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THIRTY THREE: CASANOVA Okay.
Don’t
berate me, just yet, I know I deserve it, but before you cast judgment upon me,
give me a chance to redeem myself- after all aren’t we all deemed innocent
until proven guilty? It
started somewhere after an impromptu performance of ‘Barbie Girl’ by a group
consisting of one bald guy, some guy with over gelled hair, and a girl who sang
as though she was on helium. Kylie
had just made her entrance, and a pazazz of reporters had surged to the front to
take pictures and ask questions; I hung back, sipping on a glass of sparkling
champagne when someone grabbed my arm “Ms
Purcell? We’re rea-” someone queried. “It’s
Prescott” I gritted as this woman leeched onto my arm and pulled me out of
the busy room to one with just a couch that was falling apart at the seams and a
desk left dejectedly in the corner. “She’ll
be right with you” the woman explained cheerily with a fake smile before
patting my arm and leaving me. What
was happening? Who was this she this woman was referring to? Was she
talking about Kylie? I
had just managed to untangle the camera strap choking my neck and set it
alongside the glass of champagne when the door was clumsily flung open, and in
stumbled an incredibly tipsy blond woman in a red cat suit, hanging off… yes,
you guessed who. She
giggled, sucking on his neck with her lips as she laced a glass of red wine with
the other. “Baby,
baby, hold on” I heard him murmur while I watched him kick the door closed
with one swift foot. “Now we can enjoy ourselves” Not
so fast Casanova, I thought silently. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to fuck
this woman somewhere else. This room’s taken” I
didn’t take a minute before words began to fly again, and ‘Louise’ was
insulted, not to mention confused when we pulled her into our little
‘discussion’. “Mind
your own damn business, Minerva” “I
was here first, you’re the one that burst in!” “Can
sum-body tell me what in the Lawd’s name is going on?” “'You
feel me’, my ass, AJ. Didn’t even take you another two days before you found
another girl to screw!” “Why
do you freakin’ care who I screw, you’re not my freakin’ nobody” “You shagged ‘er?” Louise screeched, clawing her fingers into one of his
tattooed arms. “Honey, you’re not missin’ anything” I assured her as he glared at me. “Don’t listen to her, Lou Lou, she’s just jealous” She gave him a glowering stare “My name is not Lou Lou” she cried as spun on
her heel and left the room. I smirked, as he glowered at me “You’re friggin insane, you know that?!”
he screamed, jiggling the lock open. The latch suddenly jumped out and I heard a thud, then the now classic
‘shit’ “What the hell-“ “The lock’s broken” |
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