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Animosity In The Ranks

Chapter 24

"Okay, okay, I'll come out tonight. I won't be able to go till like ten, ten thirty or so," you said into your phone as you shoved a piece of your sandwich into your mouth.

It had been a little over a month now since you had started this crazy little plan to be able to go on tour with everyone. You were finally more use to it, the long late nights, the cramming in of clients, taking as many in one day as you could fit. Your friends at work were helping out immensely, and so were your clients, not a single one complained that was moved to someone else for a tattoo. And you were completely grateful.

You were currently in the back room scarfing down your lunch, since Zarin and Jeph had tag teamed to make sure that you didn't work through them and not eat. Since you couldn't go out for the leisurely lunches anymore the guys, or Bert, or Jeph would bring you in take out, or even better Jeph would bring you in a bagged lunch that he had made for you. One of which you were currently enjoying as you were talking with an overly pouty Jimmy on the phone.

"You better," Jimmy pouted on his end of the phone.

"I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die," you said dramatically, taking a swig of your iced coffee to wash down the chicken panenee you had taken a bite of.

"Good, cause I was starting to forget what you looked like," Jimmy said mopely, but you could tell he was trying to milk this for all it was worth, which at this point wasn't very much.

"Oh you big baby, I'm doing this for you, because you asked, so I can go on tour with YOU. So don't bitch. And you just saw me the other day," you added light heartedly.

"Oh yeah as I brought you lunch and you bitched at Zacky for one thing or another. That's what I call quality time with you," Jimmy sighed.

"That's what you get for brining him with you. You know I'm under a lot of stress working this new schedule, it was stupid to bring him along. I can't stand him on a regular basis, under conditions like this I'm liking to kill him rather than look at him. And besides, you'll get so sick of me once we've been on tour together," you said, taking a bite of your green beans with almonds.

"I don't think I'll ever get sick of you Kales. Remember when you use to go on our little tours, back when we just started?" Jimmy asked wistfully.

"Yeah I do. All of us crammed into that freaking van pulling the trailer with the shit in it. Those were the good old days," you reminisced fondly.

"That they were. And this tour will be just the same, just with The Used tagging along," Jimmy said, sounding hopeful.

"And with me trying to kill Zacky every chance possible. I don't see how you guys think this is a good idea," you sighed, shaking your head and finishing off the last bite of your panenee.

"It'll work, just don't diss the idea before we've even got a chance to try it out," Jimmy pleaded with you.

"Fine, just for you Jimmy. And I've got to practice calling you guys by your new names before the tour starts," you added, chuckling at the idea of calling your brother and friends by their real names in front of their fans, or worse, the media.

"Especially Syn, he'll eat you alive,' Jimmy teased.

"That's the easy part. I haven't called him Brian in ages, Syn just fits him better," you replied, chugging down the last of your iced coffee.

"I still miss you Kales Mae," Jimmy said.

"I know, and I miss you. Maybe we should schedule some me and you time before the tour starts. Just you and me, none of the guys," you said as you got up and threw out your trash.

"No Jeph?" Jimmy asked.

"No Jeph. Just me and you, all day," you said as you washed your hands.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll see you tonight. I'll let you go since I know you're cramming on time," Jimmy said quickly.

"Thanks love. See ya tonight. And good luck with recording today," you finished before hanging up your phone and tossing it into your purse.

"All right, who's my next victim?" you asked as you came out from out back, snapping your new blue plastic gloves on like an evil scientist.

"That'd be me," a tough looking biker dude said standing up from his chair.

"Step into my office," you said to the burly man with a giant beard and balding head, with a smile.
-xXx-
"Yeah I'll be ready in half an hour don't worry. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bye," you said into your phone before hanging it up and throwing it onto your bed.

It was third night you had allowed yourself to go out with the guys, and they were still nagging you left and right about it. You sadly still hadn't been able to schedule any time for just you and Jimmy, but you knew you would before the tour started, if it killed you no less. Jimmy was one of your best friends, THE best friend since your beef with Zacky started all those years ago, and not counting your brother as one. The other guys meant the world to you, and you couldn't see your life with out them. But Jimmy had been your best friend for almost your whole life and you missed him the most, besides your brother, when they were gone being famous.

Quickly you dumped the contents of your purse so you could switch it to another before you went out, that was your one girlie vice, your one girlie down fall. You loved purses. All kinds. In a mad dash you tore through your closet for something to wear out tonight, knowing your brother would have someone there in a half hour on the dot pounding on your door.

You tossed out a pair of super skin tight, straight legged black jeans, that surprisingly enough had no holes in them. Next came a halter top that was black with medium sized polka dots on it that flared a bit at your waist, and a giant wide teal belt to go under your chest/across your upper waist. Throwing them onto your bed you grabbed your calf high, stiletto heeled, extremely pointy black boots, the ones you called your sexy witch boots.

