Double doubled doubled (part five)
Part five
It was a little bitfrantic for a while, what with all the back and forth trips across my lounge toattend to Burnished's increasingly short and urgent typings and the status ofBaggage at the bar. Within five minuteshe was approached by – wait for it – Cassandra, mysteriously returned from herboyfriend love-in, but now wearing a different outfit (perhaps to give her afew extra seconds of non-recognition time in case Trigger should show upagain). She picked me up with the exactsame line she'd used on me before, further reinforcing my theory that the(presumed) rewording earlier implied the (presumed) dual driver's suspicion. This time, however, she couldn't possibly knowI was the same guy. I accepted her offerand let her lead me out onto the dance floor.
Within another fiveminutes of dance, during which time Burnished and Gutter completed their matterarising and commenced on their post-coital cigarettes, Cassandra had complainedabout the dullness of the venue and relocated us once more. But not to Dominoe's. I supposed that she was worried Trigger mightstill be hanging around. So we materialisedinstead at a rave dive in a basement in an urban decay sim, prim rats scuttlingaround on the floor between the dancers and fake vomit. Cassandra took a moment to change her outfit,her red gown with its carefree left-side slit down the entire length of herbody blurring into a yellow piece of fabric about ten per cent of itspredecessor's surface area.
"What's so great about this place?" I asked her, keen topush for some sort of rationale. "Themusic is terrible."
"It ain't about the music, honey," she replied after afashion (Burnished was busy typing in a smoke ring aimed at my penis), "it'sabout the people. I love the peoplehere. That lot at Frederick's are likecardboard cut-outs. I'm through withthat place. This is where you want tobring yourself if you actually want to meet people and have a good time withthem. Trust me on this."
With that, I decided that my night's work was done. I told Cassandra I had a migraine to avoidand left before she got a chance to reply. And I planted a lingering kiss on Burnished's lips and told her I had toget up early in the morning.
Which I did. Forthe next day was the third of the month. I planned on spending it at Frederick's.
Part six will be published on Wednesday...
It was a little bitfrantic for a while, what with all the back and forth trips across my lounge toattend to Burnished's increasingly short and urgent typings and the status ofBaggage at the bar. Within five minuteshe was approached by – wait for it – Cassandra, mysteriously returned from herboyfriend love-in, but now wearing a different outfit (perhaps to give her afew extra seconds of non-recognition time in case Trigger should show upagain). She picked me up with the exactsame line she'd used on me before, further reinforcing my theory that the(presumed) rewording earlier implied the (presumed) dual driver's suspicion. This time, however, she couldn't possibly knowI was the same guy. I accepted her offerand let her lead me out onto the dance floor.
Within another fiveminutes of dance, during which time Burnished and Gutter completed their matterarising and commenced on their post-coital cigarettes, Cassandra had complainedabout the dullness of the venue and relocated us once more. But not to Dominoe's. I supposed that she was worried Trigger mightstill be hanging around. So we materialisedinstead at a rave dive in a basement in an urban decay sim, prim rats scuttlingaround on the floor between the dancers and fake vomit. Cassandra took a moment to change her outfit,her red gown with its carefree left-side slit down the entire length of herbody blurring into a yellow piece of fabric about ten per cent of itspredecessor's surface area.
"What's so great about this place?" I asked her, keen topush for some sort of rationale. "Themusic is terrible."
"It ain't about the music, honey," she replied after afashion (Burnished was busy typing in a smoke ring aimed at my penis), "it'sabout the people. I love the peoplehere. That lot at Frederick's are likecardboard cut-outs. I'm through withthat place. This is where you want tobring yourself if you actually want to meet people and have a good time withthem. Trust me on this."
With that, I decided that my night's work was done. I told Cassandra I had a migraine to avoidand left before she got a chance to reply. And I planted a lingering kiss on Burnished's lips and told her I had toget up early in the morning.
Which I did. Forthe next day was the third of the month. I planned on spending it at Frederick's.
Part six will be published on Wednesday...
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