-//-Chapter 2-\\-


"And IIIII, will love you, alwaaaaays…" came a drunken, off-key voice from the upstairs of the band's house.

"Not again," Skittery groaned.

Filly quickly grabbed another beer. She knew this was going to be a long night.

The off-key voice belonged to a drunken Bumlets, who felt a need to belt out a Bon Jovi love song whenever he was feeling emotional. They never did understand how Blaze could take the sound of his voice when he was drunk. She must have been rather plastered herself to withstand it.

"That fellas, is what gets you strangled and dumped in an unmarked grave." Filly noted pointing up the stairs where Bumlets and Blaze were currently occupying.

Skittery nodded and even 'amen'd' Filly's sentiments.

Spot on the other hand had a vacuum attached to his neck, although most people referred to them as groupies.

"I wonder if they are going to break anything like they did last weekend. It was a pretty good table too." Skittery mused having gone all reflective after his 4th beer.

"JESUS!! MY GUITAR IS UP THERE!" Filly said, having no conscious recognition of volume control, she'd lost that after her second beer.

"No it isn't... it's in the garage!" Skittery said, just as reflectively and mellow as moments before.

"NOT THAT ONE! The acoustic one! The one that… um... some guy signed..." Filly stumbled, not wasted enough to EVER reveal that secret.

Filly scrambled through the kitchen, and lounge room, and took the steps two at a time. "OUTTA THE WAY!! OUTTA THE WAY!! GET BACK!" Filly hollered, in case Blaze and Bumlets were doing something she didn't want to witness.

Just to make sure she covered her face with her arms and powers through the hall to her room, opening the door, thrilled to pieces that no one was in there... before she slammed it shut again and locked it.

It was safe, her very first guitar, that Barry Gibbs of the Bee Gee's had signed was now locked safely in her room. Okay... so... she couldn't unlock the door from the outside... she'd just crash in the lounge room, as if that wasn't her plan anyway, then she'd get Skittery to climb up the outside and unlock her door from the inside.

It wasn't like she couldn't do it herself, Filly thought with a slight smile as she relaxed against the door of her room. She just liked it better when Skittery did things for her - especially when she stood at the bottom and watched his progress. Filly schooled her wickedly twitching lips into a modest grin, just in case he fell... obviously.