A/N: It's set in London because it seemed a good idea at the time, okay?
Hehe, but anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter, and apologies to Emo for
taking so long to update
*Two Months Later*
It was early morning in London, a Sunday, and a watery May sun had begun to show it's face on the horizon. As the first shafts of light warmed the cracked pavements, the residents of a quiet Kensington street were awoken, not by church bells, but by a loud outburst of fairly choice language.
"Dude, Where the fuck are we anyway? Man, if I knew we were coming to a shitty place like this, I would've stayed behind! Fuck it! We're lost, right?"
A bewildered looking man with shoulder length hair under a grubby baseball cap looked around, not bothering to disguise the fact that he was hopelessly lost. His companion, a quiet man with a trimmed black beard and a green overcoat simply grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him forward.
"We always get these shitty jobs! What the fuck is up with that, man?"
Rolling his eyes, the overcoated man pulled him up to a small, two story house, set far back from the street. It had a smallish front garden, screened from the road by ivy-covered sycamores. A stone goddess, also swathed in ivy, looked blankly out over an untidy scrap of lawn, bordered by clumps of bright tulips and sunflowers. They walked up the crumbling path and knocked at the red front door.
Bethany, sleepy eyed and still in striped pyjamas, answered.
"What do you want?" She yawned. Pleasantries, she had found, were wasted on Jay.
"Dude, what the fuck is that? We come here to see you, from another fuckin' plane of existence, and all you've got to say is "What do you want?"
"Yep. So, What DO you want?"
"Umm...shit." He turned to Silent Bob to whisper "Dude, what do we want?"
Bob rolled his eyes and looked at Bethany. "Lydia"
*Two Months Later*
It was early morning in London, a Sunday, and a watery May sun had begun to show it's face on the horizon. As the first shafts of light warmed the cracked pavements, the residents of a quiet Kensington street were awoken, not by church bells, but by a loud outburst of fairly choice language.
"Dude, Where the fuck are we anyway? Man, if I knew we were coming to a shitty place like this, I would've stayed behind! Fuck it! We're lost, right?"
A bewildered looking man with shoulder length hair under a grubby baseball cap looked around, not bothering to disguise the fact that he was hopelessly lost. His companion, a quiet man with a trimmed black beard and a green overcoat simply grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him forward.
"We always get these shitty jobs! What the fuck is up with that, man?"
Rolling his eyes, the overcoated man pulled him up to a small, two story house, set far back from the street. It had a smallish front garden, screened from the road by ivy-covered sycamores. A stone goddess, also swathed in ivy, looked blankly out over an untidy scrap of lawn, bordered by clumps of bright tulips and sunflowers. They walked up the crumbling path and knocked at the red front door.
Bethany, sleepy eyed and still in striped pyjamas, answered.
"What do you want?" She yawned. Pleasantries, she had found, were wasted on Jay.
"Dude, what the fuck is that? We come here to see you, from another fuckin' plane of existence, and all you've got to say is "What do you want?"
"Yep. So, What DO you want?"
"Umm...shit." He turned to Silent Bob to whisper "Dude, what do we want?"
Bob rolled his eyes and looked at Bethany. "Lydia"