Sunrise over the tango factory's A/N: Hey folks. We're steaming ahead with this story, and we've got some wicked ideas and characters still to come, and also lots more Cally, ah yes. We love the crazy, drunken, scary Irish woman, she's become a second Hazza to us (Staccato)! Enjoy chapter:D
Raging Tree Trunks A/N: Good-day, i'm liking this story its a good outlet for my creative ideas at the moment, which i have no idea where they're coming from since the muse has done a residential runner (ie. gone for good) hmm, should be more depressed, meh, fanfiction cheering me up to no end tho so all is well, happy with story so yah. ttfn and ENJOY : )
Lister paced the apartment nervously.
What was he panicking for?
He'd had dates with lots of girls in the past, some prettier than Eerin, yet here he was-
"Lister, do you think you can wear pink at the Rawk Awards this year?"
Lister sighed, "No Jerry-when you gonna bugger off anyway?"
Jerry's eyes widened in surprise "you mean you don't want me to stay?"
Lister swore under his breath "I thought I made it obvious when I spent 20 minutes trying to push you through the door!"
"You were trying to get rid of me!" repeated Jerry dumbstruck "trying to push me out the door... I thought that was an elaborate hug...I feel so betrayed!"
"Good" said Lister through gritted teeth "now go and feel betrayed somewhere else!"
"Why can't I join in with the date?" whined Jerry.
Lister gave an involunatry shudder at the thought of Jerry joining him and Eerin "Jerry! That would be just be...weird okay! It'd be like bringin' your mum along..."
"I brought my mom on dates with me…" said Jerry, taking a sip of one of his famous poncy coffee combinations.
That for Lister was the final straw "and that might be an explanation for the way you are now...so, if you'd be so kind...piss off!"
Somehow, Lister managed to buy Jerry off with a lie that Gucci were having a late night sale on diamante thongs, and within seconds he was gone.
After a minute or two of silence, Lister began to regret it, at least when Jerry was here he created a distraction away from the growing sense of panic.
Lister took to once again pacing the apartment, wringing his hands. He felt the bottom of his stomach fall away when he heard the doorbell buzz.
He tugged the door open full force, regretting it instantly. Now he'd look like a completely desperate twat.
His stomach lunged as he saw her.
"What are you, err doing here Cally?"
Cally shook a bottle of wine under his nose and winked, "Thought you could use a little drinky-poos Davey"
Lister groaned, "err, why would you think that?"
"Well correct me if i'm wrong- but it was your good self that called me up at 2am this morning and left the most incoherent and garbled message, which led me to believe my wittle Davey's nervous about his datey watey! And as cute and endearing that is…you're gonna look like a complete twat" Lister groaned, "-if you don't relax. Thus my home made bottled punch" Cally grinned and Lister groaned- again.
"Cally, your punch is- evil, quite frankly. I barfed on this gorgeous girl, and buried my head in the mayors wife's breasts last time I drank it!"
Cally's smile widened, "They were my breasts Davey."
Lister frowned, "really? I could have sworn it was some fat old bird."
Cally's mouth went tight "you didn't seem to be complaining when you feel asleep on them" she huffed, striding into the apartment and throwing herself on the couch.
Lister groaned "Cally...I don't mean to sound rude but can you get the fuck out of here...like right now"
"Why?" she asked, lighting a cigarette.
"Because Eerin's going to be here in 5 minutes and I'd like to get to know her a little better before the combination of you and Jerry scare her off!"
Cally gave him a sympathetic look "you really like this girly, don't you?"
Lister hesistated before nodding.
She ran her tongue across her teeth in thought.
"Oh alright, I'll leave you two bloody love birds alone...tomorrow though...you, me and large bottle of Jack Daniels...interested?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world" replied Lister, ushering her out of his apartment.
"Show her a good time," purred Cally, giving Lister a quick peck on the cheek and a pat on the bum.
Literally the moment Cally disappeared into one lift, Eerin emerged out of the other. She beamed as she saw Lister standing at his apartment door.
"Waiting for me?" she laughed.
Lister tried to act calm, but failed spectacularly "no...Well yes. I mean," he sighed in exasperation of his failure "d'you want to come in?"
He held the door open for Eerin taking in her outfit as she walked past.
She was wearing elaborate knee high leather boots with millions of buckles working they're way upwards. The top of the boots just skimming the hem of her skirt, underneath it was satin with seemingly thousands of layers of meshing. A belt slung low across her hips and a seemingly plain black tee, except when she turned around revealed her bare back, a neat little Celtic knot tattoo poking above the base of her spine and, to Lister's pleasure, NO BRA.
"D'you want a drink?" he asked, eyes still glued to her back, Eerin turned round and smiled shyly "please,"
"Wine okay?" Lister asked, trying to not look directly at her tits.
She nodded.Lister fumbled with the corkscrew trying to open the wine, which got him thinking on how he'd like to 'screw' Eerin. He tried to expel the alluring image from his mind, deciding a man left alone with his thoughts after seeing a very sexy woman was a dangerous thing indeed.
After a few seconds Eerin popped her head round into the kitchen, "Can I come in here? Seems so anti-social to sit in the lounge whilst you're in a different room."
Lister nodded feebly and she slipped onto the bar stool opposite, revealing a lil upper thigh.
Lister choked on his own breath.
Eerin smiled politely, "Need help with that?"Lister laughed nervously as he totally made a wreck of the cork "no, I'm…fine"
"Here" Eerin jumped back off the stool, came up behind Lister, stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his torso to teach him how to open a bottle of wine -as if he didn't know! -
"Not much of a drinker I see," she said smiling,
Lister nodded, "Yea, cleaner than clean me."
Eerin smirked, "you don't know what you're missing…"
Lister's immediate thought was ' well for one i'm missing those tits-" but he decided not to voice this, so he shook his head instead.
Eerin's eye had suddenly become dark and mysterious, "I could convert you," she whispered.
Lister suddenly became aware of how close she was "c..c..convert me to...what exactly"
"Convert you to world of drink, the world of sex... the world of fun!"
Lister swallowed nervously "oh yeah?"
Eerin smiled "yes, but we'll save that for later," she smiled, grabbing a glass of wine and twirling her skirts into the lounge. She looked like a giant black fairy.
Lister grabbed the bottle and took a swig straight from it before grabbing a glass, rolling his shoulders back and following her.
