Animosity In The Ranks
Chapter 87
“Are we really that bored that we’re throwing a random birthday party?” you asked Katie as the two of you sat around blowing up balloons.
“Apparently. What else are we suppose to do after that storm and in this icky poo picky weather? It’s some roadie, for our team nonetheless,” Katie replied as she tied off a balloon and stuck in a giant black trash bag partially full already.
“Are they hot?” you asked as you glared at your own balloon which didn’t seem to want to tie.
“It’s a he. And I guess, I don’t really know,” Katie gave with a shrug before inhaling deeply and puckering up to her green balloon.
“Don’t know because you haven’t seen them. Or don’t know because he isn’t my brother?” you asked slyly watching Katie out of the corner of your eye.
You couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing like a mad witch at Katie’s face. It looked like she almost inhaled the balloon when you spoke, but instead it slipped out of her fingers with a screech and zipped about and out onto the parking lot. She looked like a fish out of water the color of a tomato at your words and it you couldn’t hold it in. There were tears in your eyes and down your cheeks by the time she finally looked at you; the color of a plum almost.
“I’m, I’m. Sorry Katie. It’s just. Oh my,” was all you could spit out between broken breaths and gasps that were half laughs as you choked on your giggles.
“Oh suuure you are,” Katie huffed out through puffed flushed cheeks.
It took you a moment or two before you got yourself under control enough to breathe calmly as you wiped tears off your face, taking makeup with them.
“Oh you know it’s all in good fun,” you said with a tear filled grin at Katie as you grabbed for another balloon.
“Oh I know. But watch your back Kales Mae, I will get you good,” Katie said with a grin as she shot an unused balloon at you like a rubber band.
“I give, I give,” you pleaded with laughter, hands raised in surrender.
All you got from Katie was a gruff growl before she blew up one more balloon.
“So, what is it with the roadie?” you asked after you figured enough time had past that you wouldn’t get yourself killed by Katie with a bag full of balloons.
“I don’t know if he’s hot or not as I’ve never seen him. Or if I have I don’t recall him,” Katie replied with a shoulder shrug.
“Oh. Hmm, well. Oh fuck it all,” you spat and began picking at your tongue.
“What?” Katie asked with a half smile.
“Stupid balloon had a hole in it or something and came apart in my mouth,” you gagged as you scrapped your tongue free of any rubber debris.
“Oh Karma is a sweet sweet thing,” Katie sang next to you as she tossed another finished balloon into the trash bag that each of you had sitting at your feet. Two of many you had done already, and two of many you still had to fill.
“Bah,” you scowled at her playfully.
That it in itself sent Katie into her own fit of giggles and laughter, which caused you to shoot your own un-blown balloon. A few balloons later on both of your sides you hatched a plan.
“So I’ve got a mission for you dearest Katie. That will self destruct if you don’t accept, which you will. Or I’ll tell my brother,” you grinned evilly as you then tied off your current balloon as innocently as possible.
“Tell him what exactly?” Katie smirked at you, looking only half assured that you didn’t have anything to spill to your brother.
“Oh just that you think he’s seeexy. And that the mention of his overly manly, rippling gorilla-esque physique makes you turn a shade of purple that I’ve never seen before,” you replied simply as you picked imaginary dirt out of your fingernails, ignoring the balloons you had been ordered to blow up by noon.
“Oh that’s harsh. That’s so not fair,” Katie sighed playfully.
“Oh come now. My mission isn’t that bad!” you answer quickly, hoping you hadn’t pushed boundaries too far with her as you were still finding where you could go with her and not cross a large line.
“Bah, knowing you you might send me after thirty pounds of lube. Or Brazilian cocoa beans that taste like yak piss to make into someone’s coffee. And lord knows I’ll have an easier time going to go get the last then the first. Not even if you made it watermelon scented!” Katie exasperated, throwing her arms in the air.
“Nah, lube is so early tour. Not even watermelon scented,” you paused, grinning at Katie at the reference.
Katie seemed to have the decency to blush at that.
