A/N: Thank you to sugarspinsister, wendy1969, mindy781, kinnik, MsNorthman, coven mama, outinritefield1, ciasteczko, foxgoddess07, Perfecta999, Estrella75, LostInSpace33, Kate, ashmo2000, Beth - Geek Chick, suzyq59 and the guest who reviewed the last chapter. I really appreciate it. Also a big thank you to everyone who, favourites, follows or just reads the story.
Thanks to my beta kelpie169 for catching all my errors.
Estrella75 asked for a phonetic breakdown of the band name Perihelion and this is it, (per-uh-hee-lee-uh n). If you go to you can hear how it's pronounced. In later chapters it will be discussed how they ended up with the name.
For all the readers of Summer Nights I just want to say that I am working on new chapters. I'm hitting a critical part in the story and I want everything to be perfect. So do not fret, I have not abandoned it, I just want to make sure I get it right.
Also I use actual music as Periheilon's music. I like to have an actual soundtrack. If they sing a song in a chapter I will list the title in my end notes and will have a link to the song on my profile if any of you have any interest as to what they sound like.
We are back to Sookie's point of view.
The day we left for Brazil was freezing. I was wearing a heavy coat over a thick beige cord sweater, layered over a Bowie T-shirt with a black tank top underneath. Eric and I were in the car with the heat on full blast and I was still freezing.
I wanted a cigarette desperately, but Eric and I had decided to give them up the night before. My middle and index finger on my left hand were rubbing together in quick, hasty movements while I was biting the skin on my right thumb. "Can I just have one?"
"No." Eric said looking out the window.
He was annoying me and I knew I was annoying him. We were going to be annoyed with everyone we came in contact with today. For two people whose job was 70% traveling we were terrible, cranky, nightmarish travellers.
We had been getting along extraordinarily well for the past three days; sleeping in late, eating a lot, watching movies and writing music. We hadn't written a whole song, but we had pieces. The holes would be patched when we reunited with the rest of the band. I was annoyed because I didn't want to leave the bubble Eric and I had created. Even though we were going to paradise, I knew our time there would be anything but.
"I have a feeling everything is going to be different when we get back from this trip." Eric whispered, startling me. Despite his soft words, his eyes were still firmly fixed on the road. "I haven't decided if it's a good or bad thing yet."
"Of course everything is going to be different." His comment irritated me and I turned to glare at him. "We're trying to rebuild our band with a person we didn't form it with. It'll be different." I was still staring at him, willing him to look at me.
He didn't; he continued to look out the window as we drove out of Manhattan towards JFK Airport. He didn't say anything for a long time and his silence was doing nothing to improve my mood. "Yeah, that's probably it." He finally said, but he sounded like he didn't really believe it.
"Are you okay?" I asked him. He was being weirder than usual. I knew he was going to be off today, but instead of being snappy, rude and instigating a fight at every turn, he was quiet.
He turned to look at me and the corner of his mouth tried to pull up into a smile, but the smile never came. "I'm just not looking forward to this ten hour flight." He placed his hand on mine and gave it a quick squeeze to reassure me.
He looked out the window again, his hands never leaving mine, and we drove in silence the rest of the way to the airport.
When we arrived, we fought the hoards of paparazzi and made our way into the terminal where we were greeted by Russell. "There are my lovebirds." He smiled with open arms, expecting a hug.
Eric batted Russell's arms away and I pushed my sunglasses up so they were sitting on my head.
"Russell, we are in no fucking mood for your shit today." I spat. "Can we please just check in?" I pleaded, nearly desperate to escape the paparazzi that had followed us.
The things they were shouting were beginning to anger me; most of them were about Bill, though a few were about Eric. The fact that Eric and I were together in public again would help fuel the rumours of our supposed budding romance.
I wanted to get past security so I wouldn't have to deal with them anymore. "Are you the one that planted that story about Eric and I being a couple?" I asked as we headed to the check in counter.
"No," Russell retorted, almost offended. "I don't need to make up stories about your band anymore. You're all quite capable of giving the tabloids a story without my help."
"So you're not the inside source?" I inquired.
He scoffed. "Oh please Sookie, you've been in this business for a decade. You should know by now there never is an inside source."
I made a noise of frustration as we approached the platinum express line to get us through as quickly as possible. Once it was our turn, Russell started rattling off information to the ticket agent. "Are you not coming with us?" Eric asked hopefully.
