All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel.
Danny streaked into the backstage area, flying intangible through the door so fast and with so much force he actually made it open, and found himself in the dressing rooms. Ember's punk Goth outfits lining the walls and ghostly makeup items hovering around the vanity, some opened their eyes and hissed at him as he passed, looking for a hint of where the specter had gone.
"Hey douche bag!" Ember called from the left and without thinking he zoomed through the closet into the next room, tackling the body on the other side.
Only it wasn't Ember.
Ember sat on a stool with her guitar in hand and her hair down from its ponytail and flickering in its ghostly fire. Her band members at their instruments behind her and her fingers strummed a repeating cord over and over, like a skipping CD.
Danny moved up off the floor to attack again, but strong arms had wrapped themselves around his torso. In his searing anger at seeing her he had forgotten he'd body slammed someone. Hoping they were okay he glanced down to see a dreary looking Dash Baxter. "Dash?" He squeaked out. He hadn't actually expected to find the jock so soon, had come after the musician in the hopes of beating answers out of her. Danny sat back, hand reaching out to help Dash up, but the intense look on the blonds face made his hesitate.
"Been practicing my love ballad on him." Ember said through the mike. "Not as strong as the note I used on you so long ago, but once I get my fan base back together again I'm sure I'll have you wrapped up. For now though, he's had hours worth of unresolved tension we really need to work off.
Danny felt a cold sweat bead along his spine and arms as the near zombified Dash sat up, hands moving to his shoulders. He phased out of the jock's grip and jumped back, settling into a fighting stance.
"TYnsion?" he quipped nervously. "No problem, I've been dying to kick his keester since first semester ninth grade."
"Why act so obtuse ghost shit?" Ember jibed with a smirk. "We both know that's not what I meant." With delicate fingers she cranked up the volume and played out the next few lines of music. It was a sweet sounding song, with a soft beat slowing introduced into the background courtesy her drummer.
"Okay, You've seriously creeped me out," he phased through an attempt by Dash to kiss him, "can we go back to fighting now? I'm not having fun here, and I didn't think you were the AV* type of girl."
"You'd be surprised the type of girl I can be." "By the way, thanks to your parents and best friend insisting on ghost security in all major businesses," she purred into the mike, "which this studio does abide by, you won't be able to leave this room in three, "She stopped playing long enough to reach for a switch on another panel, Danny panicked and flew at the glass separating them. "Two, one." She flipped it and there was a barely noticeable ring, like when a TV was turned on.
He hit the wall.
They cackled raucously behind the window while he peeled himself away, leaving a translucent smear of sweat and skin oil. Ember messed with a few more controls while the rest of the gang filed out through the door and a full song of the notes she'd just been playing burst from the speakers. Most likely a prerecorded demo they had no doubt been working on. She and her crew probably didn't even need to be sitting there, doubtless only played her guitar to see the awkward look on his face.
Well, it sure must look hilarious.
"Have fun." she winked, and left as well. A body was at his back, pressing against the glass. He allowed Dash to pass through him and ran to the other end of the room, glaring at the panting teen.
Even with his ghost powers protecting him he could feel a warmth spread to his gut. Man if it was effecting him this much he could only imagine what it was doing to Dash.
Unresolved Tension? Understatement of the millennium.
Up and down the City Road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.
*That's Adult Video, not Audio Visual, just so you guys don't get confused.
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Lol, how does Danny get out of this one? I have no clue. Make something up.
Was chatting with some friends about the flashback in PO and they were trying to pry out of me exactly what the ghosts wanted Dash for. I told them to guess, and this was one of the answers. It's nowhere near accurate, but it was lulzy enough that I thought I'd type it up. And then it sat on my phone for a few weeks.
So anyway, some of you may have noticed in past comments I like to say "next chapter will be this," or "it's coming next update" well, yeah they either get discarded halfway through (as ideas tend to do that) or I push them aside because I thought of something else to do at the moment. You will probably still see them later, but at the moment most of them are just a few neglected paragraphs.
Anyway, here's a thought. Danny and Dash wage a bet, the looser has to be the winner's slave for a full 12 hours. Who do you guys want to win, Danny or Dash? I'm rather indecisive. Worry not, both will lead to slash.