Chapter four
It was the weekend once again and the last day for The Nuggets' two weekend gig at the club. The four Monkees had gone up to the club with Trixie in order to provide protection from Domino. And with the other three guys in The Nuggets, she had extra protection. They weren't sure if Domino was going to do anything to her but they could tell that there was a great deal of tension between the two of them. Luckily for all of them nothing, aside a few dirty looks from Domino to Trixie, bad took place.
The moment that the gig was over the guys snuck Trixie out of the club before any one else knew it. The Monkeemobile was packed with everyone's luggage as well as the five of them. Just a few days prior, right after they had bought the Christmas tree, Trixie had talked The Monkees into going with her on a ski trip in thanks for them helping her out. This night, they all agreed, was the best time to escape to the McEuwin family cabin.
Trixie was snuggled in the front seat next to Mike, while Micky Davy and Peter shared the two back seats. It was upon Mike's insistence that Trixie got to ride in the front passenger seat. But the other three guys when it came down to it actually didn't mind that she actually lost out when they tried to pick amongst the four of them who got the front seat. The first ten minutes or so of the car trip were mostly silent since the radio wasn't working and there was very little conversation much to their surprise. This changed the moment Trixie began to sing as she stared out the window. At first the guys remained quiet as they listened to her sing. Peter was the first one to join in on the song. Micky grinned a little before he added his voice. Not long after Micky began singing along with them, Davy threw his voice in to create a nice four-part harmony. Then, each with a smile on their face, the four of them looked to Mike as they sang. Mike smiled, no longer able to resist, and finally joined them in the song with his voice.
When their song ended all five of them laughed in delight. One of the guys from the backseat commented that the moment would have been even more perfect if it was snowing outside. And to that the others agreed. Mike tried to get the radio to work but not a single note came through the speakers. This, however, did not disappoint anyone in the car. Conversation quickly began, with Micky leading it. They started talking about the ski trip and what they all would do once they got to the cabin. Micky leaned forward towards Trxie's seat and rested an arm on her shoulder.
"So, just curious, are there going to be other people nearby? Or are we all going to be alone?"
"Other people as in girls?" Trixie looked at him with a smirk
Micky laughed "Well you know… The four of us certainly can't fight over who gets little ol' you."
"Oh you mean you guys would get a chance to be with me?" She laughed and pinched Micky's cheek "You're so adorable! But fat chance. This isn't a romantic getaway, boys."
"You call a gangbang with four guys and one girl romantic?" Asked Davy
Micky looked behind him at Davy "Who said you could butt into our private conversation, short stuff?"
"I hate to break it to ya, Mick. But no conversation is a private one with your big mouth." Said Mike
"Especially in this car." Peter added with a grin
As Micky tried to act offended by his friends' comments, Trixie couldn't help but laugh. Her laugh was so bubbly and contagious that it very quickly spread to the guys in the car.
"Oh by the way!" Trixie said while trying to control her laughter "To answer your question, Micky, a couple of the guys from the band said they'd stop by the cabin. You know, our guitar player Tulip and our drummer Brownie. And I think August said he might show up for a little bit if he didn't have other plans. You guys should like them."
"Oh really? What are they like?"
"They're a great bunch of guys, especially Tulip and Brownie. I'm just glad we're not riding there with them."
"What would be wrong with riding with them?" Peter asked
Trixie shook her head "Trust me. You don't want to know."
"Well it can't be tha' bad. Right?"
She let out a single short laugh "Davy please. Tulip is the worst driver around. And Brownie doesn't drive but I can only imagine that he wouldn't do too well at it either."
"I stand corrected them. If I evah get the opportunity t' ride anywhere with them, then I will know not to take it."
"Same with me." Peter added
The rest of the trip to the cabin turned out just as pleasant for all of them. As soon as they had reached the cabin they all bounded out of the car. Peter was so excited over the fact that they were now surrounded by snow due to the mountains, that he immediately made a snowball. He exclaimed that he hadn't been around snow since he left Connecticut, right before he threw the snowball at the back of Mike's head. Mike shivered as the snow went down his neck and into his coat. He ran after Peter, practically tackling him down to the ground. Micky and Davy fell to the ground as they started laughing over the sight of Mike and Peter wrestling in the snow. Trixie rolled her eyes as she watched the four boys from the doorway.
"If you four are through then you can join me inside. Otherwise just continue rolling around in the snow like idiots."
She stepped inside the cabin and closed the door behind her. Just about a minute later Micky burst in through the door, slamming it closed. The moment it closed, the sound of snowballs pelting the other side of it was heard. Micky panted while Trixie laughed.
"What's that all about?" She asked
"Well Davy said something about me carrying in all the luggage like a mule and then I may or may not have said something about Davy's mom that may or may not have implied something about me fucking her, totally joking around of course, and that got the three of them to start throwing snowballs at me."
Trixie shook her head partially in disbelief "Micky you're terrible."
"Well I try."
"So… are you going to help bring in the luggage?"
"Are you kidding me? After that remark they're probably waiting with snowballs to throw at me the moment I open the door again!"
"I bet."
Trixie had him step away from the door before she went back outside. Mike Davy and Peter stood in a row with both hands behind their backs and looking strangely innocent. She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at them.
"So boys what's going on?"
"N-nothing Trxie." Said Mike with a slightly cracking voice "Couldn't imagine what you're talking about."
"Those wouldn't be snowballs behind your backs then?"
