Lock, Stock, and Music: Part Two
a jem fanfic by d.l. schizoauthoress
Kimber was the first to pull back from their hug. Stormer blinked, surprised at this sudden change in the usually-affectionate young woman. Then she remembered the presence of Kimber's older sister and the Holograms, who were looking on a tad uncomfortably. But rather than be annoyed, Stormer was vaguely amused. It must be written in the Hologram Handbook; page sixteen, paragraph two: "Thou shalt not hug another woman in public for too long. It is bad press, and a little icky." Just another reason to be glad that she'd turned down the offer to become a Hologram.
Not, of course, that she'd ever done anything 'intimate' with Roxy and Pizzazz. Unless a late-night game of naked Marco Polo counted. What could she say? They'd had a couple of drinks, their swimsuits were at the cleaners, and Pizzazz had demanded that they go out to the pool. And if Jem and the others thought that Pizzazz was bad in public, they'd never seen a drunk Pizzazz denied what she wanted at home. (Okay, technically, Stormer could have gone swimming in a bra and panties, but she'd been wearing her black ones that day and didn't want them faded by the chlorine. And Roxy would have called her a prude.)
Besides, it wasn't like her bandmates had ever done anything really sexual. . . well, okay, they probably had. But she didn't particularly like to consider that sort of thing. Because on more than one occassion before hitting it big, all three Misfits had had to share a single hotel room. And Stormer, being a heavy sleeper, wouldn't have woken up if Pizzazz and Roxy had decided to indulge in their carnal desires. And, well, the thought of being in the same room as people who were having sex -- even if one was asleep (and definitely not participating!) while they did it -- was sort of vulgar.
Then again, nobody ever said that the Misfits were above vulgarity.
"See ya 'round, kid," Stormer said, giving Kimber's shoulder a quick, friendly squeeze.
Kimber winked. "Maybe even sometime after four-thirty," she joked.
Stormer walked down the hallway as fast as she dared, not wanting to insult Kimber and the others by running, but not wanting to give Pizzazz the impression that she'd rather stay, either. As she rounded the corner, she saw that she hadn't needed to worry. Roxy was leaning against the wall, and as Stormer appeared, she checked her watch. Jetta was ripping the leaves off a fake potted plant near the elevators, and Pizzazz was standing inside the elevator, her palm pressed flat on the 'Emergency Stop' button.
"Minute and a half," Roxy commented as she stepped in beside Pizzazz. "No tearful goodbyes, Stormer?"
Stormer shrugged as she and Jetta followed, "Tears of joy, maybe, once I left. You guys know that they just offered me that spot in the band because they thought they needed to, so Kimber'd go back to them."
Jetta scoffed, "Besides, they've got so many band members and hangers-on these days, if you did join up, the stage'd probably collapse."
Pizzazz laughed, and pressed the button indicating the lobby floor. With a soft chime, the door slid shut on the newly reunited Misfits.
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