“But neither is it an obscure bean of yak piss nature. Which let me pause and say, eww! So moving onto my most important quest. I think you should scout about and find out about this mystery roadie, height, hair color, hotness factor, penis size. You know, the basics,” you said with a smile as you took out a cigarette and lit it between your lips.
“Oh piss on you!” Katie laughed, throwing her empty coffee cup at you.
“Oh come on Watson, it’s not that hard of a mission,” you laughed.
“Watson?” Katie questioned.
“Yeah, you know. . . Watson. Especially since I’m sending you on a secret mission to collect information for my investigation!” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.
“Watson. Hmmm, I like it. But only if I can call you Holmes,” Katie replied cheekily as she puffed up another balloon.
“I think I can handle Holmes,” you answered with a smile.
“Good. Guess I have my mission then. See around the balloon pile Holmes!” Katie said with a salute before jumping out of her camping chair and starting off at a jog.
“Hey get back here! Balloons ain’t finished yet!” you called out after her before giving up and placing your cigarette down to blow up another balloon. -xXx-
“Stupid, information gathering, friend deserting little so and so,” you grumbled as you threw your clean clothes about your hotel room that had been taken off the bus creating quite a mess.
You needed to dress sexy, as sexy as you could pull off while on tour. Tonight was the “still” mysterious roadie’s birthday bash. And since Katie hadn’t returned with your much needed information concerning him, you were going to have to go it alone. Not like you couldn’t snag any man you thought, but a little info to start off never hurt anyone.
“Oh god. I need. Me. An airbrush. Artist,” you grunted as you hopped around trying to pull up your tighter than tight faded denim blue jeans. The zipper wasn’t the issue you realized as you tried lying on the bed to wiggle into them properly.
“Oof,” you exhaled as your pants literally snapped into place around your body. Once zipped and buttoned they looked like a second skin, almost if they had been painted on by an airbrush artist. Only with one hundred percent more work you decided as you looked around for the rest of your outfit.
“At least I can breath and bend without busting out the ass end still,” you thought to yourself as you bent to pick up your black bikini top.
You figured you looked only a little ridiculous walking around your hotel room in your current outfit but luckily you didn’t care and it wasn’t like your room partner was around either. Jimmy thank god was off doing something, giving you time to get dressed undisturbed. Grabbing your chopped up black and white band t-shirt you figured out all the tied together pieces and slipped it on over your head. It was one of your favorite creations, but it occasionally took a minute or two to get it sorted out before putting it on correctly. It almost wasn’t recognizable as a band t-shirt anymore since most of the original material had been sliced and shredded and retied into a mash of lines, hence the needed bikini top underneath as it didn’t leave much to the imagination. You smiled as you remembered the day Kat Von D had taught you how to make the shirts you now wore.
“I’ll get back to you girl,” you whispered to no one in your room, knowing the message got to her one way or another.
Digging around you found the last items you needed, tossing them onto the bed. You had a pair of beaten, scuffed and broken in pair of brown cowboy boots, an old brown leather belt with a giant Death Bat buckle, a wicked looking studded bracelet about three inches wide, more black plastic bangles that even Madonna in the 80’s would think about wearing. And the coup d’etat was the cowboy hat of Johnny’s that still lay in your possession, now sitting delicately on your bed. You had gone over it with a fine toothed comb the night Zacky had emptied the bottle of vodka over you, looking for any sign of damage. Your plan being that if you found any damage you were going to run directly to Johnny and tattle tale on Zacky. Very six year old-ish of you, but that had been your plan. Miraculously Zacky had missed the hat and only doused you, or not so miraculously as the case may be you figured.
Slapping on almost an entire stick of eyeliner followed by lime green and white eyeliner almost to your temples you tackled the mess that was your hair. Deciding not to fight the god awful humidity you emptied half a can of mousse into your hair and went with the tangle of black, white and candy apple green curls your hair had turned into. Curls was new you figured, since you usually flat ironed your hair to shit or braided it, and new was what you needed. Throwing everything you were going need for the night into your black canvas bag, since nothing would fit into your pants, you slipped on your boots, gingerly placed Johnny’s hat on your head and decided to make an appearance.
