[Act 1] [Act 2] [Act 3] [Act 4]
Act 1 : The airport
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*** The airport was its usual busy self, people with extraordinarily large suitcases traipsed back and forth while the obligatory group of Japanese tourists scurried about as if they didn’t know how to pick their feet up from the floor. Marcus, Paul and Myself had found a nice little Irish pub just off the airport concourse and were sitting down having a quiet pint while we waited for Marcus’s sister to arrive. I had decided to try my luck on the fruit machine.
"I don’t know Paul, I never was to keen on Guinness. What’s this stuff called?" Marcus and Paul were spurting out the usual pub banter.
"That’s Caffreys mate, it’s nice, honest." Paul grinned.
Ace stared blankly at the machine as he fed it another 50p. "If I see one more Lemon I’m gonna scream," Ace slammed down hard on the Start button.
Paul and Marcus were still discussing their drinks. "I dunno mate, this pint looks a bit… thick."
Ace came running back over, "HowwssTHAT!!! 3 Liberty bells! That’s jackpot baby!!!"
"Heyyy, that’s great mate," Marcus began, "Get the drinks in then!"
"But you’ve still got one there"
Marcus then tried to neck his pint of Caffreys, then promptly spat it across the table. "Oh Maaan!! I ordered a pint of Beer, not a pint of Mouldy Coffee!"
Paul looked surprised. "That’s not ‘Mouldy Coffee’, that’s Bitter, y'know, Ale."
"It’s disgusting, hey Ace, get us a Fosters"
Paul smirked. "And I’LL have this one"
Marcus looked at his watch, "Hmm, 10:30, her plane should be here any minute"
"Are we meeting her at the terminal?" Ace was getting excited.
"No, I told her to ring me on my mobile, we’ll meet her here in the pub…." Marcus looked at Paul finishing off the best half of his ‘Mouldy Coffee’, "And get the drinks in Ace."
Ace rolled his eyes then went off to the bar.
Marcus suddenly jumped into what seemed to be an Epileptic fit. "Aagh! Me mobiles going off, she’s here!"
"Calm down dude," Ace plonked a Fosters down in front of Marcus, who necked almost half of it instantly.
Marcus nervously pressed ‘Receive call’, "Hello? Chloe?" then jerked the phone away from his ear as his sister screamed ‘Marky baby!’ down the other end.
"Hehehe, hello sis! Yeah I’m fine… yeah…. Uh huh, what terminal did you come in on?… oh right, we’re in the Pub, yeah, opposite terminal 5…. Okay…. Okay see you in a bit, bye." Marcus hung up and, after about 5 seconds exhaled slowly. "She’s here…"
"Anyway, on that note I’m going to go try my luck on the fruit machine." Paul jumped up
"You’re wasting your time mate, it just paid out to me." Ace grinned.
"We’ll see"
I had never seen Marcus nervous, he always seemed like such a cool laid back character, but now he was playing with his sovereign ring and playing with his hair-spikes.
"Nervous Marc?"
"No no, not at all…." He paused for about 10 seconds, "Actually im filling my pants!" He chuckled.
"Aaaaw Crap!" Paul started walking back from the fruit machine looking slightly miffed, then suddenly started grinning. "Hey guys, fit bird alert… just walked in."
Ace and Marcus both looked over, standing in the doorway was a young black cat with spiky hair, a stunning athletic body and a tight cut green ‘boob tube’ with matching mini-skirt. She began walking over.
*** Que the sexy music please!… Bow Bow, Chikka chikka pow, Oh yyeah….
Marcus stood up. "Hey Chloe."
Chloe practically jumped into Marcus’s arms. "Heya Scruffy!"
Ace and Paul both raised an eyebrow at each other as they both said in unison, "Scruffy?"
Chloe grinned as she ruffled her hand in Marcus’s carefully gelled hair, "Yeah, Scruffy." Chloe raised an eyebrow, smiled, and looked Ace and Paul up and down. "And, who are you two?"
*** Oh yeah, she was a tease
Marcus jumped in, "Er, this is Ace Fox and Paul Whulf, y’know, the two radio DJ’s I was telling you about."
Chloe did a little dance, "Oh yeah… I ‘member now."
Ace and Paul grinned and said their hello’s
"But you never told me they were so fit." Chloe whispered loud enough in Marcus’s ear so Ace and Paul could hear, they raised their eyebrows again.
*** Hmm, she was a very ‘Forward’ tease as well… Oh well, so that was how we met Chloe Kitten, she insisted we call her CJ though. Anyway, we stayed in the airport pub for a few more hours and went over with Chloe what she would be doing for the next couple of weeks at the radio station, which I must say she was very enthusiastic about.