Russell shook his head. "I'll be coming down in three weeks time. I have some things to deal with here and I think it's important that the band spend some time alone together without the label." He smiled warmly, but it was still fake. That was why I hated Russell so much. At least if he was honest about being an asshole I could respect him, but his phoniness was something I could not abide.
"That's un-like you Russell." I smirked at him as I turned my attention back to the ticket agent as she handed Eric's and my passports back to us.
Russell shrugged as we began checking luggage and arguing with the attendant about bringing our guitars on the plane. I wanted my guitar to help pass the time; the girl helping us was unsure if we were allowed to bring them on and she needed to call the manager.
Thirty minutes, five autographs, three photos and a lot of negotiating later, the manager decided we could bring them on. But we had to pay extra to do so.
Once everything was settled, we left Russell and headed towards security. He told us that Alcide, Debbie, LaFayette, Tara and Eggs were already on the other side. Sam and Luna would be coming into Brazil the next day.
Security was a nightmare, which was to be expected, and our guitars were scanned and checked throughly. Finally we were cleared and allowed to go on through. By that point Eric and I were both on our last nerve.
We made our way over to the gate and approached the first class lounge. Flight attendants checked our passports and tickets before allowing us inside. Thankfully, the only people in the lounge were the members of Perihelion and their significant others.
My irritation subsided when I saw them all. I hadn't seen Debbie in nearly six months but she was exactly the same-tiny, red haired and bubbly. She was always smiling and her dancers body made her movements rhythmic as she came towards me. "Sookie!" She exclaimed wrapping her arms around my waist.
I laughed. "Hey Debbie," I squeezed her back, "how are you?" I asked. She was wearing black yoga pants and an oversized Perihelion t-shirt tied off at the side.
"Great! I'm really good, just finished touring with Beyoncé, so this vacation couldn't have come at a better time!" Her smile fell. "I'm sorry about Bill, what he did wasn't cool. I mean, to you and to the band. Do you still not know where he is?" She inquired.
I shook my head and swallowed hard. "His parents are trying to keep us all updated, but he's not speaking to them much either." I didn't want to talk about this. I was doing better, but I was no where near fine.
"I wonder what made him do this?" She pondered out loud, not expecting an answer.
I answered her anyway. "I wish I knew." I smiled at her sadly. She registered my unease and smiled brilliantly as she attempted to change the subject.
"I'm so happy we're doing this." She sang as she ran back over to Alcide. "Look who's here, baby!" She said to her husband as he looked up and waved.
"You look good, Sook. Eric fattening you up?" He joked.
"It would appear that way." I spat as I shot him a glare.
"Everyone is in on it; our plan is to cook and eat you." He winked.
"You're such a weirdo." I laughed as I rolled my eyes and shook my head before approaching Eggs.
"Hey Eggs, how are you?" He pulled me into a hug. Eggs was one of our sound technicians when we were on tour. It had been almost eight months since I'd seen him.
"I'm good, Legs. How are you?" He smiled kindly. He was an inch shorter than Eric, but much more muscular. He took pride in his body and you could see the hours he had spent at the gym. The size of his biceps and the strength in his leg muscles was ridiculous.
"I'm... better." I said honestly.
"You look good. I like the hair." He ran is hands through it, no doubt messing it up. "It'll be nice for us to hang out like this. Life just gets so busy."
I nodded. "I'm looking forward to it as well." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't entirely the truth either. I hugged a calm and droopy eyed Tara, but she didn't say anything. She just embraced me back. She hated flying and self medicated before every flight.
I took a seat in-between Eric and LaFayette as we waited for the flight to board. "Where's your husband?" I asked LaFayette.
"He'll be coming over in a week. He couldn't take his vacation time right away because it's just after the holidays, but he'll be over soon." He smiled at me.
"What does he do?" I inquired.
"He's in advertising. You know those Snickers commercials? The ones, 'you're not really yourself-"
"'Eat a snickers.' Yeah those commercials are funny." I smiled finishing his sentence.
"That was his idea." He smiled proudly and we sat in silence together. "Thank you, by the way." He said quietly.
I looked over at him with a furrowed brow. "For what?"
