hahahaha Nathan got really hammered lastnight. How is he gonna make it up to Flame? Or will she just forget about it? And what about Brutus? Read and wait, avid dethfans.
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He awoke the next morning with a splitting headache.
"Uuugggghhhhh... why do I drink so much after a stupid tour?" he asked no one.
He climbed out of bed and realized he was stark naked and covered in something sticky. He knew in a moment it was not beer.
"My god... what the hell did I do?!?!?" he cried.
He grabbed a pair of underwear and ran out into the hall. On the way he bumped in Flame. She was wearing nothing but a knee length nightshirt, black. She had a shamrock tatoo on her calf.
"Nathan, what- oh my god," she said, seeing him in his underwear.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, eyes wide, almost afraid of what she would say.
"WHAT DID I DO LASTNIGHT?!" he yelled.
"Uck," she said, noticing the dried semen on his stomach.
"What ? Tell me!!!!!" he demanded.
"NOTHING! Nothing, alright? You guys were so plastered, I drove the murdercycle back and some of the roadies helped you back to your room, nothing happened! Calm down," she replied, gently prying his hands from her shouders.
"...Oh... uhh... I should go... get dressed then," he muttered, lowering his eyes while still managing to look slightly embarassed.
She smiled.
"You do that."
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Once he was fully dressed, he knocked on Flame's door, a little further down the hall and closer to Toki's bedroom.
She answered the door in a pair of lime green Tripp pants with black fishnet and silver skulls embossed on all the pockets, chains for straps. Totally metal. She was wearing his old Dethklok shirt that Charles had loaned her. How he had gotten hold of it was a mystery.
"Yeah?" she asked.
He rubbed the back of his neck in embarassment.
"C'mon. Show you where the uh. Food room is. Yeah," he growled.
"Sure," she said. She went back to the bed, made it slopily and joined him at the door. Her room still looked bare with only her swords as decorations.
He led her to the main dining room, although in truth the band ate pretty much anywhere they felt like.
The others were already seated and nearly all of them had hangovers.
"Nothing happenesd lastnight, rights?" asked Toki.
"No," said Flame.
"Your breakfasts, my lords," said Pierre. He began setting down plates of scrambled eggs and bacon, along with muffins. Nathan took one sniff of the eggs and wanted to vomit.
He spewed a gout of blood that tore at his insides.
"Ugh... ugggh... I think I need another liver transplant," he said as if it were the greatest wonder of the world.
"Uuuhh!!!" Flame stared, totally fascinated. Of course she didn't know about his binge drinking or his consequent liver failure.
"Hey, uhh... Nathan, are you okay?" she asked gently, looking somewhat concerned.
"I uh... need to go for a minute," he excused himself.
"Could I use your laptop to meet up with Joanna while you're gone?" she asked suddenly.
"Yeah, sure whatever, it's... in my room. Don't touch anything," he replied, not even thinking. His stomach hurt.
He headed off to the infirmary on the grounds.
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She finished breakfast and headed down towards Nathan's bedroom, unsure what she was going to find there.
As it turned out, she was attacked upon entering the room. Something small, black and fuzzy.
(A/N: To quote Dominic Deegan's annoying cat, DEATH FROM ABOVE!)
"Yah!"
She plucked whatever it was off her face and looked into the huge yellow eyes of a furry black cat no bigger than a kitten.
"Mrawr?"
She chuckled weakly to herself and held the cat close, stroking it. Typical. So Mr. Big Dead and Metal had a softer side after all. She found it irresistably attractive.
His room was a bit bigger than hers but his bed was in the middle against a wall, with a lavish devil horned headboard (it resembled facebones, the band's infamous mascot) and had black sheets and a bloodred coverlett. Everything else was black and brutal and metal, from the spiked dragon mirror to the bat-wing shaped toilet handle she could see through an open door that led to a bathroom.
Nice room, she thought.
She spottted his laptop on a vanity against the wall opposite his bed, with the same dragon winged mirror frame. It was covered with bits of what looked like broken watches, makeup (black), nail polish, a hairbrush filled with black hair, tissues, the usual jumble of random things. And a journal made of black veined marble with a skull lock.
