Sunrise over the tango factory:'s A/N:Howdy folks. Wow, me and Rage have been pretty busy recently. We've got 3 fan fics on the go...and have not updated any of them...damn...there is a flaw in our brilliant plan it seems. Staccato...the end if nigh for that...this ones just about to kick off...and as for the other one...wait and see! Enjoy chappie!

Rages A/N: Ohhhhhh the ideas, this story has the same effectiveness to make me happy as the laminated book of dreams that catches the tears of joy (thats the Argos catolog to you mere mortals) anyway, myself and Sunrise have been slaving away over our typewriter, cigars in hand or mouth, in black and white with a deep male voice over whilst writing this chapter so we hope you enjoy this very much as the cigar fumes and voice over dude are starting to annoy us, love peace and saoirse- Rage xxxx

Sunrise: As a final note, we'd like to apologize for rating this story as 'G' and then went on the use the 'f' word several times. Whilst uploading the chapter my Internet connection disconnected, and I had to go through the process of uploading all over again. In my haste to get the story up onto fan fic a.s.a.p I forgot to change the rating on the story to P.G 13. We apologize profusely for any offence this has caused and it was not intended to upset readers. Allow me to slip out of my 'look I can talk posh' before I go mad, sos again…we're so sorry…really we are.

Sunrise and Rage (the writer partnership from hell)


"Eerin?" Lister asked, the girl nodded.

They stared at each other for several seconds before Eerin interrupted the silence.

"FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK-" she paused, and cringed,

"Let me guess what you're thinking" smiled Lister, adjusting his jacket "fuck?"

Eerin nodded mutely, staring at the floor, her face flushed bright pink,

Lister took this opportunity to get a good look at her.

She was pretty with her long black hair, it had a windswept 'bed head' look about it that would no doubt be frowned upon by most of society, she may have been saved from the title of 'scruffy young tearaway' had it not been streaked with pink.

Her clothes were as eye-catching as her hair, if not more. She wore a pale pink t-shirt with the anarchist sign motif in black, a mini skirt with pink netting round the hem, black fishnets and a pair of pink converse.

In addition to that she also wore at least 30 black rubber bracelets on her right arm as well as netted gloves.

"What happened to the chatty artist I got to know?" He smiled, Eerin raised her head, and Lister found himself looking into her large green eyes, and for a moment he was completely speechless, they weren't just green...they were vibrant green and stood out stark against her pale skin.

"I've just made a complete fool of myself," she said rather hysterically, "you probably think i'm some crazy obsessed fan now!" she quickly turned on her heel and walked off,

Lister raced after her, being sure to put his sunglasses on first, "I don't, honest, I thought it was quite sweet the way you stuck up for my band. And for the record you are not an obsessed fan...believe me...i've met obsessed fans...they're scary! You're not…"

Eerin smiled but continued her way through the gallery.

"You come here often don't you" commented Lister, as they climbed a spiral staircase to the 3rd floor.

"How'd you know that?" asked Eerin, fixing him with a curious glance,

"Only the people who keep coming back here time and time again know that the 'No Entry' sign back there's actually a piece of art work"

Eerin giggled "clever git" she teased, her embarrassment clearly over.

"Did you really mean it about '3-didget number? Do you think there a good band?" asked Lister,

Eerin nodded her head "they...I mean you write amazing music, it's not just something you can jump about to, it's meaningful...the lyrics, it's like their written for you...well that's the way I see it anyway" she blushed slightly and pretended to inspect a piece of artwork.

Lister sighed "it's just lately...it's not been about music any more, its since we got this new manager Jerry..." he frowned, "he's changed Paul and Bob...made them demanding A list celebs"

"Is he crap?" asked Eerin,

"Crap?" repeated Lister, he laughed "the guys a moronic, self centered, shallow, irritating, posing bastard and i'm not sure how I've managed to go this long without pushing him through a window on a high rise building!"

Eerin laughed again "I shall have to meet him sometime...talk some sense into him"

Lister shook his head "nah, it'd be easier just to get rid of the fucker...but murder is illegal!"

"I've got to shoot off," said Eerin, "I've got some jobs to do…"

"Oh" said Lister, trying not to sound too put out "erm, okay, yeah...don't let me keep you..."

"There's one thing you could do before I have to go" she said softly, suddenly incredibly interested in her hands
"yeah?" asked Lister, his heart pounding

"Could I have your autograph...please"

Lister smirked "I thought you said you were into the music, not the musician..." he teased,

Eerin stared him straight in the eye "I do...but there's plenty of people on eBay who'd die to get their hands on your signature!"

"Okay, fine, you can have an autograph for having sharp wit..."

He quickly signed his name on a piece of paper and handed it to Eerin.