"So I’ll see you tomorrow morning then." Ace grinned
"Mmm I could get used to you saying that." Chloe giggled
Act 2 : About 5 hours and 4 pints later
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***We had decided to go out for the night at our local snooker club to introduce Chloe to a few of our mates, and to make her feel a little more at home.
"Oh YES!! Hahaha!!! Howzat my son!" Ace started dancing around the snooker table.
***I just tripled the blue into the bottom right corner pocket
"Not bad mate, but, im still winning!" Paul then started a series of Dr Evil
style laughs as he placed the blue ball back into the centre of the table.
"I need more drink…to play….better like….(hic)" Ace pretended his
legs had turned to jelly.
"Excuses excuses" Paul chuckled.
Marcus was sitting at a table just opposite Ace and Paul, talking to Chloe. Lanna and Leila joined them with a tray of drinks.
"So, looking forward to working at the radio station?" Marcus grinned.
Chloe glanced across at Ace and Paul who were engaged in some kind of victory dance. "Are you kidding? These guys look great fun!" She giggled.
"Yeah, you’ll get along well with them babe," Lanna sipped her Bacardi
Breezer straight from the bottle, as dizzy bimbos usally do, "I’ve known
‘em for ages. Have you ever listened to their show?"
"No, is it good?"
Leila jumped in. "Yeah, their ratings are going up too, pretty soon it’ll be
a full blown radio station."
"You mean… it’s an amature radio station?" Chloe seemed a little
disappointed.
Marcus quickly saved the day. "The ‘Most Listened To’ amature radio
station in the country! They’re pretty well known."
"And what about you Scruff?"
"Oh heck no, im just the sound man, nobody knows the sound man."
"Well that’s a bit of a shoddy deal." Chloe looked a bit miffed.
***We made Marcus talk every now and then on the radio station. Truth is he’s shy and doesn’t want to talk or be well known.
Lanna huffed. "Im gonna go and turn this bloody R&B music off and put on some real pub music. It’s starting to get on my tits."
Ace shouted over. "Did Lanna just say she’s gonna show her tits?!?"
Marcus spat his drink across the table, Chloe chuckled.
Lanna just rolled her eyes. "You wish Ace. Hey Leila, you coming across to help me
chose a couple of tunes?"
"Yeah sure"
Marcus waited untill Lanna and Leila were over the other side of the club before he spoke. "So, when was the last time you saw Caitlin?"
"About 6 months ago, she doesn’t know I’m here yet."
"Good, cuz you’ll know what’ll happen. She’ll be down here trying to scrounge off you again, so far I’ve managed to keep the guys from knowing about her, the last thing I want is for one of them to be hurt by her."
Marcus was interrupted by a sudden blast of ‘Bon Jovi’ music, followed by Lanna and Leila dancing back to the table.
Lanna grinned. "Hey, did you know they’ve got a new barman over there?"
Marcus pretended to look surprised. "Have they? You mean they got rid of Amy?"
"No, I think they started doing shift-work. Hey, have Ace and Paul tried their
‘I own a radio station’ ploy yet?"
"Nah, they haven’t left the snooker table."
Lanna raised her voice so Ace and Paul could hear. "Hey guys, theres a new barman over there!"
Ace and Paul looked at Lanna for a second, then grinned at each other and started walking toward the bar.
Marcus chuckled to himself.
"What are they doing?" Chloe asked.
"We call it the ‘I own a radio station’ ploy. Basically they go and
discreetly mention that fact at the bar, and they get a free drink."
"Does it work?" Chloe looked impressed
"Yeah, most of the time."
Ace and Paul both leaned against the bar, almost symmetrically. "Could we have 2 pints of Fosters please, its thirsty work owning a…..." They were cut short.
"Are you guys members?" The barman asked
Ace and Paul passed their membership cards over.
"Anyway, thirsty work owning a radio station isn’t it Paul"
"Sure is Ace."
The barman paused. "You guys are Ace and Paul? From that morning show?"
Ace and Paul grinned.
"Wow man, I just wanna let you know that I listen to you guys every day!… I mean… I love your show an all," The barman shook their hands, "Would you mind signing this? Lemme get you guys a drink, it’s on me!"
"Thanks. I’m glad you like the show." Ace had said that line a thousand times.
"Hey you weren’t kidding, you really do have a 7 foot tail! Cool!"
After another 10 minutes of talking to the barman, Ace and Paul returned to their snooker game. Ace looked at Marcus. "Works every time"
"Don’t you feel guilty taking peoples money like that?" Leila quizzed.
"Well, it’d be rude not to accept."
Leila rolled her eyes.
(More to come, once I pull my finger outta my arse) 