"fucking republicans. "erich mutters and takes a drink of a beer. its someone's beer. it certainly didnt start out as his,but it is his now. "liked chuck a lot better when i just knew him as a game show guy." erich sneers. if the modern age has taught erich one thing,its the limits of separating the art from the artist. he did wonder how many folks out there did the same thing with him.

chloe listens to micah speak,her eyes look to him and try to figure out just how old he is. he sounds fairly young. but chloe also looks far younger than she actually is. there is something to be said for having a baby face for sure. from his tone,she does assume she is slightly older. "and before you know it? you will be an old fucker with no hair or time left." she tells micah simply. he gave the air of inexperience off in buckets. which certainly made him the odd one out here. "time only moves forward,you know." she tells him with a little smile and small pat on his knee. she did wonder just how he came to be here. he was far more gentle than...well,even dustyn. she smiles when micah doesnt elaborate about the stereotype. it was a refreshing change from hearing that every fellow that he had something special that could rival anything at a zoo. at the revelation that he is single.she merely smiles and looks out the window. "join the club. i think we are getting matching jackets made this weekend....the time period.not the band." she giggles,motioning towards the others in the house. there was a time when she dated someone from a long forgotten metal band,but that was ages ago.it just wasnt something that presented itself usually. it isnt like being the drummer from a punk rock band got her into the areas to hobknob with the rest of the industry.

"oh. so you dont want to chase people down the street with a sword cane while off your head on outdated drugs?! fine,be that way scott. nobody will like you when you grow up." he smiles to scott and hands him some of the tamer substance. at the moment,it really is just relaxing erich. it doesnt offer the instant kick that heroin does. which makes it far more appealing.

dallas repeats the gesture to the slight hair on dustyn's face. "hopefully not too good. i dont want to get that urge to get the band back together. changed phones and lost kellin's number."

erich returns the hug and squeezes dustyn. it may have been the pill he took earlier,but the hug feels amazing. just pure warmth and love. "you are soooo welcome,dust. thanks so much for having me here. this place is so much cuter than the london place." erich says,clearly feeling it."oh i insist on helping you. what do you do if this delivery person is weird? it'll take both of us to throw them in the pantry until they are safe to be around." erich states as if this is a completely normal train of thought.

chloe is in the middle of packing the glass bowl she has for them to smoke out of when micah tells her about his relation to erich. gone was the the rather sensible demeanor she had until this point. she ends up dropping the pipe on the floor where it bounces once. "qu'est-ce que c'est ?!" she exclaims and nearly falls down. chloe staggers as she picks up the pipe and points out the door as they walk. while the grounds may be impressive. she finds it all a bit much. much like the castles that karoliena and erica reside in. why would anyone want to live in something that could double as a resort? it was silly. "not here and now!" she exclaims to micah's fuck me. chloe looks out at the sea and the distant lights of the duke. she hands micah the pipe and her lighter. "if you do not partake, that is fine." she says with a little shrug. she wasnt sure how to address the father thing. was his mother someone she would know? no...she would know if that were the case. "my god.i am old enough to be your mother." chloe says softly. "do not smoke that! do you not know what it will do to you?! " she says in a very motherly way

"fuck em. the phone works both ways." dallas says simply. he had really just accepted that period in his life was over. he couldnt see working with new people..or even the same people. too much time had passed. besides,he had made his mark on pop culture. he didnt want to get greedy. staying home taking care of his husband,children,and cats. that was a luxury and he basked in every moment of it.

"cant have a house tour on an empty stomach. especially one as vast as this." erich replies to dustyn with a satisfied nod. the one thing that is hard to get used to after living on a ship is the rather small scale of most homes. even the typical mansion seemed cramped to the some of the areas of the duke. " we'll see. i imagine it wont be the last time im here to see you guys." erich says to dustyn. if there is one thing erich rarely deals in,its certainties. most things are usually said with the caveat of should or might. it is just the way he did things. erich nods along with dustyn as he understand perfectly. " totally get it. same reason why i never could be in new york to live. yeah,i know some people love it and really fall in to it's character. but me? always felt like an outsider. like the very concrete knew i didnt belong. now the open sea? that is where i thrive." much like how dustyn belonged in ireland,erich felt the sea is where he belonged. he didnt truly connect with many people. he hated the confines of polite society. it was the sea or some tiny cabin in the woods like the uni-bomber. "get a ship,you'll never have to answer the door again. if you do get a knock at the door out there,dont open it. it's probably some god damned pirates!" erich smirks as he prepares to do the door answering. its not like anyone would recognize him. he had the rather selective level of fame. most of the general public had no clue who he was. dustyn may not want anyone to know he lives here.

