Justin woke up at three o'clock in the afternoon. Not a bad time considering he went to sleep close to six am. He was already out of bed when Daphne walked in with a cup of coffee. Justin was fingering through his old fashioned Compact Disc collection. To someone who buys, sells and creates all his own music on computer, anything bought in hard copy is considered out of date.

Pulling out one of his favourites Justin inserted it into his computer and brought it up in his main media player. Unplugging the headphone's from the speakers the song intro started up and Daphne groaned.

"You are so weird, it's like a whole new definition of the word." She growled above the volume.

Smirking, Justin lowered the volume control. They had a long standing debate on what could be considered music and what was just pretty noise.

"Come on, it's good." He plopped down beside her and started sniffing around her coffee, it smelled good.

"There not even real Lesbians. Not even Bi. There Fakes."

He had the target in his site. Just need to work out the right angel to tilt it with minimum spillage on his sheets and maximum coffee in his mouth.

"Fakes with a great sound team." And go!

Yes. He'd successfully tilted Daphne's cup into his mouth while she was studying his TATU poster, just like she did every day. Only four drops on his Ying Yang bed sheets. She didn't even notice, he was improving his technique.

Mmmmm good coffee.

"So go worship there sound team, and take the stupid poster down, it's embarrassing."

"Go look at your own walls."

"And leave you to wake up in your own time? You'd sleep like, twenty four hours at a time."

"Don't exaggerate, it'd only be about half that."

Rolling her eye's Daphne placed her cup (with less in it then she remembered there being) on Justin's desk top between the numerous dishes already there (she'd swear half the kitchen was in here.) and lay back on Justin's bed.

"So who was the guy at the bar last night?"

"Just a test bunny." That was there term for someone picked at random to hit on for the soul purpose of asking randomly for reviews of Justin's music.

Reaching her arm forward Daphne let her fingertips flutter along the edges of the Gryphon design on Justin's back. The paints had run last night from all the heat and sweat. Justin curled a little further in on himself. He knew what Daphne meant.

"I don't need a boyfriend Daph." He turned to face her, showing how serious he was.

She just gave him that sympathetic look that only crosses from someone who has a partner to someone without one. Phycologically she knew that it was possible to function without another person, but she was in love and that meant her best friend had to be in love too so he could be as happy as she was.

"Take a shower." She ordered, getting up and grabbing her coffee. Walking towards the door. "You stink."

Grabbing a towel from the hall closet she tossed it at him, covering his face in pink fluffy towelness. When she was out of sight Justin stopped his CD, ejected and placed it carefully back in it's case, then in it's alphabetical slot on the CD tower.

Curious he lifted an arm and stuck his nose in his armpit. Oh ok, ew, bad, bad smell. Shower seriously needed. Grabbing the towel he walked into the bathroom and started up the shower.

Letting the water run Justin twisted infront of the mirror, trying to see the drawing on his back. It had run slightly in black rivulets down his skin. He was sad to see it go, it was really beautiful and he felt it had given him luck last night. Pushing down the pants he'd slept in Justin studied his body. Maybe he could get it done as a tattoo, Blain would love the free advertising. Design students were whores that way.

Getting in the shower the hot water stung his sensitive skin making him wince and jump. Maybe not a permanent tattoo then, there where other ways. He could get it done in henna, that was fairly painless and could last for weeks. It would be a dark orange colour though, not black like ink or the marker had been.

Shaking his head the water splashed across the shower's glass door. Time to think about work, someone from the club was going to call him tomorrow morning with word on how his debut was taken, judging on that they would decide if they still required his services. He felt things had gone well last night. By four am most had left or where getting ready to leave. He'd had no complaints.

By the time the music had stopped for the night, Justin was exhausted. An all nighter would take a lot out of anyone. Usually a night at a club is taken in shifts atleast two DJ's, but because some of there regulars had skipped town and they were desperate they'd taken a chance on Justin. Being a new name he'd had to prove himself by going beyond what was normally asked.

Wondering made his guts ache, he had to stay positive, he had to believe that DJ Sunshine was good enough for them. He wouldn't allow himself to think any other way about it, if he did he'd probably throw up.

Today was going to be the hardest part. Daphne was of to spend the night with her boyfriend, a guy named Joe, an openly bisexual accounting major who liked to pinch Justin's butt, made great french toast and could make Daphne scream like the universe was ending most nights he stayed over. She'd go to school with him tomorrow taking her car, leaving Justin to catch the bus to PIFA.

When he'd finished showering, and the black ink running down the drain around his feet had given way to clear water, Justin got out and drying of, walked into the living room. Daphne was on the couch with a full backpack at her feet, watching Daredevil. Justin wrapped the towel securely around his waist and sat down beside her.

"So when are you going to Joe's?"

Daphne didn't look away from the screen.

"He's picking me up."

Joe got wheels? Did this mean Justin got to play with Daphne's car?

"Since when does he have a car?" Justin leaned forward and picked up the remote.

"Since monday, you should see him, he's so proud of himself."

"For buying a car?"

Justin fast forwarded the hetero sex scene.

"I don't know, he just spends a lot of time rubbing it with a cloth and whispering to it. I think I'm jealous."

"What kind is it?"

"Red."

Rolling his eye's Justin hits play as Matt Merdock enters the fancy party and meets the Kingpin.

A knock at the door drawers there attention. Daphne get's up with a smile.

"That'll be your motorsexual lover."

She walked back specifically to slap the back of his head before going back to open the front door.

Switching of the movie Justin got up and walked past the happy lovers, greeting each other in a very happy lovers kind of way. Before he forgot Justin turned to Daphne and decided to ask her while she was distracted.

"Does this mean I can use your car?"

"Mmmmhmmmm" Daphne mumbled around Joe's face. Joe lifted one hand from Daphne's back to give Justin a thumbs up. Signalling that Daphne was ok with that. Nodding Justin walked down the hall into his room and closed the door. Not thinking about how nice it would be if he had someone to be happy lovers with.

t/b/c