Anyone wondering what Joanna was accusing Skwisgaar of eearlier? You'll find out in this chap. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten the plot line, it'll get back on track in a bit.
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They sent Joanna home shortly after Naetasha's story.
Nathan ordered her to take two of her pills and barred her way to the door outside, insisting she went to bed. She was hung over and still loopy. She needed sleep.
"Waits a minutes. Didn'ts Joanna say sumthing abouts a friend o' hers living in a shanties wiz a babys?" Toki spoke up.
Nathan dimly remembered that fight.
"Yeah, uh, think she did. What's she talking about Skwisgaar?" asked Nathan, thinking the Swede could clear it up.
He shrugged.
"I don'ts knows!" he insisted.
"Huh. Maybe she was bluffing," said Nathan, thinking out loud.
"Maybies," agreed Skwisgaar.
"Hey, maybe Nate knows something, hang on, lemme call my cell phone," said Nathan, and he grabbed Murderface's Dethphone off a table and dialed his number.
She picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me, Nathan. You remember that fight we all had lastnight?" he asked.
"Yeah. Why?" she asked.
"Jo mentioned somethin about a friend with a baby. What was that all about?" he asked.
There was a pause.
"It's Tessa's business," she said finally.
"What's she sayings?" hissed Skwisgaar.
"Some girl named Tessa," said Nathan, moving his mouth away from the phone.
Skwisgaar went white.
"Hey, uh,gotta go, bye," said Nathan.
"Bye Nathan," she hung up.
"What's with you, Skwisgaar?" demanded Pickles.
"I knows dat girls. Tessa. She hads a babies?" he said.
"Well, yeah, that's what Jo said," said Nathan, shrugging. To be honest, the news that Skwisgaar might or might not have a kid somewhere out there didn't really surprise him. He was the Lothario of Dethklok.
"Oh, fuck mes," said Skwisgaar. His face went a shade away from white and hit green.
"Huh." said Nathan, thinking. Not too hard, but anyway. If Skwisgaar had some kid somewhere, what would that do to Dethklok? Would he even care? Nathan thought he might, but it would never happen; he typically used a condom (even though he hated the damn things).
"Why don'tcha call her then if you're so worried?" asked Murderface, brandishing his knife.
"I woulds buts I don'ts knows her number," admitted Skwisgaar.
"Go ask Nate. She knows it. If she doesn't her friend will," growled Nathan. He knew Skwisgaar wouldn't dare try hitting on her; he was almost afriad of her after all she'd done to abuse him. He got the feeling it was what she did to all the Lotharios of the world, so no one hit on her.
Meanwhile...
Skwisgaar followed the hallway, heading towards Naetasha's bedroom, expecting her to be asleep or something.
She was sitting up on her bed when she said he could come in. She had Nathan's laptop on her lap and was typing like crazy, faster than even he could play on guitar. She looked up and was surprised to see him.
"Cans Is uh... talks to yous?" he asked awkwardly. He didn't often talk to girls simply to talk; mostly it was just to do them. This was different. She was Nathan's girlfriend. Nathan would rip him limb from limb.
Or she would.
He shuddered, remembering all the times she hat hit him. It hadn't remotely hurt the first few times, but it wasn't something he enjoyed.
"Sit," she said blankly, patting the bed beside her. Akwardly, he sat next to her at the head of the bedm his legs gangling over the edge. He sat sideways and looked at what she was doing on the laptop. She was talking to someone in a messenger thing.
"Is dat Joannas?" he asked. He was very close to her, closer than he had ever been. Her hair smelled like oranges. He stared at her fingers as they flew over the keyboard. Her and Joanna were talking about setting pom poms on fire... or something. (A/N: For details on this running joke we have, review and ask, ahhahaa)
"You want to know about Tessa," she guessed, not looking at him.
"Um... yeah," he replied. Now they were talking about... cows? They kept saying "moo" whatever that meant. Maybe it was a joke they shared?
She began typing again. He followed the words on the screen, reading slowly. His english had never been very good and she typed faster than he could read.
Skwisgaar wants to know about Tessa.
What does he want to know?
He wants to know about the baby. Send a picture.
There was a pause and then a choice on screen, saying accept or decline.
"Nathan's not goings to like yous putting pictures on his computers," he pointed out.
"He can deal," she replied.
She clicked accept and the load bar started turning green.
A seperate window came up and it showed a picture of his old one night stand, Tessa. Candyfloos blonde hair, brown eyes, slender, totally hot. She held a small baby on her lap, a baby with blue eyes and blonde hair. He thought he recognized those cheek bones. He saw them every time he looked in a mirror.
Oh, god.
"Send it tos a printers, would yous?" he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
She clicked on the print icon on the bottom right hand side of the screen and Nathan's laptop began printing from the inside. It was a combination computer and printer.
Skwisgaar clutched the photo in his hand once it came out and bit his lip. Much as he didn't want a child, he had no choice. He could value his dignity or his sex life, but likely not both. Which one?
"Gets her phones numbers," he said.
She began typing again. A moment later, she scribbled Tessa's phone number down on the printed picture for him. Now to call her. It had been at least... what, three tours? He measured time in the number of tours and where they played, not years. It was easier to remember.
He dialed the numbe ron his Dethphone and she answered on the fourth ring. In the background, a baby cried. He felt a pang of something unfamiliar... was it sadness? Or guilt? Or just plain stupidity?
"Hello?" She sounded tired.
"Hellos? Dis is Skwisgaar Skwigelf," he said.
She was quiet for a moment.
"Skwisgaar Skwigelf? The Dethklok guitarist?" she asked. What, she didn't remember him?
"Ya. I uh... gots a pictures of de babys... from a uh. Friend," he said awkwardly. (A/N: Count how many times I say the word "awkward, hahaha)
She was silent again and in the background, he heard another woman's voice hushing the crying child.
"I didn't tell you because I knew it was just a one night stand and you probably wouldn't care anyway. You're too busy with your music. I got the new album, by the way. It's the only thing Thor will sleep to," she said.
He didn't know why he felt like dying right then. He just... did. He had done the same thing to his son as his mother had done to him; neglected. Why hadn't he bothered to find out? Would she even let him see the boy?
"Thor?" he asked. She had named him after a Norse god?
"That's what I named him. Why are you calling?" she asked.
"I, uh... um.. duh, uh.. um... I uh... Wants to see hims," he stuttered. WHY couldn't he say anything that didn't have anything to do with guitar, why? He must sound like a complete dildo!
Another short pause.
"I suppose so. But it's probably not a good idea for you to come over here. Did Joanna tell you?" she asked.
"Um, nos. Naetasha dids, de Dethklok body guards. She's friends wid dis Joanna," he replied, trying to get his "th" sound right.
"How abouts laters todays?" he asked.
"Fine." She hung up.
"Hey. She hungded up ons me," he said, hanging up as well.
"Tessa lives near Mordland, doesn't she? She should be here any minute. You better figure out what you want to say," said Nate.
Skwisgaar slumped. He had never wanted this. And yet it just was. What to do?
"Thanks Nates," he said. Feeling oddly depressed, he got up and left the room.
He was just like his mohter. Every hating fiber of his being hated admitting it, but there it was. He was a manwhore. Oh, god, she was bringing a baby to Mordhaus. What would the guys think? They would hate him for sure.
He decided to sulk around near the entrance to Mordhaus, in case the snipers or someone spotted her coming and decided to shoot her.
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Just a short insight into the mind of the fastest guitarist in the world. He knows he;s like his mother but behemently denies it. hehehehehe. PLEASE REVIEW!