Raging Tree Trunk's A/N: Ok, amongst getting my room painted Barbie pink (not intended), drooling over my chemical romance, pc breakdowns and listening to alternative dance music me and sunrise have managed to jigsaw together yet another chappie of Hiya for your enjoyment, soo err, enjoy, love tofu and skater anthems.
Liz aka Raging Tree Trunk : )
Sunrise over the tango factory's A/N: Hey my cool peeps! I've hardly had a spare moment this holiday, revision classes, homework, cleaning, going down to Urbis and being forced to meet new people...if anyone was approached on Friday, at Urbis by a group of 5 girls offering malteasers...then I was the red haired one who just stood there stupidly and hardly said a word! So, somehow and don't ask me how, we've managed to harness our creative energy and here it is. A Brand new chappie! Also, Liz and me feel it is quite important for us to mention, that we've both fallen in love with Jerry (ug, not in that way, as a character)...ah yes, we've become quite smitten with the little man bitch! Plenty more of him to come! Enjoy.
Sunny
Coughing, spluttering and gasping for breath, Lister sat bolt upright, wiping the water from his eyes. To most people, throwing yourself into an icy cold bath first thing in the morning would be a pretty crazy thing to do, but Lister could tell by his hangover that it refused to be soothed out by coffee and aspirin.
He gave a small sigh as the relentless pounding inside his head decreased a little, and he lay back. Staring at the ceiling, submerged in freezing water, Lister's thoughts turned to Eerin.
They'd been going out as 'friends' for 5 weeks now, and he still didn't know what to make of their relationship.
The more time he spent with her, the more he found himself falling for her. His waking thoughts were devoted to her, and in his dreams her elfish features and long black hair seemed to reach into his very soul and bring life to some of his darkest desires.
Lister knew that his feelings for Eerin were a lot more than just 'friends', but he didn't know if she felt the same way. She'd smile when he turned up on her doorstep, and she'd try her hardest not to look to upset when he had to leave, but she never held his hand, never asked for a kiss…never asked if their relationship could be taken to the next level.
"Lister?" came a shout, making him jump and knock an empty wine glass off the bath edge where it shattered on the floor.
Jerry poked his head round the door "there you are." he laughed, coming fully into the bathroom, he glanced at Lister, who was lay fully clothed in the bath.
"You do know you're meant to remove your clothes before you get in" said Jerry, crossing his arms in a very camp way.
"Not when it's a hangover cure," groaned Lister.
"Hangover?" repeated Jerry, outraged "3 times this week I've come round and you've been hung-over!"
"I couldn't help it" said Lister, standing up and ringing out his shirt "I went out with Cally last night…and she can get anyone to drink, and by anyone I mean even the most determined monk who believes alcohol is a sin…she could have him bladdered within an hour."
Jerry rolled his eyes towards heaven; "you've got to reinforce some self control…what would it look like if you turned up for a press conference hung-over!"
Lister, who was drying his face with a towel froze "press conference?"
"Yeah, for that thing, you know- the thing-the thing we needed to do for the press…that thing!"
"What thing?" snapped Lister
Jerry shifted uncomfortably "didn't I tell you?"
"Yeah" said Lister sarcastically "that's why I sound so shocked, because I'm completely in the know" he scowled and pushed passed his agent.
"Davey" said Jerry pleasantly "please don't hate me…"
"Too late!"
Jerry decided to change the subject quickly "so, what did you crazy kids get up to last night?"
Lister first of all didn't take kindly to be called a 'crazy kid', and secondly he knew Jerry was only asking so he wouldn't have his brains beaten out for continuing with the previous conversation. "Well I met up with Cally at 2."
"Am or pm?" asked Jerry, as 'drinking time' could start at any time where Callidora was concerned.
"Pm" replied Lister, grabbing a clean t-shirt off the stairs and quickly pulling it on "we went out, got pissed, I was back here for 5…"
"5 pm… well I am impressed"
Lister grinned "5 am, this morning!"