"oh,are we boring you? fucking cat." erich laughs at the sleeping cat. he loved cats and their lack of urge to please. he respected them. he couldnt respect dogs in the slightest. he liked dogs well enough to ooh and ah at particularly cute ones. for instance, he loved mariko's wiener dog. but hed never own a dog of his own.

chloe looks at micah for a little while. looking to see if she could see any real resemblance to erich. she really couldnt. she had never seen erich's youngest son,dean,but she assumed he didnt look anything like erich either. "i can imagine so..i mean...its a little strange." chloe starts and looks back to the ocean before hopping up to sit on the stone railing. the cold stone quickly made it's way through her trousers and to her butt. christ,ireland is cold. given micah's age,it was possible chloe had known his mother. maybe. for all she knew it was a one and done thing. its not like she paid much attention to erich's liaisons from at least 18 years ago. "frankly,i am surprised you are the only one." she finally says. "those were indeed wild days. one is young and it so hard to say no to people who want you." she sums up with a little shrug. she had sussed exactly what the circumstances behind micahs creation was. she knew that anywhere close to the time where micah could have been born,erich did not have an actual girlfriend...well,maybe erica. she looks to micah when he seems to apologize for bad language. " i am not fragile,you know. sometimes one needs to put a good fuck in a sentence,i will not judge. perhaps just say it in french so it sounds high brow." she suggests with a little smirk. chloe looks at the pipe and then to micah and shrugs. " you know what? its a terrible habit. never start." she states before lighting up and taking a very relaxing puff. "fucking ironic that erich hess' son has never even smoked weed." she says very amused while blowing the smoke up and away from micah. she wasnt going to offer him any again. she did not want to seem like she was pressuring this...well,rather inexperienced young man into doing anything. if it wasnt for him,well then it wasnt for him. "i'm going to finish this.but i dont want to be out here by myself. so please stay." she asks of micah. its dark. its ireland. it could be haunted.

erich grimaces at the mention of cleaning. he preferred a bit of comfortable disarray. it was a lot less stressful keeping something moderately clean as opposed to absolutely clean. "unless he is bored,maybe hire someone to do it?" erich suggests in hopes of freeing some of dallas' time. the house was massive and much like karoliena's castle,it probably was best to have a team come in and do it. erich had seen them at work once and was disappointed to learn nobody actually wears a maid uniform. erich smiles at the mention of dustyn's boys. they were good kids and he enjoyed seeing. "maybe one day i'll have to bring one of my younger ones for them to play with. though perhaps micah is a postman pat fan,i dunno." erich tells dustyn with a shrug. he did know that dusty hadnt been the biggest fan of the realities of living in ireland,at least as of a couple years ago. "honestly,never would have guessed it. seemed about as likely as me moving back to miami. " he agrees with dustyn. even moving back there just to make everyone's life miserable didnt appeal to erich much. even if,much like dustyn,he was rife with enough cash to live wherever he wanted in the city. erich places his hand on dustyn's shoulder and says completely seriously. "dust,thats just impossible. the ghost bitches live inside the ship. not outside,you silly goose.

"back cats!" erich says loudly in hopes of not letting the cat out. he says this as if he is a lion tamer and jaffa is going for a jugular. "i think you're at the right place. its god damned amazing you can fit all that on a motorcycle and in this weather?! how much is the damage and is tipping a thing here? i kind of think it is." he asks the man. he's got plenty of euros with him. didnt seem like real money,so he had no qualms with shoving fistfuls of it at people. amazing that dustyn could handle legions of fans but hid behind the door from a pizza delivery person.