"For accepting me so easily. I know what happened here, between you all. Your history, the fights, all the drama at the Fleetwood Mac tribute. Your relationship with Bill, how you built this empire with him...and you just let me in." His eyes would occasionally fall on me, but they darted from point to point in the room. "I figured there would be weeks of fighting tooth and nail for any of you to agree to let me join. But that wasn't the case."
I let out a long shaky sigh. "Bill made a choice and we had to make a choice in response to that. Just because you're here doesn't mean it's going to work. But if it's gonna work with anyone, we want to try and make it work with you." I smiled at him. "Where are you from originally?" I asked, effectively changing the subject.
"New York City-born and raised." He said proudly. "You're all from a small town in Louisiana, right? Bon Temps?" He guessed.
"Did you read our Wikipedia pages?" I joked with him.
He laughed. "I did, but Sonnet gave me files on every one of you."
"That's creepy." I admitted. I knew Sonnet probably kept tabs on the band, but not to that degree.
"I think they wanted to ease my transition. It's hard to feel like an outsider when I know everything about you guys." He grinned and it was a calming smile. LaFayette had an aura about him; he just made me feel relaxed.
"I suppose that's true." I chuckled before pointing at him sternly. "The label is the enemy by the way. Fight them on everything...even if you agree with them."
"Why?"
"So when everything works and the record sells and we get five hits off one album, they'll keep giving us more and more power because in the end we were right." I grinned.
"That's smart."
I shrugged. "It took two albums to learn that, but it's worked to our advantage ever since." I changed the subject again. "You were originally a session musician?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Can you write?"
"I'd like to think so."
I smiled at him slyly. "This isn't going to be what you're used to. You're not just going to be told what to play and when. You're going to have to get creative."
"I'm counting on it." He cocked an eyebrow and his lips pulled up into a half smile.
I grinned as I rearranged myself in the chair as I tried to get comfortable. I was impressed that he didn't crumble under my questioning. The more I learned about him, the more I felt like he was the right fit.
It was another forty agonizing minutes before we were allowed to board. We found our seats quickly and I shed most of my layers, revealing my Bowie t-shirt. I waited nervously, my leg bouncing as I chewed my thumbnail. I hated take off and landings. I gripped the arm rest as the plane jolted forward, ascending smoothly into the air. When I finally calmed down, Eric and I took out our guitars and notebooks.
Tara had already passed out, so Alcide and LaFayette gathered round Eric and I. Alcide pulled out his bass and began to tune it. "Did they give you shit trying to get that thing on here?" I asked pointing at the instrument. He was wearing a Radiohead t-shirt and some sweatpants.
He shook his head. "Naw, they just told me security may need to take a special look at it."
"Who checked you in?" Eric asked tuning the guitar. "Our girl gave us a hard time." Eric was wearing loose fitting jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt.
"I don't know some young overweight dude." He shrugged finding the most comfortable position to sit in. He was sitting in the seat in front of me, Eric was sitting across from me in the aisle and LaFayette was in front of him. LaFayette was also in jeans wearing a basic plaid button down.
"Okay, so have you guys been writing anything lately?" Eric asked before we were interrupted.
"Are you guys Perihelion?" A strange voice asked us.
We looked up to see three girls in their early twenties. They were all blonde, but their hair looked fried and brittle and they wore too much make-up. They were wearing strapless bondage dresses; I shuddered internally. Way too uncomfortable for a ten hour flight. It made me wonder what they had been doing in New York or what they were planning to do in Brazil that made them look they way they did. Ultimately, it was none of my business. I just wanted to get through this fan encounter and get back to the music.
All the girls had a smile on their face and their phones at the ready in their hands. "Yeah, we are." I said shortly.
"Can we get a photo?" The shortest of the three asked.
We couldn't say we were in a rush or that we needed to be somewhere - we were all stuck in a tube together for the next ten hours. So we stood and smiled and took photo after photo as I waited for one of them to ask me about Bill or who LaFayette was. To my surprise, not a single girl did.
"Can I ask you guys something?" The blondest of the three asked.
We all shifted uncomfortably waiting for the Bill question to be asked. "Can you play one of your songs?" I saw a flush in her cheeks as her gaze landed on Eric. The look was innocent,but also hungry and I rolled my eyes.
Eric sighed as he plastered a fake simile on his face. "I don't know if we can. I think it would disrupt the other passengers." He was trying to be as polite as possible.