Jerry was appalled " 5 AM! What the hell are you, some kind of maniac! Staying out that late wreaks havoc with your skin!" he gave a shudder "it's bringing me out in blotchy skin just thinking about it…got any moisturiser?"
Lister gave Jerry a strange look before walking up to his bedroom, he was just about to close the door on him when:
"You and Eerin still going out?"
Lister hesitated "Yeah, why? What's it to you?"
Jerry walked over "oh nothing" he smiled "just wanted to know. How are things going…had sex yet?"
Lister was about to lie but the look he gave spoiled his chances. Jerry gave a loud gasp of shock and placed a hand on his chest.
"You've been going out for 5 weeks and you've not had sex YET?" he then began fanning himself furiously "Dave my lad, I think you're loosing your touch!"
"We're taking it slow" hissed Lister angrily, "and I've not lost my touch…granted that in previous relationships I've met a girl, kissed her, shagged her, dumped her before 5 weeks, but Eerin isn't just any girl…she's…indescribable!"
Jerry raised an eyebrow "for once, I agree!"
Lister was about to have a good old slanging match with Jerry but found he just didn't have the energy "what times this stupid press release then?" he asked wearily.
"3.30"
Lister nodded "I'll got get ready"
"That's my little rocker," said Jerry heartily, "you go make yourself look gorgeous, I'll just potter around quietly"
"Whatever" grumbled Lister, closing his bedroom door.
Jerry waited to make sure he didn't come out again before grabbing his cell phone; he feverishly punched a number in and held it to his ear "Sophia" he smiled "it's on!"
Jerry tutted as Lister stared sullenly out of the car window, but he was ignored.
So Jerry tutted again, louder this time, Lister merely turned away and acted he hadn't heard.
Jerry frowned before tutting once again; it was the equivalent of 'shout tutting', this time Lister snapped
"What the fuck is your problem?" he yelled, spinning round to face Jerry.
"Why did you have to wear those clothes?"
Lister looked down at himself trying to spot a fault before looking back at Jerry confused and slightly insulted "what's wrong with these clothes?"
"Oh nothing" smiled Jerry "if you don't mind looking like a scruff bag!"
Lister didn't think he looked particularly scruffy; he was wearing his black jeans, a white t-shirt, a black blazer with band badges on the labels and his black Doc Martens, compared to some of the stuff he could have worn, he looked quite smart.
"I don't look like a scruff" he retorted
Jerry let out an obnoxious laugh "well...that's debatable"
Lister frowned "okay, if we're criticizing clothes, d'you remember when we went the opening of the 'Pemming Institute of modern music' and you were wearing that gray suit with thick green pinstripes and you asked if you looked alright and I said 'yeah."
Jerry nodded "yes"
"I lied," grinned Lister
"WHAT!" screeched Jerry
"Personally I thought you looked like a walking wall with a moss problem!"
Jerry was now in a state of complete shock, "wall…I LOOKED LIKE A WALL…IN PUBLIC AND NO BODY HAD THE GUTS TO TELL ME!" he yelled.
"Why you so bothered about me lookin' like a scruff anyway, it's only a press conference..."
"Ah" said Jerry, twitching "erm, well, for the reason that if you look bad…then I look bad. We've got a reputation to keep up Lister and plus, you don't know if there's a lady there who quite tickles your fancy" he then winked and settled back in his seat.
Lister just shrugged and thought nothing more about it. It was only when the car stopped outside the 'Maison Brume' one the most expensive and trendy restaurants in London.
"Why we stopping here?" asked Lister, as Jerry climbed gracefully out of the car, he swore under his breath and scrambled out after him.
"Jerry, have you got fake tan in your ears or something? WHY ARE WE HERE? Aren't press releases usually in hotels or board rooms?"
Jerry said nothing but smoothed out imaginary creases on Lister's blazer before striding into "Maison Brume".
"Jerry" hissed Lister chasing after him, before freezing.
He felt his blood run cold as he saw what lay ahead of him.
Sophia Sopton.
Dressed in a red evening gown.
Beaming at him.
Sat at a table for two...