chloe watches micah slowly sit on the railing. perhaps he had bad balance or hemorrhoids.or perhaps both. she looks over at him after he settles on the railing. she soon gets the picture that micah's mother is no more. if she knew him better and if she knew that the mother's death was comfortably in the past,she'd make a joke about being his mother now. but,she chose not to. chloe looks at micah and through the glass door at the back of dustyn. he looked to be hiding behind erich for some reason. "he is a bit strange. a bit maniacal. but he does seem to care. so you could worse than erich." she assess. she knew he cared deeply about dustyn and she got the same sense of warmth showed to micah. "when you get to be my age,sonny, nobody has parents anymore." she tells micah in an exaggerated old woman voice. "i am kidding. they are fine." she finishes with a little smirk. it did amuse her that she was old enough to be his mother. "ah! people always want to know the swears! with such intent,i wonder if you passed the class." she teases him while waving a teacherly finger in his direction. "i offered you drugs and now you want to learn swears! no. we are not doing this." she giggles . shes have a good,if a little weird time. its far more interesting to her than whatever was going on inside. even if it was freezing out here. she flicks the lighter to life again and takes another hit. "fine,i will try to hurry. we dont want your ass getting frostbite. i guess you do not have the padding i have back there...or perhaps,my cheeks have already went numb and my butt has literally frozen off."

erich's eyes widen slightly at the mention of dallas being on top of things. they go very wide at the mention of dust busting. "that shit may throw these irish bumpkins off the case,but i know better." erich informs dustyn. he know what dustyn's all about. if he and dallas were alone right now? they'd be swinging naked from the chandeliers. "we'll see." erich comments noncommittally when the reality of the logistics of getting marlena and dean over here. not only would he have to clear bringing children out of the usa,he'd also have to clear it with two women who arent antagonistic towards each other. its probably more like they dont wish to think about each other. they were good kids,even if marlena was a bit free spirited."well,i did bring micah for you guys to babysit." he laughs while nodding towards the direction the man was last in. "i didnt think you really spoke to her for some reason. shit, i guess that story is true. weird. really saw her and joshua being a thing for a lot longer." he says,actually rather interested in the topic. much like his counterpart,erica,erich could be quite interested in gossip.

"god dammit,cat. you're trying to kill me!" erich howls as the body of the cat between his feet causes him to lose his already shaky balance. he stumbles around,eventually making a complete circle before regaining his footing. he finishes with jazz hands at the delivery man. "thats showbiz,baby!" he announces,very proud that he didnt fall ass over applecart and take jaffa,the delivery guy,dustyn,and part of the door with him if he did fall. "right...i guess...here." erich feels weird not tipping,so he hands the guy an assortment of euro notes. "sorry,i dont have the entire collection." he apologizes as if the notes are pokemon cards. he hands dustyn a small box containing the wings and balances the rest as they return to the party. " ok. guys. place your bets on if i make it into the kitchen. unless you lack that sporting feeling and feel like helping me carry this."

chloe wasnt sure how much micah knew about dustyn or weekend in general. she takes one more final hit from her pipe and holds it while giving the situation some thought. she knew of dr who from nina. maybe it was standard british viewing. she'd never seen an episode of it. she thought she had the basic idea down though. " dr who? you are telling me about the show. how do you expect me to know this doctor's name. you yell me." she says flatly to micah before her mouth turns to a smile. "it is just stuff. nice stuff,but still stuff." chloe says looking at the house and at the grounds she can see in the dark. it was very possible micah was not as punk rock as herself. it was also easier to come to terms with such thoughts when one also had the means to have such things for themself. she didnt quite have dustyn money,but she wasnt concerned how the account would be effected if she bought take out every night. "you get used to it,you know? pretty soon you see these gilded beings as just people. more often than not,some of the most fucked up people you will ever meet. myself,excluded." she grins pointing to herself. "im normal." she says with a little nod. being lowkey allowed her to never buy into her own,or anyone elses hype. "though..if you wish,i could kneel behind dustyn and you could push him over me. just a suggestion." she offers with a little smirk. " good. stay in school." she orders micah when hearing about his grades. for all she knew,he could still be in school. she wanted to be a good example. chloe looks down and around at micah's butt and kind of shrugs. " not the same. man butt is just built different." she says as a rain drop hits her directly in the eye. "oh come on! she screeches while squinting. " guess we better go inside. i'll melt if i get wet."

