Next Day…….
Spike awoke slowly with a steady stream of ‘thump, thump, thump’ reverberating throughout his head. He slowly pushed himself off his couch. With an unexpected quick ‘rip’, he removed his sculpted cheek from the black leather that was slightly stuck, due to the combination of dried drool and sweat. When the last thump ceased, Spike gave a relieved sigh.
“Probably all that bleedin’ lager last night.” Spike whispered to the empty room.
Spike warily rolled over and stared at the ceiling above him in an attempt to get his bearings. Not soon after, another round of ‘Thump, thump, thump’….continued. Spike gently grabbed his head and moaned.
“My brain is definitely trying to escape my noggin’. Don’t blame ya mate.” Spike whimpered.
‘Maybe a little more shut eye and it will stop’ Spike thought to himself.
Another series of ‘Thump, thump, thump’ occurred. ‘Oh thank heavens it’s not my brain, well mostly. It’s the bleedin’ door.’ Spike covered his pulsating eyes with his arm and wished whoever was knocking on his door would kindly leave or he would make them leave. With force!
Spike started to drift off again when the presence behind the door made itself known again.
‘Thump, thump, thump’
“Oh….bloody ‘ell!” Spike roared as he stomped over to the door, face twisted in a demon-like sneer.
“What!” Spike screamed at the exposed, uninvited guest.
Clem, Spike’s newest and closest friend since he arrived in Boston only four months ago, stood on the threshold with his fist in the air, ready to knock again.
“What the frig’ Spike! I have been banging on your door for twenty minutes for fuck’s sake!” Clem yelled as he stalked past his friend and plopped himself down in the black leather recliner.
“By all means….come in you pillock.” Spike sneered at the open space Clem had recently vacated.
Despite how pissed he was, Spike gently closed the door, more to protect his fragile head than due to hospitality. He gradually made his way back to the couch, or more recently last night’s bed.
“Man….you look like friggin’ shit!” Clem commented to his dazed friend.
Despite his skull feeling like it was a Mexican piñata on Cinco de Mayo, Spike looked down at himself. ‘Boy I do look and smell like shit.’ Spike noted that he was still in his favorite black pinstriped Dolce & Gabbana slacks. He was missing one shoe. His once crisp, white shirt was missing several buttons and now two wrinkled, scrunched up sections donned the middle of his chest. It looked like someone grabbed the sections to rip the article off. The shirt reeked of a cheap knock-off perfume, sweat and sex.
Spike reached up to run his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit he started as an awkward teen. He found his bleached locks were worked out of the heavy gel and stuck up in several directions all over his skull.
Clem smirked at the utter chaotic style his friend was sporting. This was vastly different from his usually meticulously groomed appearance.
“So…..how was your evening?” Clem questioned with a snicker.
“Well, the parts I remember, I wish I didn’t. Those that I don’t, I’m grateful for.” Spike answered flatly.
Against better judgment Spike decided to elaborate.
“I went to Willie’s after an incredibly consuming and tedious work week. Which is same ol’ same ol’ at Wolfram and Hart. Anyway, I was half way through the usual Friday night hot wings and lager, when this bint from Boston Municipal court approached me…..”
“Poor Spikey….such a tough life.” teased Clem.
“Righ’….well this bint is all tits and ass, with full bee-stung lips and long blonde hair…just my type. I don’t rightly remember her name, still a little hazy. It’s some sort of nonsense name dealing with music…..Melody? No…Lyric? No, Harmony…..that’s it…..Harmony. Once she opened her gob her voice was far from musical let me tell you. But who am I to deny such a nummy treat. So I drank more, well a lot more. One thing led to another…..” Spike trailed off.
“And your hair looks like Billy Idol’s rejected stunt double and we’re almost missing the best soccer game of the season.” Clem responded.
“She did have very skilled hands (Clem looked slightly confused)…stenographer.” Spike said offhandedly, to clear up any confusion.
“All I know now is that I now hate soddin’ Paris and deeply loathe unicorns…(Clem arched an eyebrow) Don’t ask.”
“Wasn’t planning to.” Clem smirked. Since had Clem entered his condo, Spike truly looked at his friend.
“So, pray tell, why is your arse plunked in my favorite chair with a bucket of greasy hot wings perched on your lap?” Spike inquired.
“Ya, well the game starts in 10 minutes, and with all your boasts about Manchester United I wanted to see what all the fuss is about.” Clem replied.
“The match is on the tele 2pm Boston time…..which is in… 9 minutes! Bollocks…..let me jump in the shower and I’ll be out right quick. Can’t miss the first kick off, haven’t since I was a lad!” Spike yelled as he stripped and raced for the bathroom.
“Spike, you’re the only guy I know who gets more excited about a soccer match than getting laid! It’s just not natural!” Clem hollered to his friend.
Spike quickly stuck his head out the bathroom door, water already running.
“First off you bloody fool…. it’s football, you yanks call it soccer. Second, despite what my willie says, this match is far more gratifying.” Spike grinned and promptly shut the door.
Clem just shook his head, turned on the TV and started in on the hot wings
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
Rabbit_moon1
12/23/16 01:12 pm
I donate every month. Please donate to keep this site up!
AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
Great post.
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
Just wanted to take a moment to thank Pari and all the mods for maintaining such a great site!