“Apparently. What else are we suppose to do after that storm and in this icky poo picky weather? It’s some roadie, for our team nonetheless,” Katie replied as she tied off a balloon and stuck in a giant black trash bag partially full already.
“Are they hot?” you asked as you glared at your own balloon which didn’t seem to want to tie.
“It’s a he. And I guess, I don’t really know,” Katie gave with a shrug before inhaling deeply and puckering up to her green balloon.
“Don’t know because you haven’t seen them. Or don’t know because he isn’t my brother?” you asked slyly watching Katie out of the corner of your eye.
You couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing like a mad witch at Katie’s face. It looked like she almost inhaled the balloon when you spoke, but instead it slipped out of her fingers with a screech and zipped about and out onto the parking lot. She looked like a fish out of water the color of a tomato at your words and it you couldn’t hold it in. There were tears in your eyes and down your cheeks by the time she finally looked at you; the color of a plum almost.
“I’m, I’m. Sorry Katie. It’s just. Oh my,” was all you could spit out between broken breaths and gasps that were half laughs as you choked on your giggles.
“Oh suuure you are,” Katie huffed out through puffed flushed cheeks.
It took you a moment or two before you got yourself under control enough to breathe calmly as you wiped tears off your face, taking makeup with them.
“Oh you know it’s all in good fun,” you said with a tear filled grin at Katie as you grabbed for another balloon.
“Oh I know. But watch your back Kales Mae, I will get you good,” Katie said with a grin as she shot an unused balloon at you like a rubber band.
“I give, I give,” you pleaded with laughter, hands raised in surrender.
All you got from Katie was a gruff growl before she blew up one more balloon.
“So, what is it with the roadie?” you asked after you figured enough time had past that you wouldn’t get yourself killed by Katie with a bag full of balloons.
“I don’t know if he’s hot or not as I’ve never seen him. Or if I have I don’t recall him,” Katie replied with a shoulder shrug.
“Oh. Hmm, well. Oh fuck it all,” you spat and began picking at your tongue.
“What?” Katie asked with a half smile.
“Stupid balloon had a hole in it or something and came apart in my mouth,” you gagged as you scrapped your tongue free of any rubber debris.
“Oh Karma is a sweet sweet thing,” Katie sang next to you as she tossed another finished balloon into the trash bag that each of you had sitting at your feet. Two of many you had done already, and two of many you still had to fill.
“Bah,” you scowled at her playfully.
That it in itself sent Katie into her own fit of giggles and laughter, which caused you to shoot your own un-blown balloon. A few balloons later on both of your sides you hatched a plan.
“So I’ve got a mission for you dearest Katie. That will self destruct if you don’t accept, which you will. Or I’ll tell my brother,” you grinned evilly as you then tied off your current balloon as innocently as possible.
“Tell him what exactly?” Katie smirked at you, looking only half assured that you didn’t have anything to spill to your brother.
“Oh just that you think he’s seeexy. And that the mention of his overly manly, rippling gorilla-esque physique makes you turn a shade of purple that I’ve never seen before,” you replied simply as you picked imaginary dirt out of your fingernails, ignoring the balloons you had been ordered to blow up by noon.
“Oh that’s harsh. That’s so not fair,” Katie sighed playfully.
“Oh come now. My mission isn’t that bad!” you answer quickly, hoping you hadn’t pushed boundaries too far with her as you were still finding where you could go with her and not cross a large line.
“Bah, knowing you you might send me after thirty pounds of lube. Or Brazilian cocoa beans that taste like yak piss to make into someone’s coffee. And lord knows I’ll have an easier time going to go get the last then the first. Not even if you made it watermelon scented!” Katie exasperated, throwing her arms in the air.
“Nah, lube is so early tour. Not even watermelon scented,” you paused, grinning at Katie at the reference.
Katie seemed to have the decency to blush at that.
