Lar-ton's A/N: Guttentag mein freundlings...2 years of German and that's all i've got to show for it...well it's better then my 5 years of French and the onlyphrase I know is 'lelandeman soir'...which means the following evening! Okay, more Cally in this chapter, she rocks! Me and Liz have had a pretty terriable day...so Ii tried to cheer her up by writing a little scene between Cally and Lister...she then said I couldn't just leave it like that...so I wrote more...and...well..read on and find out! Also, chapters may become more angsty as time wears on as both me and Liz are huge fans of 'My Chemical Romance' and have fallen in love with the song 'I'm not okay'...Lovin' the "Trust me" bit! Sorry, here I am rambling on about German, French and songs...meh...anywho! enjoy chapter. Also we'd love it if you told us the bits you liked, and if there are any of you out there...reading...but not reviewing...please do...we don't mind annoymous reviews...we just like feedback...we're junkies...so be nice and give us our fix!
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Sunrise and Rage
"Bastard" yelled Cally, as Lister told of how Jerry had completely ruined his chances with Eerin.
"Tell me about it" he groaned.
He and Cally were shopping, well to be precise, Cally was shopping and Lister was just tagging along with her so he had someone to whine to.
Cally lit a cigarette, ignoring the 'No Smoking' signs that literally covered the walls of the boutique "now, here's what you do Dave" she said forcefully, waving her cigarette at him menacingly "Grab the geezer by the nuts and say 'back off my life, it's mine, I've worked damn hard for it and there isn't any room in it for fat, poncy, overpaid, undersexed dictators... got it'!"
Lister shook his head, looking slightly scared "sorry, I lost you from the bit where you said I should grab his nuts!" he gave an irrepressible shudder "ugh, bad mental image!"
Cally plucked a lime green halter neck dress from a nearby rack "Whatcha think?" she asked, holding it against her figure and smiling.
Lister checked to see if she was serious "I think it's disgustin''!"
"Great...I'll get it!"
"I didn't know lookin' like a walking kiwi was in this season," he said, looking around at the garishly coloured clothes with hideously expensive prices and wondering if having extreme amounts of money shrouded your sense of style.
"It's not…" said Cally, only half listening as she was drooling over a pair of knee high white leather boots with pink fur around the ankles. "That look was last season...this season it's all about clinical colours, sweetie!"
"Cally, I know how much shopping for stupid over priced crap means to you, but please...i need advice on what to do about Eerin...please!"
She gave a sigh and turned to Lister, wrapping her arm round his shoulders protectively "have you got her number?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Call her" said Cally, "call her and put everything straight...if you think she's the 'one' and you believe you can trust her not to sell your bath water on eBay, then go for it!"
"Thanks Cal" smiled Lister, his mind now at ease, he made to leave but she grabbed his arm,
"One more thing...if this bitch messes about with you in any way, shape or form...I'll break both her legs with a sledgehammer…"
Lister winced "i'm glad you know how to be a proper lady, it'd be just horrid if you were violent and malicious!"
Cally frowned "seriously Dave, you're like my little bro, I love you to bits...and I don't want you to get hurt...so just be careful…okay!"
The phone call to Eerin didn't go as well as Lister would have hoped.
Firstly, he was nervous and garbled his profuse apologies down the phone only to realize he'd accidentally called his local takeaway. When he eventually did get through to Eerin, things went from bad to worse. She sounded really upset and Lister apologizing seemed to make it worse.
"I'm sorry Dave, it's just...when Jerry waltzed in and was eager to set you up with that Sopton stick insect...it all sort of hit home...I like you, but I don't want to rush into things, because if I do, I'll probably find myself splashed across tacky celebrity news magazines"
"You won't, I swear," said Lister hastily. He knew he could never actually stop that from happening, the paparazzi were everywhere. If you had just been thrown from a nightclub you could bet your money that within a minute at least 5 of them would be there, cameras flashing, asking you to turn this way and that so they could see the full extent of your drunkenness...this had happened to Lister on several occasions.
"I just want to take things slow" said Eerin, "let's be friends first and see what comes of it"
In any normal situation with any other girl, Lister would have seen this as a rejection; he'd then label the girl frigid and leave as quickly as possible. But with Eerin things were different, Lister was perfectly okay with the 'lets be friends first' idea, in fact...he thought it was better then them rushing into a relationship.
Too many times in the past he'd allowed himself to be seduced by a girl, who turned out to be either a gold digger, a two timer or an undercover reporter...in fact, one girl had been all 3.
"That's fine," said Lister, "so, where would you like to go tomorrow as friends?"
Lister looked up at the oak beams, "wow, thought you said it was small"
Eerin giggled," I said no such thing- I said it was quaint but I didn't say it was small."
Lister pulled a pretend scowl, "same difference!"
Eerin elbowed him gently as Lister admired the rest of the pottery barn/coffee house.
It was quaint alright, a converted barn that had somehow managed to withstand years of redevelopment and bombing within London long enough to be bought by a artsy type who, with the aid of deep velvet purple curtains, midnight blue walls, cherry rugs and dark hard wooden floors had created a somewhat mix between a fortune tellers hut and an art classroom.
"So, what d'you actually do here...beside admire the ceiling?"
"Pottery"
Lister looked slightly uncomfortable "oh...right...and am I expected to-" he made gestures with his hands and nodded towards the display of brightly coloured painted vases, bowls, and mugs.
Eerin grinned impishly "oh yes" she laughed, "it's a rule, first timer comers have to make something"
"Have you got to make something besides a mess?" said Lister, raising his eyes to the ceiling that was covered in ivy and hundreds of miniature clay fairies that were available for sale.
Eerin placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder "it's easy, and I'll help you out"Easy wasn't the word Lister would have used to describe pottery...bloody impossible was much more fitting.
Within 5 minutes he was literally covered in mud, and he made the mistake and itching his head with clay covered fingers.
"How you getting on?" asked Eerin brightly, sitting at the pedestal next to him.
Lister didn't bother answering and just groaned.
"That bad" she laughed, "here, let me help."
She went round the back of Lister and crouched down, she slid her arms round his torso and held his clay covered hands "it's all in the movement of your fingers" she explained, making his hands glide over the lump of clay.
"I can move my fingers just fine thank you…only it's not during pottery!" he said cheekily
Eerin gave him a slap on the wrist for his innuendo and continued to mould the clay,
Lister began chuckling
"What's so funny?" asked, tilting her head to look at him,
"I was just thinkin'...this is like that scene in 'Ghost', where she's sat at the pedestal making that pot and her boyfriend comes out and they start making this pot together...getting all intimate...and what your doing is really…like what happens…" he trailed off as he saw how un-amused Eerin looked. "I just thought it was funny," he said, cringing.
"As I remember correctly" said Eerin quietly "after they'd played about with the pot...they had mad, passionate sex"
Lister smiled "oh, must have forgotten how that bit goes! Care to refresh my memory?"Eerin gave a short laugh "I've forgotten it too!"
"Damn" swore Lister,
Several hours later, Eerin and Lister left the coffee bar/pottery barn.
"You didn't do that badly," said Eerin, "in fact i'm quite impressed, not many first time potters can make a vase"
"Come off it" said Lister, "you were the one doin' all the work..."
There was a moment of silence, "I guess I'd better be going" said Lister, "can I give you a hug...to say goodbye"
Eerin nodded, and couldn't help grinning as Lister cuddled her close, "check your pocket" he whispered in her ear before he broke off and walked away. Eerin watched him walk off before putting her hand in her jacket pocket. Her fingers closed round an unfamiliar object and she pulled it out.
It was a tiny clay fairy with jet-black hair and emerald green eyes...