After throwing on your new clothes you changed your eye shadow to that of bright green and touched up your black eyeliner. Next you ran a brush through your hair, added more hairspray and a bright green scarf. You threw on orange, black, and white large bangles on your arms and long miss matched strings of beads in the same color three colors. You put in your silver plugs and your orange star shaped earrings, and stuck a large pair of black sunglasses on the top of your head even though it was late at night.

Considering yourself done you went for a new purse to hold all your shit. You pulled out a medium sized, clam shaped, silver lame one, that was gathered together up at the large silver lame handles and found it to be perfect.

Shit together you decided to wait outside for whomever it was that had been sent to pick you up, figuring it'd be nice to shock them with you being ready early. Outside you lit a cigarette and waited for your escort while sitting on a giant bench under one of the outdoor lights that was attached to the building. Just for dramatics when you saw Jimmy's car pull into the parking lot you pulled your sunglasses down, posed yourself lounging dramatically on the bench and smoked your cigarette like some lady from the twenties. As the car pulled up you tried to cover up your smile, you were in a giddy mood for some reason tonight.

"Huh, guess we'll have to go bang on her door. That girl's never ready on time. And the only thing out here is that bad painting of a twenties mod girl. Who would ever think to stick that outside for the public to see," Jimmy said loudly to Syn in the front seat.

"I know, the building might be full of artsy types, but they shouldn't be allowed to make us suffer with their awful work. I mean, that's hideous. Who seriously likes clashing colors that much? And silver lame?" Syn asked loudly, throwing a hand dramatically to his forehead as Jimmy tried to contain his own laughter.

"Clashing colors is just my thing," you said, getting up and walking to the car and taking a drag of your cigarette.

"And I don't even want to know HOW you know what silver lame even is Syn," you said as you closed the back door once you had got in.

"I'm just that good," he said cockily.

"Or a flamer," Jimmy added as he pealed out of the parking lot.

"Don't make me damage you Rev," Syn warned, though it was all in good fun.

"Ooo," you said making fun of Syn's mock attempt at looking tough.

"That's right," Syn said, crossing his arms across his chest.

At the sight of his mock tough guy pose and face you burst out laughing, and didnt stop the entire car ride to the club. Which earned you more than one odd look from both Jimmy and Syn who both just figured it was the stress from work getting to you finally.
-xXx-
Finally you arrived and you pulled yourself together before stepping out of the car. Jimmy explained that the rest of the guys, including Bert and Jeph, were already there and waiting inside. As you approached the line the bouncers at the front waved the three of you in, as it was like at every club or bar you went to. Working like you did had its added benefits that was for sure, you couldn't go anywhere with out being recognized and most of the time that was a good thing like in these cases. Though if you were with any of the guys from the band it was usually them that got you waved in first, and not you. Though the bouncers always nodded to you when you passed them, a few even sporting your ink proudly on their overly large biceps or shoulders.

Inside you wove your way through the crowded masses, stopping a few times as people called out to you in passing or asked you a question. Syn went on his way to the reserved room, but Jimmy stayed behind with you, so you waited when it was him stopped by someone.

Finally you made it to the reserved V.I.P. room upstairs and were tackled to the wall, and then the floor, by a flying, screaming mass.

"Kailey Mae!" you heard shouted above you on the floor, guessing who it was by the fact that they had used your whole name, without fear in their voice.

"Bert you oaf, get the fuck off me," you shouted, some what playfully as you pushed your over zealous friend off you.

"Sorry, got a little excited. Haven't seen you in forever. Not since I got to bring you lunch a week ago, and I had to be supervised. That's tough love babe, real tough," Bert said mournfully as he gave you a hand up.

"Well it was your idea to invite me on tour with you all. It was your plan that I work like this to join YOU on tour. And you were supervised so you didn't distract me, or drag me off somewhere, or burn the place down," you said, dusting off your backside even though you knew there was nothing on it.

"So I lit that one magazine on fire, that was one time. And it was like two or so years ago. You'd think Zorro there would get over it," Bert said as he skipped beside you as you went to the bar to place a drink order.

"It's Zarin, not Zorro. And yes, it was only ONE magazine, that caught a whole STACK of magazines on fire when you placed it on them," you corrected as you grabbed your drinks, with Bert's help since he said his were over at the table already.

"True," Bert added as he carried your beer in his hands since you hadn't trusted him not to spill your shot.

"Weirdo," you said shaking your head as you followed him to your table where the guys were waiting.

Notes

Oh the antics of Bert. :D

Comments

Out of all the fanfics this is the one I've read through 3 times through all 108 chapters. This is one of the best Zacky fics I've read and I still hope it'll be continued one day ; v; a very good read for any Zacky fan.

Tipikly Tipikly
5/3/18

Annnd new chapters....now?! Lol please.

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11/10/17

Update, please!! I love this so much!!!!

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12/24/16

I need moar!!!!

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2/4/15

OMG PLEASE UPDATE!!!! <3 this story!

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