"I don't think it would be a problem." The one with the most make-up proclaimed. She turned to look at all the other first class passengers. "Do you all want to hear Perihelion sing a song?" She shouted.
The whole cabin started to clap and cheer, even the flight staff. I shot Eric a quick look trying to gauge if he wanted to do this. LaFayette was also cautious while Alcide was smiling ear to ear.
"See, no one has a problem with it." The blondest one smirked as she leaned over a seat, her breasts nearly spilling out of her dress.
"Okay." Eric bit out through gritted teeth. He and I sat down and picked up our acoustic guitars.
"What do you want to hear?" Eric inquired.
"'Instant Pleasure'. If you can?" She smiled sweetly, which caused another over exaggerated eye roll from me. Of course she would pick this song.
Eric looked up at me, asking silently if this was something we could do. I nodded.
We situated ourselves as Alcide and LaFayette prepared themselves as well. Eric looked to me one final time before he nodded slowly. "1, 2, 3..." And we started to play. This was the moment we stopped being individuals and we became a unit; we became Perihelion.
Eric took lead vocals.
I don't want somebody to love me/ Just give me sex whenever I want it
The girls swooned as we entertained the entire first class cabin and Tara slept blissfully on.
Cause all I ask for is instant pleasure, instant pleasure, instant pleasure
It was the first time we had performed with LaFayette who actually knew the song; he must have learned our entire catalogue. He, Alcide and I all supported Eric vocally and they clapped to fill the lulls in the guitar; this got the whole cabin clapping if they weren't filming us.
Think that all these folks get laid/Do it 'cause their pain is great/What you thinkin' anyways?
I looked up at Eric and smiled. His voice really was exquisite, all our voices were. Fate was the only thing that could explain putting together a group with the talents we all had. He looked happy as he sang and I couldn't help but feel the warmth that performing brought with it.
If drinkin' coffee's your idea of really cool/You can't expect no crazy chick to notice you/Just sittin' there dreamin' instant pleasure, instant pleasure, instant pleasure
We finished the song to a round of applause louder than I would have liked and graciously took a bow.
"That was awesome." The busty girl cooed as she looked over at Eric. "If you need anything, I'll be sitting right over there." She gave him a sexy smile and winked before heading back to her seat.
Debbie and I were all over him the moment the girls were seated. "If you need anything, I'll be sitting right over there." We said in unison in high squeaky voices. I looked over at Debbie and laughed as she slapped me a high five.
"I can't help if girls want to fuck me." He said with a smirk.
"You'd think after ten years I'd be used to the obviousness of it, but my God! The desperation is incredible." I said as I shook my head.
"People want to feel important and sometimes the only way they can is to be near someone they think is important. They have no interest in me, just what I represent." He said flipping to a page in his notebook with all the scattered lyrics we had written in the past week. "I think we should build on this." He pointed to a cluster of words and I leaned over the aisle to look at it.
These changes ain't changing me/ the cold-hearted boy I used to be
"I don't know why, but I like it." He said strumming the guitar.
"We can build off that." I said flipping through my own book. I looked up at Alcide and LaFayette, picking up where Eric left off before we were interrupted. "Have either of you written anything?"
And off we went; blending verses together, creating a solid chorus and finding the chords to go along with it.
After two hours we had a pretty decent song. We all knew that it would need tweaking, but the fact that we had something made us all hopeful.
We put our instruments away and settled in for the rest of the long trip. I watched a movie and then slept for the rest of the flight. Eric nudged me awake as we were descending and I sighed with relief knowing we'd be on solid ground soon.
Eric was smiling at me.
"Why are you smiling like that?" I narrowed my eyes at him as I sat up straight. I was fully alert and brought my hands to my face, fearfully patting over my skin. "You didn't draw on me again, did you?" I asked with a squeaky, fear laced voice.
He huffed, a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. "I can't believe you are still bringing that up. That was four years ago and, in my defence, you can't tell me you want your life to be more like Friends just before we get on a plane and then expect me not to draw a moustache on you." He shrugged. "At least it wasn't permanent. It came off with a wet nap."
"I was photographed with that moustache on my face!" I reported with irritation.
"I know." He started laughing hysterically. "It's a little funny."
I shook my head, trying not to smile as he continued to giggle like a school girl.