“But neither is it an obscure bean of yak piss nature. Which let me pause and say, eww! So moving onto my most important quest. I think you should scout about and find out about this mystery roadie, height, hair color, hotness factor, penis size. You know, the basics,” you said with a smile as you took out a cigarette and lit it between your lips.
“Oh piss on you!” Katie laughed, throwing her empty coffee cup at you.
“Oh come on Watson, it’s not that hard of a mission,” you laughed.
“Watson?” Katie questioned.
“Yeah, you know. . . Watson. Especially since I’m sending you on a secret mission to collect information for my investigation!” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.
“Watson. Hmmm, I like it. But only if I can call you Holmes,” Katie replied cheekily as she puffed up another balloon.
“I think I can handle Holmes,” you answered with a smile.
“Good. Guess I have my mission then. See around the balloon pile Holmes!” Katie said with a salute before jumping out of her camping chair and starting off at a jog.
“Hey get back here! Balloons ain’t finished yet!” you called out after her before giving up and placing your cigarette down to blow up another balloon. -xXx-
“Stupid, information gathering, friend deserting little so and so,” you grumbled as you threw your clean clothes about your hotel room that had been taken off the bus creating quite a mess.
You needed to dress sexy, as sexy as you could pull off while on tour. Tonight was the “still” mysterious roadie’s birthday bash. And since Katie hadn’t returned with your much needed information concerning him, you were going to have to go it alone. Not like you couldn’t snag any man you thought, but a little info to start off never hurt anyone.
“Oh god. I need. Me. An airbrush. Artist,” you grunted as you hopped around trying to pull up your tighter than tight faded denim blue jeans. The zipper wasn’t the issue you realized as you tried lying on the bed to wiggle into them properly.
“Oof,” you exhaled as your pants literally snapped into place around your body. Once zipped and buttoned they looked like a second skin, almost if they had been painted on by an airbrush artist. Only with one hundred percent more work you decided as you looked around for the rest of your outfit.
“At least I can breath and bend without busting out the ass end still,” you thought to yourself as you bent to pick up your black bikini top.
You figured you looked only a little ridiculous walking around your hotel room in your current outfit but luckily you didn’t care and it wasn’t like your room partner was around either. Jimmy thank god was off doing something, giving you time to get dressed undisturbed. Grabbing your chopped up black and white band t-shirt you figured out all the tied together pieces and slipped it on over your head. It was one of your favorite creations, but it occasionally took a minute or two to get it sorted out before putting it on correctly. It almost wasn’t recognizable as a band t-shirt anymore since most of the original material had been sliced and shredded and retied into a mash of lines, hence the needed bikini top underneath as it didn’t leave much to the imagination. You smiled as you remembered the day Kat Von D had taught you how to make the shirts you now wore.
“I’ll get back to you girl,” you whispered to no one in your room, knowing the message got to her one way or another.
Digging around you found the last items you needed, tossing them onto the bed. You had a pair of beaten, scuffed and broken in pair of brown cowboy boots, an old brown leather belt with a giant Death Bat buckle, a wicked looking studded bracelet about three inches wide, more black plastic bangles that even Madonna in the 80’s would think about wearing. And the coup d’etat was the cowboy hat of Johnny’s that still lay in your possession, now sitting delicately on your bed. You had gone over it with a fine toothed comb the night Zacky had emptied the bottle of vodka over you, looking for any sign of damage. Your plan being that if you found any damage you were going to run directly to Johnny and tattle tale on Zacky. Very six year old-ish of you, but that had been your plan. Miraculously Zacky had missed the hat and only doused you, or not so miraculously as the case may be you figured.
Slapping on almost an entire stick of eyeliner followed by lime green and white eyeliner almost to your temples you tackled the mess that was your hair. Deciding not to fight the god awful humidity you emptied half a can of mousse into your hair and went with the tangle of black, white and candy apple green curls your hair had turned into. Curls was new you figured, since you usually flat ironed your hair to shit or braided it, and new was what you needed. Throwing everything you were going need for the night into your black canvas bag, since nothing would fit into your pants, you slipped on your boots, gingerly placed Johnny’s hat on your head and decided to make an appearance.
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.
5/3/18