Sunrise over the tango factory's A/N: It's the Easter holidays…and I'm probably just going to sleep for the next 2 weeks...but our school has issued a revision timetable as a guideline. (Sarcastic voice) Yes…I'll stick to that! Anyway, here's another chapter and also, BIG thanks to Smegginitlarge and Feline Ranger for reviewing! Cheers
Raging Tree Trunk's A/N: lol, now I always thought I'd hate jerry but he's become like my fave character he has THE best lines, which in this chappie happens once more, I just wub (Sunrise translates: Love) the thong, nails and designer clothing obsessed freak... we need to give him an equally scary gf... oh and schools out! YAY! Anyway enjoy
And now…we pick up where we left off…
"Oh yes... oh yes... oh GOD YES! Come to daddy, come to daddy!"
"No, you can't go that way!"
"Why not?"
"You just can't, it's in the rules..."
"What rules? Since when have there been rules for this?"
"Never mind that now...yes...yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes YES!" there was a satisfied sigh "Oh god... I don't think I've ever had that good a time doing this," said Eerin, pushing her fringe out of her face in exhaustion.
Lister smiled "hey...when you play Twister with Lister, you know you're in for a good time"
Eerin laughed before taking a sip of her wine "normally I never get so physical on a first date" she said breathless.
"I'd hardly call playin' twister physical" said Lister, pouring out another glass.
Eerin raised an eyebrow "oh yes, and you just happened to conveniently fall over and land with both your hands placed directly on my breasts?"
"Damn, it didn't look like accident"
She gave a sly smile "please, Dave, I've seen more realistic accidents on 'America's most dangerous home videos'!"
Lister grinned, "That's only to be expected on American TV though"
Eerin returned his grin and flipped onto the couch, her boots lay carelessly under the coffee table,
Lister found himself once again slipping into a dream world. He watched, mouth slightly open as Eerin twirled her raven black hair around her slender fingers as she gazed out of the window.
It had been like this for most of their date, she'd talk away, and he'd just sit there staring at her, occasionally going 'yeah' or 'I agree', truth was...and Lister was slightly disturbed by this...he was falling for Eerin.
"That views amazing" she sighed, stretching herself out on the couch,
"That's one of the main reasons I bought this flat...the view...it's just magic" he then decided to chance his arm. He slipped silently into the seat next to Eerin,
"I hope you won't think i'm pushy or...desperate...but Eerin...would you mind if I kissed you?"
Eerin quickly turned to face Lister, as if to check that he'd actually said those words to her.
"W-what?" she laughed nervously.
Lister drew breath "I want to know if you'd let me kiss you..."
Eerin look was worth more then a thousands words, her smile was a mile wide and she looked as if she didn't know whether to laugh or cry with joy, so she nodded.
Lister took her head in his hands and gently pulled her towards him, he was just about to place his lips on hers when the door to his flat was hurled open.
"SHE'S SINGLE!"
Jerry was stood at the doorway, face flushed with excitement, a brand new copy of'Hiya' celebrity magazine in his hand.
"SHE'S SINGLE!" he sang, dancing into the flat, skipping through the pages of the magazine.
Lister, who up until this point had been speechless with shock and rage, suddenly found his voice "Jerry... what the hell are you doin' here...I thought I made it clear I wanted you to piss off!"
"I know" said Jerry, pulling a face, "but I just have to show you this" he then squeezed himself inbetween Lister and Eerin, "look" he beamed, shoving the glossy magazine into Lister's face "LOOK!"
"I will if you stop trying to shove it up me nose" he snapped, grabbing the magazine out of Jerry's hands.
Lister did as he was told, and looked at the double page spread.
"Sexy Sopton's suddenly single" boasted the headline.
"What is it with crappy celeb mags and the over use of alliteration?" asked Lister,
"Just read...read...READ!" demanded Jerry, stabbing the page with his digit finger.
"Okay, okay," said Lister, shaking his head "don't get your g-string in a knot" and he turned his attention back to the article.
He looked at the pictures first.
The same young woman was splashed across the pace. She was beautiful...but it was manufactured beauty, Her skin...a little too orange, eyes a little too wide and grin a little too glossed over. Wide and gleaming white were all good words to describe Sophia Sopton. Paparazzi snaps showed her clad in the latest fashion garb wrapping her up, blonde hair trailing behind her, a single tear running down her cheek as she left her boyfriends (no ex-boyfriends) apartment.
Lister still had no idea why the hell this had anything to do with him.
"It's Sophia Sopton," announced Jerry, tugging on Lister's arm with un-squashable joy
"You know...the model...she's single!"
"And?" said Lister, still completely missing the point
"She loves your band!"
"And?"
Jerry gave an over dramatically exasperated sigh "so...I say you get in there!"
"Jerry" said Lister slowly; closing the magazine "I'm kind of already goin' out with someone else" he gave Eerin a supportive smile behind Jerry's back.
"That Eergen girl" he snorted, "who cares!"
"She might," said Lister icily "as she's sat right beside you"
Jerry's grin slipped off his face, he turned slowly to see Eerin glaring at him.
"You know I was only joking, right," he laughed,
"I'd better go," said Eerin standing up and grabbing her boots.
"Eerin, please…don't go..." pleaded Lister, jumping up off the couch "Jerry was just leaving...weren't you Jerry"
"What?" said Jerry, who salvaged the magazine off the floor and was currently reading the front page scandals "No, i'm not leaving"
"Will you never get the hint?" yelled Lister,
"What hint?" asked Jerry, genuinely perplexed. Lister would have loved to there and then beat Jerry to death with the blasted magazine, but he had bigger problems...Eerin was in the process of pulling on her coat.
"Eerin" Lister begged, taking hold of her hand "please...don't leave because of him...he didn't mean what he said...honest!"
She paused briefly and glanced him in the eye; Lister could swear her eyes were welling up a bit,
"I'll talk to you later Dave" and with a swift peck on the cheek and a disgusted glance at Jerry she pulled out a pair of pumps from her bag slipped them on and left the apartment muttering something about a quick get away.
Lister groaned, he didn't give Eerin a 'proper' kiss...and know she'd gone...and would probably not call...or acknowledge his existence in anyway...or if she did...she'd be selling her story of her 'Disaster date with Dave' to 'Hiya' magazine for a five figure sum... he groaned and covered his face with his hands.
Jerry meanwhile looked up from his nails which he was now buffing, "Shall we give Sophia a ring then?"