Once the plane landed, we gathered our things and headed towards customs. We claimed our luggage and we were picked up by a rep for Sonnet Indie. It was a thirty minute car ride and then a twenty minute boat ride to get to the island, which was indeed as beautiful as Russell had said. We docked and walked towards the house we'd call home for the next month or so.
We approached the side of the house first which faced the ocean and beach. A deck surrounded the side and back of the house. A Jacuzzi sat in the middle of the deck closer to the beach and a large infinity pool sat closer to the back. A fire pit with cushioned seating was built into the deck closer to the structure, a large BBQ and a table for eating was positioned off to the side and random chairs were scattered over the place.
The house had two floors. I could see bedrooms through floor to ceiling windows that could be opened facing the ocean. We passed one as we stepped onto a stone path and entered the house through the front door.
The foyer was small in comparison to the rest of the house. The floors were white marble which carried up onto the walls. To my left was a large closet and in front of me was a long black wood table against the wall which had a vase full of exotic flowers on top of it. There was a dark circular rug right in the middle of the space and a spectacular multi-tiered chandelier over head.
We left our luggage at the door only carrying our carry-on into the house which opened up into a cavernous living space. The ceiling was glass which would let in large amounts of light during the day. I could see the upper floors on either side of the house through the glass. The floors and walls were still marble except for a wall of sliding glass doors that opened to the deck we all saw just moments before.
A sunken living room sat farthest from the sliding doors on the far wall centred in the middle of the room. Three steps led down to an area with three black sofas lining the space. A black wood coffee table sat in the middle with a creme coloured rug under foot and a large flat screen tv mounted to the wall.
Next to the living space was a kitchen. A long black marble island ran along the entire length of the space and had a stainless steel flat top stove in the middle. Along the far wall was a stainless steel fridge, microwave and two ovens were a part of a large black wood wall unit. Hidden cupboards were built into the wall unit hiding whatever food items had been purchased for us. Open shelves housed all our dinnerware and glasses.
"If you need anything food wise." The representative said, "input the item into this iPad and it will be brought to you with one of the bi-weekly shopping trips." He was pointing at the iPad built into the fridge. He spent a moment teaching us how to use it.
A long black wood dining table ran along the space between the living and kitchen area and the sliding glass doors.
On either side of the room were two hallways. "What are down these?" I asked not knowing which one to go down first.
"These lead to the bedrooms, den and the gym." The representative said. "There are six bedrooms on the tops floors and one on the bottom floor."
"I shotty the one on the ground floor." I announced loudly.
"All the rooms are assigned. Each space has been tailored to each one of you but luckily for you Ms. Stackhouse the bottom floor has been given to you." He smiled mildly.
"Yes." I pumped my fist a few times in celebration and headed to my bedroom. Eric's room was on this side of the house as well so he followed me.
A sign was hanging off the white wooden door which lead to my room, it read 'Ms. Stackhouse' on it in elegant handwriting.
"Ooooooo, Ms. Stackhouse, let me get your door for you." Eric joked in a posh British accent, his nose held high in the air.
The room was large with a king size bed against the side wall. It was covered with white linen and black bedsheets. The white marble ran into the bedroom and black rugs were placed on either side of the bed. A long rug ran from the door to the en suite bathroom. Opposite the bed were a wall of sliding glass doors that opened to a small elevated patio which overlooked the deck, beach and ocean. Black wood night tables, dressers and an armoire lined the walls.
I threw my bags on the bed and walked into the bathroom.
"The designer of this place really liked black and white, huh?" Eric stated as he looked around my room. "I hope my room is this nice." He sat down on the bed.
The bathroom walls were covered in tiny black tiles and ran onto the floor. There was a large vanity and sink, huge walk in shower and a massive basin tub that I was definitely going to put to good use. I walked out of the bathroom and looked at Eric. "I like it."
"Well if you like that's all that matters." He smiled at me before he stood. "Let's go back out."
When we re-entered the main living area everyone was gathered around the bar. Germaine, the Sonnet representative was giving everyone a lesson on how the bar worked. "This is the bar, fully stocked, if you run out of something input it into the iPad." He paused and reached behind the bar as we met up with the group. "And this is something more of the herbal variety." He pulled out a colossal bag of weed. It had to be at least three pounds.
"That is fucking huge bag of weed." LaFayette said dumbfounded like we all were by the size of it.
"Yes it is, LaLa, yes it is." Eric said creating LaFayette's nickname already.