"No not at all!" Peter sighed, not being able to lie to her "Yeah they are." He held both hands in front of him to show her the snowballs. Mike and Davy did the same
Trixie shook her head "Oh you boys."
The three guys each dropped the snowballs onto the ground. They then went over to the car to get their luggage out of it. Micky poked his head out the door to see that he wasn't going to get more snowballs thrown at him. Seeing that it was safe he then stepped outside and went over to the car. However, the entire time that they all carried their luggage inside the cabin, Micky kept his guard up for sneak snowball attacks.
Once they were all inside Trixie showed them the bedrooms that they would be staying in. The guys dumped their suitcases into the two rooms they were going to be sharing and then joined Trixie in the main part of the cabin. She was seated upon the fur rug on the floor just in front of the fire place.
"Oh hey could one of you guys bring in some wood for the fire?"
They looked towards the empty fire place and then at Trixie.
"What fire?" Micky asked. Trixie smirked at him and then he replied with a mouthed "Right."
Peter smiled at her, showing off his dimples "I'll go get some."
Without any hesitation at all, Peter happily went back outside. Within minutes of Peter returning inside with a small bundle of wood, a nice warm fire had been built. All five of them gathered around the fire, cozily sitting together on the floor. Not twenty minutes later they were startled by a pounding at the door. Mike was the first one up so he walked over to the door to see who was there. Peeking out the window, Mike then turned to look towards Trixie.
"Trixie, babe, I hate to break it to you, but your best friend Domino is here."
"Don't even joke about that, Michael." She said with a weary frown
Before Mike could reply, Domino pounded on the door again. Trixie bolted up off the floor and made a mad dash into the master bedroom to hide. No sooner did she get the door to the bedroom closed, Domino burst in through the cabin door.
"Alright you Monkees! I know you have Trixie here with you! Where the hell is she?!"
Micky, Davy and Peter all took to their feet at the same time and Mike hung back behind Domino at the door. All four of them were alarmed and neither of them knew what to do.
"D-Domino," Micky started "We don't know what you're talking about because she's not here with us."
Domino quickly approached Micky and then stood right in front of him. "Don't you give me any of that bullshit, funny man! I saw her leave with you guys and I know she ain't anywhere else." He grabbed Micky by the shirt collar "Now tell me where the hell Trixie is!"
Micky's eyes widened and he could not speak except for a few stammers. The other three Monkees only stood back silently stunned as they watched this take place. A sound coming from the master bedroom drew Domino's attention away from Micky. He tossed Micky aside and tore over to the room, acting as though he was going to tear the door off of its hinges. The Monkees took off after him even though they knew he was going to get to Trixie before them. Domino found Trixie hiding in the closet and he dragged her out of it by the arm. He pulled her along with him all the way outside. Right as he began yelling at her, Micky rushed outside and stepped in between them.
"You leave her the hell alone, Domino!"
"Mind your own business, funny man! This is between her and me!"
Domino started after Trixie but Micky blocked him. Trixie took this moment to run back inside the cabin. From inside the cabin Trixie and the other three guys watched in horror as Micky foolishly tried to talk sense into Domino. It looked like an increasingly losing battle for Micky as he wound up having to dodge Domino's blows. The last thing that Micky wanted to do was fight the guy but at the same time he wanted to do whatever it took to protect Trixie from him. The next thing the others knew, Micky had taken a punch directly in the center of his face and had fallen backwards into the snow. Luckily for him, the other three guys from The Nuggets showed up just on time to get Domino away from him. The blonde bass player helped Micky up off the ground and back inside the cabin while the other two guys escorted Domino away.
Feeling dizzy from the blow, Micky leaned on the bass player as they entered the cabin. Trixie gasped and ran over to both of them.
"August thank God!" She placed her hands on either side of Micky's face "Micky you ok?"
"I'm fine… fine…"
"What the fuck was going on out there?" Asked August as Micky was brought over to sit on the couch "Looks like we got here just in time."
"Oh August," She sighed "It's a long story."
"Alright well fill me in later. I'm gonna go help those idiots out there control Domino."
August went back outside, closing the door behind him. Micky had watched him leave and then he looked at Trixie.
"Who was he?"
"Don't worry about it, Micky." She very lightly kissed Micky's nose where he had been hit "Thank you so much for standing up for me. You're amazing. You're a complete moron to do that, but you're amazing."
"Hey what are friends for?" He asked with a slight grin
The other three Monkees gathered around the couch, one of them handing him an ice pa k, and told Micky what they all thought about what had just taken place. The five of them all sat there talking for a while before the other Nuggets, minus Domino, entered the cabin. When asked about the whereabouts of Domino, one of the three guys announced that Domino had begun to hitchhike back home. All eight of them began to relax and talk together. It didn't take very long before the drummer of The Nuggets busted out his bag of weed. Then in the smoke-filled living room by the fireplace, their conversation had turned into laughter. After a while the three guys had decided it was time for them to make their presence on another part of the mountain, thus leaving the cabin to Trixie and The Monkees.
It didn't take long after they left when everyone else in the cabin decided it was a good time to hit the sack. However Micky and Trixie weren't ready to go to bed. They remained on the fur rug, snuggled up close to the fire. They talked and cuddled as the warm glow of the fire danced over them. Eventually their talking had turned into tender kissing and the allowed the fire to die down naturally. Once the fire had put itself out, the two of them stood, with their lips affectionately exploring each other, and headed into the master bedroom together.