Disclaimer: I don't own Rocky Horror, its Twentieth Century Fox's property and the work of our beloved Richard O'Brien!

Author's Note: A new chapter so soon? See, I told you I was back! You get a nice long chapter today. I could have split it in half and made it two chapters but it was always one in my head, it flows decently like this. Again, please read and review if you want more, I REALLY thrive on it! I had fun with this one so I hope you have fun reading it.


Frank, having called one of those taxi cabs, arrived at the suburban house around 8.30pm. The party started around 7pm, but even earthlings knew the stars had to arrive fashionably late. Perhaps some hip Transylvanian had already assimilated with Earth culture and taught them that. As Frank got out of the cab he surveyed the area. Nothing could be said about the house except that it was what he had already learnt to be your stereotypical white picket fenced house, like the rest of the houses on this boring street. The loud music and the number of earth transportation vehicles parked out the front indicated that was indeed the house holding the party. The state of these vehicles and their apparent age said enough to Frank to know what kind of people were attending this party. Riff Raff had noticed that younger earthlings, estimated to be between sixteen and twenty five or so, usually owned older more decrepit vehicles, not unlike their truck, Frank had added that scratches in the vehicle's paint indicated a recklessness that may be seen as cool by some parties. Also, there was one of those motorbikes here, they had learnt from films that motorbikes were for cool people also. They had spent an afternoon in town one day guessing what type of people owned vehicles in a car park and see who was correct when the owner arrived. Magenta gave up quickly and stopped participating, and her disinterest had eventually lead to Frank getting exasperated and they went home.

Enough of that though, the important thing was that these people were young, somewhat hip, judging by Columbia they were in their early twenties, and this was clearly Bobby Turner's parent's house. Frank had dressed the best he could while maintaining who he was. He had worn tight leather pants accompanied with studded heeled boots with a feminine feel, a tight black tank top, and his favourite leather jacket. He'd still worn his makeup but instead of his usual look he wore a foundation that was closer to his skin colour, worn lipstick without lip liner, toned down the eye shadow a lot, but left the eyeliner exactly as it usually is. He'd noticed a lot of these rock stars wore make up, particularly eyeliner, so surely this would be fine. When he strutted into the party, as much as he toned it down, people still chose to stare at him. Frank didn't mind this though, he loved being looked at, adored it. He even made a point to wink at a particularly good looking boy sitting to the side and smiled to himself as he watched the boy blush and look away. As tempting as it was, however, to go see how many of these earthlings he could flirt with, he was here for one catch in particular – that cute pink haired girl. There was something about her, a spark that made her seem Transylvanian even; a diamond amongst most of this roughage.

Frank found her quick enough, she was easy to spot with that pink hair as a beacon, dancing with a couple of plainer looking girls on the makeshift dance floor. She wore some make up tonight and it only helped to enhance the otherworldly feeling to her beauty. She wasn't trying too hard to wear dresses like the other girls. This girl, Columbia was wearing a sleeveless pink blouse tucked into high wasted blue hot pants with blue socks and what appeared to be tap shoes, showing off those amazing legs, and she looked gorgeous. Frank smirked to himself, thinking he'd found the perfect girl to have some fun with and relieve some of this… tension. Frank walked up behind her, without her noticing, and prepared himself with a seductive smile.

"Good evening." His deep voice came. Columbia jumped with a squeak of that high voice of hers, making Frank's smile pull further and he let out a small chuckle. She turned around and bounced a little on the spot.

"Frank!" She exclaimed.

"Give you a fright, did I?" Frank asked, raising an eyebrow in a flirting manner. Columbia smiled and looked down shyly. She grabbed hold of Frank's manicured hand with both of her delicate hands and pulled him off the dancing… area… to where the music wasn't quite so loud.

"I can't believe it!" She exclaimed and gestured up and down to his body. "How did you get in here? It's a private party." Frank laughed a little bit more and tilted his head.

"I told you, my dear," he held up his hand and looked at his nails. "I can get into anywhere." She titled her head, mimicking him, and giggled, looking him in the eyes.

"You're something else, you know that?" They held each other's gaze for a moment, Frank flirty, Columbia in awe, before Frank spoke.

"So what do you say, shall we continue talking or shall we get you back dancing?" He asked, moving closer to her.

"Well," She moved closer to him. "I'd like to dance some more, if you don't mind. I kind of love dancing." The girl just seemed to bubble over with energy at every move.

"Mmm, I can tell, just by looking at those things." He nodded down at her feet. Columbia held one foot up and moved it around, admiring her own tap shoes. She then looked up at Frank and he added. "Just my type of girl." Columbia giggled and dragged Frank back over to where he had found her.