"not my brand of fun,dust. one. it'd be weird with you. two. it'd be super weird with micah around..2...i mean 3,i've seen less sausage while visiting the butcher." erich answers dustyn as if dustyn is being completely serious about the offer. "dont judge me. i like seeing how the sausage is made. gotta make sure they are arent filling them with sawdust or something.or god forbid,giving me black pudding." erich says with more than a hint of distaste and giving dustyn an elbow of his own. one day erich will try the..he assumes it's legally food.. "yeah,micah's a good guy. probably too good to be around us degenerates." erich laughs looking over to see his son talking to chloe. he assumes the two gravitated towards each other because they werent well known among the host and what not. erich takes another dropperful of laudanum and gives a slow nod in response to the layla and joshua thing. " yeah.i can understand that. " he says simply. while probably not technically the reason he and micah's mom didnt work. it definitely wasnt the reason he and selene didnt last. his own habits probably quickened the demise of he and ada. again.


"fucking amazing they could fit that all on a motorcycle." erich muses looking at the increasingly comical amount of food they are moving. at the mention of the weather,erich looks out the window but doesnt see much. the light from inside is just reflecting back at him. "if we read the driver was killed in an accident on the way back,it'd be perfect. great night for a horror origin story." he says wiggling his fingers at all around in a spooky manner. "ah, yes. the cuddles. if the weather startts getting bad,you are enlisted as entertainment director. as probably the only licensed sea captain here,i will help us get through the roughest of weather." he says with authority. in a strange occasion of doing things the legal way,erich is actually telling the truth. there is a frightening amount of paperwork involved in running a ship. even more so if one wishes the ships registry to be hard to follow. erich is very amused by the cat. it seems to be a universal asshole move that all cats do. " fucking weirdos will follow you into a bathroom,but carry something? they do that walk and stop thing. little murderers is what they are. no cat owner dies from natural causes. they are all,100 percent killed by the cat. which is fine. if the cat can manage to kill a person,i think they deserve to get away with it." erich glances at all the pizza boxes and back to the cat. "bernie sanders said that cats can have a little salami."

"you must weather extremes well. i think i have seen you take a sip of beer and that is all. " she muses and slips the still warm pipe and lighter into her pocket. in her world,that is just how must anyone handled anything. she herself wouldnt know. she lives a fairly charmed life. there just was nothing interesting to her tale. if not for being in the harlots,she'd not really have much excitement around. "we push dustyn down and establish dominance among the hess boys. do not worry about dallas. he was in a pop punk band,my dominance is established by default." she smirks at micah and raises her eyebrows before giving one very short laugh. chloe pauses for a second. she was more than capable of getting down on her own but she didnt want to be rude. plus,it was a very sweet gesture. she reaches out to put her hand in his and gets off the rail. it actually made it harder not having her right hand free,but she hoped he could catch her if she fell. he was short,actually not much taller than herself,but comfortably burly. she wasnt going to be break him if they fell over. "i might take some of that drink. it makes an excellent companion to..." she pauses and looks up at the smoke drifting up and over the house. she was interested in why micah was...well,not his father or like anyone else in the house in this regard. perhaps he was straight edge or religious. she wasnt going to ask. it wasnt her business and he must not be too conservative,its not like dustyn and dallas were just roommates.

chloe looks around at most of weekend and back to micah and makes a little sound before speaking. "i wouldnt compare yourself to weekend. you even wonder what your dad and a boy band have in common?" chloe says with a little smirk and a nod. she understood micah's thought process though. look at these guys? they look mostly non threatening,even now with the tattoos most of them sport. most mother's wouldnt clutch pearls seeing these men walking through the door. "and you dont know dallas?!" chloe dramatically puts her head in her hands and groans dramatically. "i guess i am just going to have to be your tour guide. though,completely understandable that you dont know him,when was the last time juneau was a thing....wait. do you even know what i do?!" she giggles as she would never get a positive answer to that often said rockstar phrase. do you know who i am?!. it is possible she already told him,but now she was curious. "if you do not know.then guess." she says while folding her arms expectantly. "if this is all not your thing,then it's not your thing. besides,we might need a designated driver or something. or a sober one to talk to the cops."she adds and trots inside ,she holds an arm behind her so that she holds the door open for micah. it was warm and dry in here. she hadnt really realized how cold it was outside.

