"Met… Met-!" the voice tried not to scream as she clung to the windowsill for dear life. "Metallica I order you to wake up his instant!" by now the silver hair doll didn't care if Chris woke up or not. She unhooked her guitar and threw it at her friend.
The instrument made an audible 'kloonnnng!' meaning she'd hit her target; score.
"What now?" the sleep-eyed Angel rolled over in her tissue box bed.
"Were heading out. And you're coming this time!"
"Do we have to do this every single Friday night?" she asked angrily, but quieted down as her Deus stirred slightly.
"Yes! Now hurry up!" a third, more cheerful voice piped up. She scrambled onto the windowsill, smoothing out her pink dress. Ever wonder what happens when Claire, Chris and Miyako are at school? Well the Angels spend their time making clothes for the big Friday night bashes in the mouse hole. All is explained later.
Shani hadn't gotten around to finishing her shoes, so she had to live with her ballet slippers. Metallica shuffled around in the tissue box for a moment, removing a navy blue tank top and shorts outfit from under her makeshift covers. She quickly changed from her pajamas and jumped from Chris's desk to the windowsill, bringing Haru's guitar with her.
When they had crawled down from the window to the garden Metallica assumed they were out of earshot of Chris. She then gripped the neck and slammed the guitar down onto her friend's head. Haru grumbled but didn't say a word, she had it coming.
They jogged out of the neighborhood, onto the boardwalk and then sneaked into a club called: Aqua. From there they suck close to the wall, slipping through a mouse hole and into what is called: Aqua-Mini. Music from the club pounded against the walls, and all sorts of Angel ravers bounced up and down in the crowded room to some pop music. Haru seemed to enjoy the music so she darted into the crowd, joining the mass of Angels.
Shani bounced on her heels a moment, scanned the room, then screamed and followed after Haru in a pink and blue blur. The heavy metal shook her head, making her way to the bar. "What'll it be?" the bartender asked.
"Penzoil, on the rocks." The Angel muttered, rested her chin on her palm. (Well I thought Angels would drink oil to keep their joints running? Yanno, instead of alcohol, haha.) She drummed her fingers on the counter patiently waiting for the next song, which turned out to be trance.
Haru returned from the crowd about ten minutes later, pulling up a stool next to her friend. "Why aren't you out there?" she asked, rested both elbows on the counter. Metallica took a sip of her drink and sighed.
"Just don't feel like it tonight. Don't you think we've kind of beat this thing to death? We've been coming here ever since the end of summer." She asked, turning to stare face to face with the power Angel.
"Well, maybe a little-" she replied, ordering a Quaker State. "But there's not much else to do out here." She paused, twirling around a sunflower seed from a nearby bowl. (Instead of peanuts they're sunflower seeds for Angels. Haha again) "We're lucky we even found this place." Haru added with a small sigh.
The bartender returned with her drink and they both paused to take a long gulp of oil. "But," Metallica started again, "Don't you ever thin there's a little more to life than dancing and fighting?"
"Not for Chris and Miyako." Haru said with a small grin. They laughed about it for a moment, sighing and talking another long gulp. "And not for us either." Haru continued looking a little more serious now.
Once again they took another long drink before ordering another round. "What's that supposed to mean?" Metallica asked, emptying her almost empty glass.
Haru did the same before replying, "I'm just saying we we're built-" she paused as the bartender returned with a fresh round, "We we're built to battle. Though the three idiots also make us dance while we battle as their technique. We really don't have much of a life."
The metal Angel nodded taking another long sip, which meant it was her turn to speak, "Yeah, but we've got three years to live, shouldn't we make the best of it? We're already seven months old dammit!" her words were a bit slurred.
Before Metallica could say anymore Haru took a drink, "Yes, but we're built to serve. Not to live."
They both took a long drink, almost chugging the last of their oil when Shani showed up. "Hey guys!" she slapped both of them on the back at the same time. The Angels covered their mouths but couldn't help spit up a little black liquid.
Metallica swallowed and turn to glare at the ballerina Angel, "Don't do that to us!" she roared over the music.
Shani put her hand on her hips and pouted, "Ya don't have to be so mean about it!"
Haru wiped some oil from her lips and set her glass down, "Don't bother arguing Sha, she's pretty much drunk."
"Oh god, not that Penzoil stuff again! You know that stuff is strong!" Shani cried. Metallica seemed to have completely ignored her, for she ordered another round.
"Metallica!" Haru and Shani cried.
"Good morning sunshines-!" Shani called cheerfully, jumping onto Miyako's windowsill where Metallica and Haru were sitting, both hung over.
"Shut the hell up." Metallica growled, rolling onto her side to sleep some more.
Well here's just a little 1000 word mini adventure while I finish working on Valiant and get back on track with Don't Dance Solo. Yes, Rain of Ages is gone, give me a couple weeks to sort out my life and I'll be back on track. Anyways, just to keep people from rioting or something I threw this in there, I really wanted to make a short story of Haru and Metallica getting drunk. Since I don't like Shani or Claire very much they don't get big roles. Sorreh Claire fans- she's just like Zack, a crappy character I made up when I was high on sugar. So after a few cream sodas I finally came up with this idea, Haru and Metallica talking about life issues. Pshaw, like they have any. Anyways, this might happen if they could think and stuff ( and get drunk for that matter). Ve1vet, over and out-