The night passed with nothing but dancing and drinking. Frank and Columbia left the party with Columbia tucked under Frank's arm, as they waited, standing on the lawn, for a taxi to come. Frank had missed playing with someone like this – flirty, touching – it was all so much fun to him.

"You know," Signs of Columbia's intoxication was heard in her voice, slurring her words ever so slightly. "I don't think I've had so much fun with a boy since my high school crush." She grinned widely and placed her head on Frank's chest. This girl got infatuated quickly, and if Riff Raff was here he'd warn Frank that this could be worrisome if the girl got attached and become a jeopardy to the mission, but the blonde wasn't here and all Frank wanted was Columbia, to feel what human's felt like, to feel what this unique girl felt like.

"Oh really?" Frank asked, not paying attention and not interested, he was only interested in moving her from under his arm to feel her hips. "And what happened to him?" He smelt her hair.

"I don't know." Columbia spoke, leaning back into Frank. "Something happened and he just disappeared."

"Oh, well that's too bad." Frank whispered into her ear then moved his mouth down ever so slightly. "For him." And he kissed her neck, causing the girl to giggle and lean further into him.

The taxi arrived out front of the house. Columbia didn't seem to notice, but Frank did, and he smiled to himself before whispering in Columbia's ear once again.

"Have you ever been to a castle?"


It was late Friday night once again and Eddie found himself working the last shift of the pizzeria… again. It didn't overly matter though, because Eddie always brought the party to him. He and the other dude out back had agreed on a certain list of songs, stolen a bunch of coins from the register, and were blasting the jukebox, they had brought in a couple of six packs of beer – and a garbage bag to discard of the evidence – and Eddie was currently in the process of requiring an item to end the night off well.

Jack, a friend from three towns over, had the bag of white powder placed on the counter that should have been polished hours ago, about the time Eddie was polishing his saxophone. Eddie whistled and raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, that'll hit the spot alright." He said with a grin. Jack didn't smile, rather he frowned.

"I'd love to give it to you Eddie," He said "But you owe me a lot of money, bud." There was a sound of a laugh at the end of that sentence. Nervous maybe? Or trying to joke off a serious statement to take the edge off of it? Eddie didn't really care.

"Ah! Hang on." Eddie said, flashing a friendly smile. He bent down to his saxophone case that was kept with the beer on the bottom of his side of the counter, and pulled out a rather big bag of… well, he wouldn't be putting it on a customer's pizza, though he'd been tempted to put it on his own once or twice.. He held the bag up, shaking it as if to show it off before placing onto the counter next to the much smaller bag.

"I know it's not enough for all of the cash I owe ya, but," He pushed the bag towards Jack. "I was thinking you could accept this as a payment." Jack eyed the two bags and then eyed Eddie himself. With most people this was probably not enough but with Eddie, well, Eddie just had a way with people.

"Yeah, it'll do." Jack shrugged as he picked up the larger bag.

The entrance bell charmed.

"Uh, someone's here but," Eddie grabbed his friend on the arm "Thanks man, you're making this bearable."

"Whatever." It wasn't hostile, it was more of a shrug. "Let me know if you ever get a weekend free." He said as he walked to the door.

"Will do." The new customers caught sight of Eddie shoving the small bag into his pocket as they sat down at a table. The man seemed to eye it, while the woman seemed as if she couldn't care less as grabbed hold of the male's hand. Doesn't look like he has to worry about getting fired over these two.

Hang on.

Eddie remembered these two, it was Major Tom and Angie. He hadn't seen any of these people since the first time they stalked in here. They were dressed similar but differently this time – nicer. He noted that the male was still wearing boots with a decent heel.

Eddie got from behind the counter to talk to them. It was then that he noticed the bruises and stitches on Major Tom. He must have gotten into a brawl to earn those bruises.

"Hey!" Here said cheerfully walking up to them. Angie looked up at him suddenly, Major Tom stared in place for a moment, as if contemplating the reasons for the interruptions before also looking up.

"Hello?" Major Tom seemed to question the need for any interruptions.

"I was here last time you came in with your boss. You're the brother and sis that work for the guy in the makeup, right?" Major Tom took a sharp inward breath and sighed silently as Angie hesitantly pulled her hand away from his. That's right, Eddie had thought they seemed to close to be brother and sister.

"… Right." Major Tom spoke, looking Eddie up and down. His mouth twitched. "Eddie." Their boss had said his name like a thousand times, it had been off putting and oddly attracting at the same time. Eddie grinned and lifted his head in a nod.