Germaine sighed and clasped his hands together looking at us. "I can't think of anything else, does anyone have any questions?"
"What do we do if we want to go to the mainland?" Eggs asked.
"Unfortunately, for the next three weeks you're stuck on the island. Once Russell arrives you can ask him and he'll arrange something for you." He smiled professionally, fake and courteous. "Oh one more thing, there is no wi-fi and your data has been disabled. No internet on the island. You can make phone calls but that's it."
"Why?" Alcide questioned.
"Because the last thing any of you need is to read what people are writing about you." He paused to see if any of us would protest. When we didn't he continued. "Is that it? No more questions?" We all shook our heads. "Wonderful." He turned and without a goodbye left.
We all turned and faced each other. "Well I'm exhausted so I hope you all don't mind if Eggs and I go to bed." Tara asked snuggling up next to her boyfriend.
"Us too, that was an incredibly long flight and I didn't sleep at all." Debbie said stretching.
"That's alright," I smiled, it really was, it was nearly midnight our time, almost three Brazil time.
"I should probably turn in too, I'll see you guys tomorrow." LaFayette said to Eric and I as he turned to go upstairs following the two couples.
I looked over at Eric. "Are you going to bed too?" I asked.
"I could," he grinned at me, "or we can smoke some weed and talk until we pass out." He proposed.
I nodded. "That, let's do that."
And then we got high, opened my patio doors to let the air in and lied on my bed. "Since this retreat is supposed to be about reflection, what is your favourite band memory?" He asked me taking his shirt off. Tattoos covered his pecs, his upper and lower abdomen and hips trailing down his lower V. I couldn't see his back but I knew it was covered.
I had seen Eric naked so many times because of costume changes and living on a bus together, his bare skin barely phased me. "My favourite memory," I tapped my lower lip as I thought. "The first time I heard 'Just' on the radio. I was being accosted by those bitches Sarah Newlin and Violet Mazurski-"
Eric cut me off. "I like Sarah Newlin."
"You like Sarah Newlin cause she let you fuck her under the bleachers during the homecoming game senior year." I shook my head.
"Well, that's not the point. Sarah wasn't that bad." He crossed his arms over his chest in a huff.
"Sarah was a fucking nightmare but whatever, anyway, they stopped me in the drug store just before we were about to go on tour. They were teasing me about how our music was bullshit and how it would never work out. Then the song started playing over the sound system almost like -"
"Fate?" He cut me off.
I nodded. "I had never been so proud of myself or us. I looked at both of them told them this was my song, gave them a bitch smile and then flipped them off before leaving. It was so satisfying" I giggled rolling close to him. "What about you?"
He breathed in deep and sighed. "I think it has to be our first practice together. You and Tara came in and changed everything. I don't really think it occurred to Bill that writing a song was a team exercise, that it could be done by anyone other than him." He sighed again and began stroking my hair. "I wish I saw him for what he was then instead of it taking sixteen years."
"Hindsights 20/20. Most people see what they want to see and Bill did a good job of making us believe we needed him." I spat out.
"You seemed to have changed your tune." Eric said looking down at me.
"I isolated myself for so long over our break up and now I'm fucking furious with him."
"It sounds like the five stages of grief." He said.
"It may as well be." I admitted. "I lost someone, we all did."
We said nothing for a long time until Eric broke the silence. "We are gonna write a killer record here, I know it."
"I want to read some of your songs tomorrow. All the ones you've written." I said getting comfortable.
"We'll see." He said quietly.
"I'm really glad you shaved you're beard." I rubbed his jaw.
"You were right, I'm far too handsome to hide my face."
I laughed lightly jabbing him in the side. "I give your ego too much fuel."
"I think it's the right amount." He pulled me closer to him. "Can I stay with you tonight?" He asked me.
"Of course." I said quietly as I nestled up to his side.
He turned off the light and I was out. I slept dreamlessly, soundly, deeply and when I woke up it was well into the afternoon and Eric was gone.
Was it worth the wait? They are finally on the island! Yay!
The song they sing on the airplane is called Instant Pleasure - Rufus Wainwright.
The Friends episode they are talking about is called The One in Vegas where Ross draws a moustache on Rachel after she says she doesn't embarrass easy. The pen doesn't come off and hilarity ensues.
The next chapter will be from Eric's POV just so you know.
Please don't forget to review and thanks for reading.