Shouldn't touch it, he'll know you looked, she reminded herself. He probably hadn't even written in it since they'd been back.
She grabbed the laptop and the cable for it and left his room before she could give in to temptation.
She decided to go to the main room of the mansion, a combination sitting/living room and arcade. It even had a hot tub. At the moment, only Skwisgaar was using it. Murderface was nowhere to be found and Toki was dozing on a couch.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked the Swede.
He looked up.
"Nos, just keep your feets to yours elfs," he said. He had his guitar half submerged under the water.
She set Nathan's laptop down far enough away from the water and noticed a sort of flotation rig that was vaguely laptop shaped. Did Nathan sometimes play around on the computer in the hot tub, too?
She found out soon enough. It fit perfectly.
She headed back to her room and pulled off her clothes, replacing them with a black swimsuit with a death metal logo across the chest and tied a towel around her waist. She headed back to the hot tub and climbed in slowly. The water was scorching!
"Ouch.. hot," she gasped.
"Well, whats do you expects? It's why dey calls it a hot tubs!" scolded Skwisgaar, fingering the frets of his guitar. He noticed her swimsuit but didn't say anything.
Her skin was pale as fresh milk and it made her hair look more vibrant and bloodied. She reached for the laptop, plugged it in and turned it on. It floated gently on the water's surface.
The desktop came up. A picture of the band against a lightning torn backdrop. She double clicked on the yahoo mail icon and Nathan's email popped up. She clicked sign out and signed in as herself to check her email. Nothing. Figured.
She typed in www dot dominicdeegan dot com and read the latest update of her at-the-moment favorite webcomic. Hilarious. They were all covered in puke.
She closed out of that and searched his desktop for a messenger icon. None.
She went into it manually, instead. Signed into the hotmail homepage and her little chatbox came up. Joanna was on for once! Happy days!
She doubled clicked on her name and her particular chat window came up. Dethklok.
She smiled and typed fast like she always did. Her rapid typing caught Skwisgaar's attention.
"You types fast," he commented.
"Mmm," she grunted, not looking up.
A/N Chat box quotes will be marked with a """)
""" takes deep breath... SCHMOEY!""""
A pause. She was writing.
""""takes deep breath... NAET!""" (Pronounced "nate")
"""What are you up to? No forget it, I don;t care, guess where I am right now"""
A pause.
""""Where?"""""
""""In a hot tub with Skwisgaar Skwigelf. And I'm using Nathan Explosion's laptop""""
A nother pause. Then,
""" YOU SUCK!!!!!""""
She laughed out loud at that, awakening Toki from his doze.
"Whats?" asked Skwisgaar. "You's looking ups porn?"
"Don't you wish," she replied.
"I'm coming ins dere," said Toki, and he stripped his pants and shirt off to reveal plain white underwear. He slipped in between Skwisgaar and Flame.
"""" BITCH!! I wish I was there!""""""
She hurriedly typed back a reply.
""""I'm gonna invite you to webcam, hang on a sec""""
She had indeed just spotted what looked like one of the new micro webcams taped to the top of Nathan's laptop.
She invited her to webcam and she soon showed up in the window. Black shoulder length hair, glasses, a bit chubby but not bad looking. Her room was done in black.
She twirled the laptop around to face the two guitarists and showed them Joanna.
"Who's dat?" asked Skwisgaar.
"My friend Joanna I was telling you about before. Say hi," she said, because at that m oment, the little beep that said Nathan's webcam could now be seen told her that Jo was seeing what she was. Two half naked Dethklok members in a hot tub.
She twirled the laptop back around just as Toki waved at the camera and said, "Hi's Joanna!"
"""Wish I was theeeeeeeeeeere""""""
She smiled evilly and typed back.
"""" I know. And I rock. I am the new body guard, and guess what? I killed my first person a few days ago. It rocked,""""""
""""I'm jealous!"""""