"sounds like an orgy room." chloe murmurs to micah. she wasnt a prude,but that would be the strangest thing ever,given the company. she looks up and over the crowd of people and pizza boxes being handed back and forth between everyone. if someone got her margarita pizza,there would be hell to pay. "i hope there is not an orgy,i am but one woman...a delicate one at that. now i am looking for a margharita pizza. if found,please return to me." she says while looking at the boxes and sniffing at the air.

erich kinda nods as chloe speaks. "yeah,dust...that sounds like an orgy room. especially with the requirements for entry. i mean,hey.im as open as the next fellow. but i know an orgy room when i hear about one. i once nearly had one installed on the duke. but...well,there are some things in this world you cant do yourself. and i dont mean the carpentry." erich says with a dirty laugh.

dallas slips an arm around dustyn's waist and leans his head onto dustyn's shoulder. dallas is also in the boxers. his are black and have a hockey motif. they have little pucks and sticks all over them. slightly dirty as the items are arranged in groups of two pucks with a stick between them. each one is embroidered onto the underwear. an item from the cute section of summers time black and blues. "when the lights go down and the storm gets worse outside,cuddles will come naturally. you're an excellent host. a perfect host" he tells his husband before pinching him on the butt cheek. "now get in there." he commands with a smile.

erich walks towards one of the bathrooms while chloe runs up behind him. "erich!" she hisses to get his attention

he pauses and looks over his shoulder while working at the cork of a bottle of wild turkey. "what?" he asks with a shrug of his shoulders.

"give me your shirt." chloe says nodding towards the door of the movie room. "i dont have any pajamas, i cant just wear my shit. it wont cover my ass!" she says while pulling at the hem of her shirt.

"you're wearing underwear." erich says,really not understanding the issue of modesty here.

"give me the fucking shirt." chloe hisses again but trying to remain quiet. "its weird if everyone sees my underwear."

erich looks around and sighs,rather annoyed. "so if everyone is going to be in their underwear...why cant you be too?"

"listen. i am the only woman here. it is weird. i would feel very uncomfortable." chloe states.

"oh.. oh!" erich says,finally getting what she is saying. he was going to suggest just asking dustyn or dallas,but they were rather short too. so their shirts probably wouldnt do chloe much good.

"thanks!" chloe chirps and dashes off to a room to change. she didnt know the rest of weekend well enough to ask them for literally the shirts off their backs. micah was out. his shirt was tighter than hers!
chloe emerges after changing. she folds her trousers neatly into a pile. she assumed it would be ok to leave them in this bathroom. erich's shirt was comfortably long enough and her butt was safely covered.
she walks gingerly to the door of the movie room and leans against the door to wait for everyone else.

taking a drink of his bottle,erich just shimmies out of this trousers in the hall. they're all friends here. whats a little disrobing among friends? unlike chloe,he doesnt fold his pants and just tosses them in the bathroom where they land on top of chloe's pants. the loud clatter of the knife falling out of his pocket is heard. erich's boxers are the stereotypical white with red hearts all over them ones. he joins chloe against the wall.

"you must be this cuddly to enter to room." dallas says in the tone of a bored carny that is telling kids they cant ride the gravitron. he looks at the boxers and up to dustyn's face. " you must be serious about the wholesome. you dont have the kiss the blarney stone undies on." he tells his husband with a smirk. he was honest about his assessment of being the perfect host. this night was important to dusty and it went off without a hitch. aside from a spare french woman, but he had liked chloe from the few times he spent with her. well,the few times he could remember spending with her. the festival circuit was a chemical wonderland. "hey!" dallas says accusingly and pointing at the exposed area of dustyn. "you stole an entire salami from the pizza place?! i wont ask you to share with anyone but me since its been down your pants. but you'll have to convince me to keep quiet." he leads with a dirty giggle. he leans over and snaps dustyn's waistband at the task he was just given. "wait,i set up the film while you get comfy?! you're working my fingers to nubs, conners-blue. NUBS!!!" he tells dustyn in an exasperated tone and holds up his fist to show there are no fingers from all the hard work he's been doing. "get in there!" he playfully sneers to dustyn and smacks his ass. dallas artfully sets the projector up and whistles while he works. dustyn is lucky that dallas was in the a/v club at school. the district was woefully underfunded,so he had experience working with old reel to reel machines.

chloe pulls the shirt further down her legs in hopes of covering more of herself.which covers more leg,but reveals more cleavage. erich can be heard groaning as his shirt is now thoroughly stretched out. chloe giggles and twists her hair what she assumes micah is implying. "well, you know. i cant make breakfast while topless. the bacon grease. it pops every where." she pretneds se is batting away burning grease.

