Monk suddenly felt very alone without Sharona and turned shakily towards
the punk girls.
"Follow us," the orange-haired girl said and she grabbed his shoulder. Monk flinched but allowed himself to be led to the side of the dance floor. They opened a door and brought him inside. They were now in a room that had plush multi-colored couches all around. The three girls plunked Monk down on a lime-green and white striped couch. Monk made a face at the sight of the hideous couch and inched forward until he was barely still sitting on it.
"So what can you tell me?" He asked, unable to take his eyes off the couch.
The girls smiled wickedly, "Well, we'll tell you but. . . first you have to pierce something."
"WHAT??" Monk exclaimed, "Why would I have to do. . .that?" He shuddered at the thought of it. Needles. . . poking him.
The orange-haired girl shrugged, "Well it'll be fun. We always like to have fun. Don't worry, we'll do it for you."
Monk shook his head violently, "N-noooo. I don't think so. NEVER."
"Well we can't tell you what we know then," they replied.
"Why should piercing something be a requirement??" Monk protested.
"C'mon it'll be a blast! What would you like done? Lip ring, tongue ring, nipple-?"
"Ahhh!!! STOP!" Monk shielded his ears. Looking at the girls he realized they were never going to tell him anything unless he gave in. He really needed to get something on this case, as of now he had absolutely nothing.
"No, no I can't." He repeated, "I will never pierce anything. . .EV-ER." He stressed the word out.
"Oh alright," they replied disappointedly, "we'll just give you a fake one. How about in the cartiledge party pooper?"
"Oh. . . where's that?" Monk asked looking slightly relieved.
One of the girls pointed to the top of her ear, "Right here."
Monk nodded slowly, "Well if it's fake. . . I guess so. Just get it over with."
While they thoroughly sterilized the fake ring to Monk's satisfaction, they explained the information they had.
"Well," the orange-haired girl began whose name was actually Tina, "That night, The Naked Puppet was on stage and we were just hanging out on the side of the dance floor when we noticed the door to this room" she said referring to the room they were in now, "and we were about to walk in when we overheard some people talking and we realized it was the opening act Wink 242. Well we were feeling kinda nosy and we decided to listen to what they were saying." She paused, "Ok, I'm slipping the ring on now."
Monk cringed and gripped the chair he was in so tightly his knuckles started turning white, "Ok, give it to me."
"I already did," Tina explained.
"What? I didn't feel it."
"You're not supposed to silly, it's fake. You should have seen Sheena here though when she had hers done for real. She cried like a baby."
"I did not!" Sheena exclaimed, "I-I barely felt it."
"So anyway," Tina continued, "We overheard Wink 242 saying how they weren't getting any popularity lately and they felt that The Naked Puppet was hogging all the spotlight on the tour. They sounded pretty desperate but that's all we got to hear because SOMEBODY" she glared at Sheena, "had to go and start sneezing all over the place."
"Sorry for being born!" Sheena replied.
"So, is that helpful to you?" Tina asked holding up a mirror so Monk could see his new 'piercing'.
"Yes," Monk said looking deep in thought, "I think that will-AHH!" he yelled getting a glance at his fake earring, a shiny silver hoop.
"I think it looks nice," Tina offered.
"Kinda sexy," Sheena piped in.
Monk made a face, "I. . . I don't think so."
"No seriously, you should keep it on," Tina suggested.
"Uh-right," Monk nodded thinking he would remove it as soon as he was out of their sight. "Uh, thank you, I think."
"Anytime," they replied. "Give us a call if you want anything pierced for real," Sheena slipped him a card and winked at him.
Monk swallowed, "Yeah. . . right."
"Follow us," the orange-haired girl said and she grabbed his shoulder. Monk flinched but allowed himself to be led to the side of the dance floor. They opened a door and brought him inside. They were now in a room that had plush multi-colored couches all around. The three girls plunked Monk down on a lime-green and white striped couch. Monk made a face at the sight of the hideous couch and inched forward until he was barely still sitting on it.
"So what can you tell me?" He asked, unable to take his eyes off the couch.
The girls smiled wickedly, "Well, we'll tell you but. . . first you have to pierce something."
"WHAT??" Monk exclaimed, "Why would I have to do. . .that?" He shuddered at the thought of it. Needles. . . poking him.
The orange-haired girl shrugged, "Well it'll be fun. We always like to have fun. Don't worry, we'll do it for you."
Monk shook his head violently, "N-noooo. I don't think so. NEVER."
"Well we can't tell you what we know then," they replied.
"Why should piercing something be a requirement??" Monk protested.
"C'mon it'll be a blast! What would you like done? Lip ring, tongue ring, nipple-?"
"Ahhh!!! STOP!" Monk shielded his ears. Looking at the girls he realized they were never going to tell him anything unless he gave in. He really needed to get something on this case, as of now he had absolutely nothing.
"No, no I can't." He repeated, "I will never pierce anything. . .EV-ER." He stressed the word out.
"Oh alright," they replied disappointedly, "we'll just give you a fake one. How about in the cartiledge party pooper?"
"Oh. . . where's that?" Monk asked looking slightly relieved.
One of the girls pointed to the top of her ear, "Right here."
Monk nodded slowly, "Well if it's fake. . . I guess so. Just get it over with."
While they thoroughly sterilized the fake ring to Monk's satisfaction, they explained the information they had.
"Well," the orange-haired girl began whose name was actually Tina, "That night, The Naked Puppet was on stage and we were just hanging out on the side of the dance floor when we noticed the door to this room" she said referring to the room they were in now, "and we were about to walk in when we overheard some people talking and we realized it was the opening act Wink 242. Well we were feeling kinda nosy and we decided to listen to what they were saying." She paused, "Ok, I'm slipping the ring on now."
Monk cringed and gripped the chair he was in so tightly his knuckles started turning white, "Ok, give it to me."
"I already did," Tina explained.
"What? I didn't feel it."
"You're not supposed to silly, it's fake. You should have seen Sheena here though when she had hers done for real. She cried like a baby."
"I did not!" Sheena exclaimed, "I-I barely felt it."
"So anyway," Tina continued, "We overheard Wink 242 saying how they weren't getting any popularity lately and they felt that The Naked Puppet was hogging all the spotlight on the tour. They sounded pretty desperate but that's all we got to hear because SOMEBODY" she glared at Sheena, "had to go and start sneezing all over the place."
"Sorry for being born!" Sheena replied.
"So, is that helpful to you?" Tina asked holding up a mirror so Monk could see his new 'piercing'.
"Yes," Monk said looking deep in thought, "I think that will-AHH!" he yelled getting a glance at his fake earring, a shiny silver hoop.
"I think it looks nice," Tina offered.
"Kinda sexy," Sheena piped in.
Monk made a face, "I. . . I don't think so."
"No seriously, you should keep it on," Tina suggested.
"Uh-right," Monk nodded thinking he would remove it as soon as he was out of their sight. "Uh, thank you, I think."
"Anytime," they replied. "Give us a call if you want anything pierced for real," Sheena slipped him a card and winked at him.
Monk swallowed, "Yeah. . . right."