""""I knows :D """"""
""""Is Nathan Explosion really as hot as he is on posters?"""
""" XD Hotter. And I had to drive the band home lastnight on the murdercycle cause they were all wasted"""""
"""Wanna be theeeeere. Can you get me an autograph?"""""
"""They really DO hate the fans, I think the best I could do was get you Toki's and forge the rest,""""
"Feeling betters?"
Skwisgaar's voice made her look around. Nathan stood in the doorway, holding his stomach and moaning.
"Just had another liver transplant. Need hot water," he moaned, stripping off his clothes and sliding into the tub in his briefs. He glanced over and saw the floaty devices on his laptop and grunted.
"You look like you're trying to impersonate me or something," he grunted.
She shrugged.
"Wanna talk to Jo?" she offered.
Nathan took his laptop back and peered at the picture on the webcam. Nathan began laughing in that strange growly way he had.
"What? What's she doing?" she demanded, scooting closer to the screen to see. Nathan backed up and began typing, not as fast as she could.
"She's sitting there like a dead body," grunted Nathan.
Flame watched him type.
"""" Skwisgaar thinks you and Flame are lez"""" he typed.
As she watched the screen, Jo threw her head back and laughed at the ceiling and began typing.
"""" Hell yeah, she's sooooo good in bed""""
"Hey!" cried Flame, outraged. "She's joking, I swear." she insisted.
""""Yeah, she does this thing with her tongue and stuff... I was so glad when she got it pierced..."""""
"Give me that!" she demanded, half bemused, half incredulous.
"No way!" cried Nathan, backing away and smiling evilly.
"""I was just teasing, Nate"""""
"Oh... damn. She was just teasing," said Nathan, disappointed.
Nathan began typing.
""" How old are you""""
"""""16""""""
"Dammit!" said Nathan. He began typing again but Jo beat him to it.
"""Naet is 20, though, you could do her""""""
"What the-? Give me that, she is dead," said Naetasha. She grabbed the laptop and floated it over to her while the rest of the guys laughed.
She began typing furiously.
"""" You are SOO dead if Dethklok ever comes to england to tour"""""
"""Die for Dethklok:"""""
"Die for Dethklok?" she repeated, puzzled.
She began typing again, listening to the others talk in the background.
""""Hey, I sort of have to go now, Jade is being a bitch again""""
"Ahh, damn," she whined.
""""Ahh, man, okay. I'll see about those autographs for you, and DON'T SELL THEM, OR I'LL ... not like you. i It won't be easy""""
"""Okay, bye sissy wolf, Awooooooooooooooo""""
""""ttyl sissy wolf Awooooooo"""""
She closed out of the chat window and closed the laptop, floating it back to its owner. He set it up on the floor out of the water.
"So. Uhh. She seems nice," said Nathan conversationally.
"Hhaa haa, you's blushing!" teased Toki.
"I am not!"
It was clear that what Joanna had said about her sexual activity "in bed" had Nathan probably wondering (or even daydreaming) and had her confused.
She pushed a gentle wave of water at Toki.
"Hey! No splashing!" scolded Nathan.
She stopped splashing and simply sighed and enjoyed the hot water.
No one said a word until they all heard a gunshot from outside.
"What was that?" she said on instinct. She climbed out of the tub, fully aware that she was baring more skin than ever at them. She didn't care. She went over to the window, looked out and laughed.
"Look at this!" she called.
The others climbed out of the tub, their underwear dripping wet and probably showing everything, and looked out the window with her.
The snipers outside were shooting at a man in camo carrying a tripod. Finally one of the snipers starteed shooting multiple rounds at the guy and his body danced like a marionette before falling to the ground and twitching.
"Brutal. Serves him right," said Nathan. Flame merely smirked, amused.
Then she noticed the cameras and equipment the man had dropped.
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PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! And yes, that is typically how a conversation with my best friend goes, only there are a lot mroe nonsense words and random outbursts, such as "MOO" and " FUCK ON A POGO STICK!" I decided, however, to omitt those.
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