Okay, am very sorry 'bout the long wait but my brother crashed my computer at my mums house and wiped the hard-disk (AAAH!) so I have been unable to update cos my dad was on holiday and I had no access to the computer at his house (pauses to catch breath). Oh yeah – is anybody going to the Bedford River Festival? I'll be there on Sunday! Here goes...
Ancient History
Chapter 2 – Hangover
Thula Raiyin opened her bright blue eyes a fraction and checked the clock at her bedside. It read 11:00 am. Thula grumbled and wiped the sleep from her eyes and swung her feet over the side of her bed. She wobbled slightly. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the crack in the door and a steaming cup of coffee was waiting alongside the clock. Evidentially Marie was up and about. Grasping the hot mug firmly in one hand, she opened the door with her foot and entered the kitchen/dining/living room of the apartment she shared with her friends Marie and Amy.
Marie was bustling around the kitchen side of the breakfast bar, whisk in one hand, and bowl of pancake batter in the other. When Thula entered the room she looked up and gave the sort of bright, happy smile which seems to say 'wow, you slept late. I feel great today – don't you?', that makes all hungover people want to slug the wearer one in the face. Instead, Thula returned with her own half conscious grin.
Bram was crashed on one of the two couches in the room, feet up on the coffee table that separated them. His long, straggly hair was done up in a loose ponytail, and he glanced up at her over the top of the latest issue of Q Magazine. Looking her up and down, he raised an eyebrow.
Thula realized she must look a mess. She was dressed in a greatly oversized t-shirt, bearing the name of some obscure punk band. In all likelihood it was one of Bram's that he had forgotten on a previous visit. Her deep brown hair was messed all over her head, slightly blurring her vision. She was wearing an odd pair of knee high stripy socks and remnants of last nights make-up was smeared all over her face. She felt like the plague.
"Morning – would you like some pancakes?" asked Marie, concerned. Thula managed to grunt a yes before collapsing half on the couch and half on Bram.
"Y'know, we're gonna have to start charging you rent if you spend much more time here!" Thula joked, poking Bram in the ribs. Bram wasn't an actual flat mate, but he pretty much lived there. Thula and Marie already agreed that he should come and live with them permanently, but they couldn't officially move him in without Amy's permission and she was spending summer with her parents in New England.
"Here." He said, offering her a couple of painkillers from a box on the table. Gratefully, she accepted.
Thula wolfed down her breakfast and showered. Feeling almost a new woman, she returned to the living room. A note in Marie's delicate script informed her that she and her boyfriend had gone to get the weeks food. As she finished reading the note, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Thula picked up.
"Raiyin. We have a job for you tonight. Are you busy?" It was Aevid, another Lux Veritatae.
Thula loved the way that when he was handing out 'jobs' as he called them, he always asked 'are you busy?' It wasn't like she had an option.
"I told you not to call me on this line," she hissed into the mouthpiece, "It could be tapped! Now tell me what it is you want me to do..."
Ancient History
Chapter 2 – Hangover
Thula Raiyin opened her bright blue eyes a fraction and checked the clock at her bedside. It read 11:00 am. Thula grumbled and wiped the sleep from her eyes and swung her feet over the side of her bed. She wobbled slightly. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the crack in the door and a steaming cup of coffee was waiting alongside the clock. Evidentially Marie was up and about. Grasping the hot mug firmly in one hand, she opened the door with her foot and entered the kitchen/dining/living room of the apartment she shared with her friends Marie and Amy.
Marie was bustling around the kitchen side of the breakfast bar, whisk in one hand, and bowl of pancake batter in the other. When Thula entered the room she looked up and gave the sort of bright, happy smile which seems to say 'wow, you slept late. I feel great today – don't you?', that makes all hungover people want to slug the wearer one in the face. Instead, Thula returned with her own half conscious grin.
Bram was crashed on one of the two couches in the room, feet up on the coffee table that separated them. His long, straggly hair was done up in a loose ponytail, and he glanced up at her over the top of the latest issue of Q Magazine. Looking her up and down, he raised an eyebrow.
Thula realized she must look a mess. She was dressed in a greatly oversized t-shirt, bearing the name of some obscure punk band. In all likelihood it was one of Bram's that he had forgotten on a previous visit. Her deep brown hair was messed all over her head, slightly blurring her vision. She was wearing an odd pair of knee high stripy socks and remnants of last nights make-up was smeared all over her face. She felt like the plague.
"Morning – would you like some pancakes?" asked Marie, concerned. Thula managed to grunt a yes before collapsing half on the couch and half on Bram.
"Y'know, we're gonna have to start charging you rent if you spend much more time here!" Thula joked, poking Bram in the ribs. Bram wasn't an actual flat mate, but he pretty much lived there. Thula and Marie already agreed that he should come and live with them permanently, but they couldn't officially move him in without Amy's permission and she was spending summer with her parents in New England.
"Here." He said, offering her a couple of painkillers from a box on the table. Gratefully, she accepted.
Thula wolfed down her breakfast and showered. Feeling almost a new woman, she returned to the living room. A note in Marie's delicate script informed her that she and her boyfriend had gone to get the weeks food. As she finished reading the note, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Thula picked up.
"Raiyin. We have a job for you tonight. Are you busy?" It was Aevid, another Lux Veritatae.
Thula loved the way that when he was handing out 'jobs' as he called them, he always asked 'are you busy?' It wasn't like she had an option.
"I told you not to call me on this line," she hissed into the mouthpiece, "It could be tapped! Now tell me what it is you want me to do..."