few new curtains and get the floor cleaned up" he summarised "we're talking a few hundred if we're lucky"
"Can we recoup on it?"
"With a week or so, maybe"
"Ok, so if we do the buying this afternoon, then we can do all the hard work this morning, give the girls the chance to practice while we're gone in the afternoon"
"Good plan"
Lita began to pick up the shards of broken chair off the floor with a sad expression on her face. Matt watched her as he worked. She was dressed for rough work in tan baggy cargos and a white wifebeater snipped into a belly top. Her hair, still the same colour as rusty red autumn leaves with thick hot pink streaks through it, was pulled back into a single long braid and her eyes sparkled with carefully applied purple magic. Her anger at the brokenness around her was hidden beneath the surface, only revealed in a tight sad smile marring her features. Matt wished she'd let it out and not keep it in. She'd deal with it better then
Before he could say anything to her and take advantage of the fact that they were alone to talk about it, the doors of the club swung open again and Torrie stumbled in, out of breath.
"It's so cold outside!" she exclaimed, pulling her gloves off
She was dressed in a soft white coat that reached her knees with a huge hood over her head, looking like some sort of winter angel. She tossed her blonde hair out of her eyes and looked around enigmatically. Matt smiled, a more physical opposite of Lita you couldn't find, except perhaps in Trish.
"Sorry I'm a little late, it took forever to get the car started" she explained
Torrie's voice was full of sunny cheerfulness. It was a surprise to hear her so energetic and confident, she usually let Trish do the talking to the bosses and spoke mostly to Trish, Billy and Stacy when she had to. She was involved in her own little world which she shyly ventured out of when the mood forced her to. Recently she'd been more outgoing, especially Lita noticed, since she'd heard the truth about Stacy's domineering behaviour. Something had changed her. It had seemed to break some of the chains surrounding her confidence leaving her freer to enjoy her job and life.
"The rent's gone up a bit too so we're trying to make ends meet as best we can" she continued as she pulled off her coat and dumped it onto a chair
She and Billy had maintained their marital status with a brave smile and a lot of sweet love between them. They seemed proud of the fact that they were together and even though the money was tight, they made the best they could out of their situation. They both worked nights so usually got to spend the days together and managed to scrape by on their wages from jobs they both loved.
"Billy said he'd be along later to help out, he's going to see if there's any holiday work at the garage or workhouse for him" Torrie finished with another smile
Lita smiled at her timid friend. She was dressed for Christmas in a short black skirt with black leather boots reached her knees, sheer black tights and a tight bright red sweater. Add to that her dazzling smile and snow spun gold hair and you had a regular fairy waiting to dance for you. No wonder she and Stacy pulled such numbers into the club.
Torrie had replied with surprising enthusiasm when asked if she'd help get the club back in order for a weekend. She'd promised to arrive as early as possible and even now, was looking round with unmatched determination. She loved a project to sink her teeth into. When she and Billy eventually saved up enough money to buy a small place of their own, she was relishing the chance to decorate the place. Right now, she'd settle for taking care of the club.
"What's that in your hand Li?" she asked suddenly, pointing to the piece of cloth clutched in Lita's hand still
Lita looked down almost guiltily at it and stuffed it into her pocket, trying to get rid of the memory of the message in the dressing room. Torrie drew her eyebrows together in a frown; it was like she didn't want anyone to look at it, least of all herself
"Oh its nothing, just something I picked up clearing around here" Lita answered uncomfortably
"Well it looks like part of one of Stacy's tops to me; you know the royal blue one with just one strap?"
Lita slowly pulled the cloth out of her pocket and looked at it carefully with a face like she'd seen a ghost. It was part of a top. There had been no clothes in the room, Torrie and Stacy usually stored extra outfits and costumes there. He had destroyed and taken Stacy's clothes.
He was getting dangerous; he could be carrying a knife if he cut up the top with it. They'd have to tell the others otherwise, God knows what would happen if he somehow got in if Stacy wasn't here and he wasn't violating his parole. Things were beginning to churn inside of her, things she couldn't control. It was making her queasy.
The cloth fluttered to the ground