"See you around" he smiled before walking off.

Eerin found for the third time that morning her cheeks had flushed bright red, she sighed and glanced down at the paper she held in her hands...her smiled widened as she discovered not only had '3-didget number' singer, guitarist and songwriter Dave Lister gave her his signature...but also his phone number...


"YOU GAVE HER YOUR NUMBER?" screeched Jerry, tugging at his already minimal hair,

"Yeah...what's the problem?" asked Lister,

"SHE'S. A. GROUPIE!" wailed Jerry, pouring himself a glass of water to calm him down "d'you remember them Lister? Bra hurling, screaming, overly hormonal, unpredictable females whose main objectives is to have sex with you then steal your boxers..."

"That only happened the once…" groaned Lister.
"Yeah and news flash buddy boy! It's gonna happen again…you'll be the laughing stock of the celebrity world…so don't come crying to me when you're being called 'De-briefed Dave" by the press.
Lister stared at Jerry "De-briefed Dave" he laughed,

"Shut up" snapped Jerry, "stop treating this like a joke..."

"Actually I quite like that name…it's got a great ring to it, hasn't it… De-briefed Dave!"
Jerry at this point was banging his head on the wall, muttering curse under his breath.

"If you keep headbuttin' the wall like that...you'll knock it down"

Jerry stopped long enough to stare at Lister "I don't care...that's how you make me feel..." he then went back to destroying whatever few brain cells he had left.

"Jerry" said Lister "Eerin's not a groupie, I can trust her...she's different!"

"How'd you know that, huh?" said Jerry,

Lister dazed off dreamily and shrugged, "I dunno- she didn't know I was me- I mean, she didn't see me- she's just- special"

Jerry stopped banging his head on the wall to grab Lister's shoulders and shake him roughly "No, no this can't be happening!" Jerry's hysterics continued to grow dramatically in noise level until Lister prised him off his arm and asked him what he was going on about.

"Lister how could you do this to me?"

"Do what?"

"Fall in love, you damn Casanova you! This is bad. Very bad!"

"What Love! I only just met her"

Lister paused, he'd never really believed in fate or love at first site or fate but maybe- he was cut off my Jerry's loud heart- wrenched sobs down his cell phone to his manicurist.

"Gwen...it's Jerry" sobbed Jerry into his phone "listen baby, i'm gonna have to cancel my appointment" there was a muffled response from the other end "Why? Because Lister's gone and fallen in love and i'm emotionally fragile sweetie...yeah...yeah...okay I'll ask" he moved the phone away and covered the mouth piece "Gwen wants to know can she wear fuchsia pink to the wedding?"

"What wedding? We've only just met!" said Lister desperately, but Jerry completely ignored him,

"Yeah… right…okay" he jabbered down the phone to the fuchsia pink wearing Gwen "is she pregnant?" he asked Lister.

"Who?"

"Eran, Erwin...whatsername!" Jerry clicked his free fingers in annoyance

"Eerin." corrected Lister "and no she is not pregnant...at least I hope not...otherwise I've been severely misinformed on how babies are made...I've only talked to the girl for god sake!"

But Jerry was back to gossiping with Gwen "how'd they meet...oh in that god-for-saken art gallery he practically lives in. Honestly Gwen, he spends more time in there then the art work itself!"

Lister groaned, he wasn't thrilled at Jerry discussing his personal life with a nail painter.

There was more muffled replies from the phone "what...oh honey that's great news...Lister...guess what!"

"Gwen's suddenly realized she's a man?" guessed Lister,

There was a series of angry shouts from the phone, Jerry scowled at Lister before trying to calm down Gwen "yes, yes...ignore him honey...I know you're not a man Gwen, not since your surgery...okay...right...oh...you still want me to tell him...okay" Jerry moved the phone away from his ear "Tipsies had babies" he gave a expectant grin

Lister frowned "Jerry, what makes you think i'm even remotely interested in the life of an irritating postnatal Shitshu owned by a represenitive of 'She males united'?

Jerry shrugged "Gwen, baby, I've gotta dash...what...of course me and Lister will be at the christening...yes...no honey I don't think they do christening gowns for puppies...okay...bye...love you babe, chio!"

Jerry hung up and sighed dramatically, "Well Lister I guess we better put together a press release."

Lister decided to just let it go this time, "You know…this must be so stressful for you Jerry, why don't you go relax- do some shopping- buy some white silk gloves or something equally impractical."

Jerry sniffed, "Well I have been feeling rather run down and your right- your deffinatly right. Thanks Lister"

Jerry beamed and waltzed out the door before Lister double bolted, locked and sat behind the door to ensure that he would not be bothered by anyone for the next 6 hours at least!