"Yeah, that's right. And you're…." He had it, he remembered Ziggy Stardust saying it… it was very strange, not a name at all… "Riff Raff, right?" Major Tom, or Riff Raff, observed him for another moment before nodding. "And I don't think he said your name…"

"It's Magenta." She raised her eyebrows a little. Magenta seemed a little more open compared to her brother.

"So uh," Eddie began. "What do you want?" Magenta looked at Riff Raff who shrugged and shook his head, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking tired.

"Whatever we got last time." She waved Eddie off. Instead of taking note of the order and placing it up for the kitchen to see as you're supposed to do, Eddie just yelled through the window at the other worker in the kitchen what he needed. He leaned over the counter to the brother and sister who were now whispering to one another.

"Hey, uh, would you like something to drink?" Magenta looked at her brother, who shook his head. Over the music Eddie could just make out the scrawny man mentioning something about a glass of wine. Eddie grinned to himself. He leant down to the shelves of the counter again.

"I'm sorry sir, but we don't sell those kinds of beverages here." He pulled out two bottles of beer, using the bottle opener on his keys, he opened them. "Instead, we offer a wide variety of family friendly beverages." He walked over and placed the beers on the table. "This didn't happen." He said with a bit of a laugh as he saluted the duo lazily. Riff Raff raised his eyebrows at his sister as he lifted up the bottle to his lips. Eddie presumed that was out of appreciation, or at the very least that the man was impressed. His sister looked up at Eddie with dark green eyes and muttered a thank you.

"No problem!" He said, "But, hey?" This was directed at Riff Raff. Eddie gestured to his own forehead in the spot where there were stitches. "What happened?" Riff Raff took another sharp breath, leaning forward and placing his forehead in hand before looking in Magenta's direction and gesturing lazily.

"Would you believe I fell down the stairs?" His voice was almost monotone but the sarcasm could be heard deep within it.

"Yeah, nice try." Eddie raised an eyebrow. "I've said that one before after being in a fight."

"Alright." Riff Raff looked from Eddie to his sister, a smile almost twitched at his lips. "When we were small children I dismantled one of Magenta's dolls. She promised a revenge served cold. This is that revenge." He turned to face Eddie once again. "Is that satisfactory?" He sounded slightly agitated but Eddie laugh.

"Nah, but I like it better than the other excuse so I'm going to take it." He noticed that Magenta smiled ever so slightly at this response. "I'll get you your food and I'll leave you to it."

Eddie had begun trying to clean up as the weird duo sat quietly and picked at their food, but eventually he found himself leaning on the counter with another bear, enjoying the music. Eddie hadn't even noticed that he'd shut his eyes chilling to the music until he heard a male voice.

"What is this?"

"The song you mean?" Riff Raff rolled his eyes, but followed it with a nod. "Ah, it's Hendrix, man. The Wind Cries Mary."

"Hendrix?" Magenta asked curiously. Eddie almost fell out of his chair. He stared blankly at them.

"You haven't heard of Jimi Hendrix!?" They both returned to the blank look.

"We don't get much… American music in… Europe." Magenta added, exchanging an odd look with her brother half way through the sentence, as if confirming that it was America they were in.

"At least you'd know the Stones." Eddie said, reassuring himself only to see the same blank look again. "What!?" He got out of his chair so fast it fell over. He grabbed a napkin from the counter and got a pen from the office. He wrote down a list of artists.

Jimi Hendrix

The Rolling Stones

Buddy Holly

Bill Hailey and the Comets

David Bowie

Elvis Presley

He placed it on the table of the duo.

"If you or that Ziggy Stardust boss of yours has any taste in music you guys better buy some of these records. And when you're done, come find me, I'll let you kiss my boots in thanks and then I'll give you more." Riff Raff picked up the list and read the names before handing it over to Magenta.

"Thank you." He said, albeit hesitantly.

"Ah man, don't thank me now, thank me when you're done." He walked back behind the counter. "And don't worry about paying for the pizza, save it for buying the records, it's a much more worthy cause."

Eddie wasn't going to pay for the pizza either, however. No, they may be musically deprived, but Eddie was financially deprive. His boss wouldn't notice, nor did Eddie care if he did.


Author's Note: Aww, our trio is off making friends :P. Kind of... Haha! Anyway, again please review, I'd love you too! P.s. I looked up women's 70's fashion for Columbia and came up with something that looks like what she wears any way! REVIEWS PLEASE! They make me happy :P.