"yup! i grew them myself! these nipples have seen some shit,son. see how they dont retract and hide? these fuckers stand proud like a lone pioneer on the prairie." he says,obviously very proud of his nips or didnt know how to properly respond to them being pointed out. "i see you have two as well. looks like quality pair too. i wont have to beat up the dr that delivered you. we hess men are known for our nipples. " he tells his son with a nod and a thumbs up.with this,he turns and walks into the room.

chloe follows micah's gaze as it goes downwards. as she does,she cant help but look at the man's absurdly tight underpants. she could probably count the hairs if she stared long enough. did the man own anything that he didnt spray on? she kinda wanted to see him dress,mostly out of sheer intrigue of how it was done. unlike her friends erica and nina,she didnt thrive on seeing how uncomfortable they could make things,but she saw a joke and was going for it. " oh i am so ready for pizza. a sausage one would be splendid." she says with a hearty laugh and nods towards the room. "cmon. lets go and find a good spot. though keep an eye out for....you know,stains." she grimaces and purses her lips.

"you need some more mushrooms,my friend." erich says with his finger raised while approaching riley and scott. " an ego death is something we all could use." he says this as he just walks by. he doesnt bother stopping. they have places to go. shirtless,erich was a man almost past his prime and covered in a patchwork of amateur tattoos.

chloe blushes and looks away from micah. it was rare she complimented and she couldnt really take one. " oh stop. its drums,micah. i could teach a dumb puppy to be a drummer." she says before a contented sigh is heard "but...thank you." she says quietly. she smile when he informs her of just where and when he googled her. unlike the rest of the harlots,she had managed to go her entire career without being on big brother and getting naked. well,technically lydia also fits that bill,but cmon. we all know she'd get her butt out at least. she was going to joke with micah about how this could be taken,but she already made a dirty joke and didnt want to scare him.

"dont listen to him! he's just lulling you into a false sense of security. then...when you walk in? willy!" dallas voice is heard before turning into laughter

"for the damned price of them, you should wear them every day." dallas laughs and snaps the waistband of his own shorts. also a creation of the same company. less...intricate,they were still far more pricey than they should be. but he guessed exclusivity was worth it. nobody else had these exact same underpants. "riley and a few million of our closest friends." dallas replies in mock disappointment. if one didnt have sexy friends that come up in fantasies,then one needed hotter friends. "i would divorce you and take the kids and cats if you didnt." dallas warns dustyn and does a little run and rolls next to dusty,instantly draping an arm around him. "i do kind of wish this film was about women playing hockey in the 40's...but i think it might be a different movie then." he whispers before cracking up. he snuggles up to dustyn and puts his chin on dust's shoulder so he can see the screen.

"the bacon,it pops when you cook it. hot oil goes everywhere." she tells micah and makes a gesture to simulate a small explosion when she says the word pop. she doesnt really put much thought into learning he doesnt eat bacon. she just assumes he doesnt like it or it may not be a thing in england. if not for all her time in the usa,she wouldnt have warmed to their idea of bacon. the abundance of fat made it heavenly. she looks down and giggles when he assess the hosts as a clean couple. she is familiar with both of them and clean doesnt really come to mind,though in the sense micah is thinking? probably. "perhaps you are right. they have children and you cannot have children laying on...that. the bathrooms were too clean. i was scared to even try to fix my hair in there. if i got a stray on the counter,i think they would beat me up."



it looks like the decision has been made for him. so erich just follows wherever he is pointed. the amount of laudanum and whiskey running through his system makes him rather pliable. " i still am not buying if this is an movie room or an orgy room. this has all the makings of a porno and you know what? thats fine. just fine. its just big meaty men cuddling meatily." he tells everyone while rubbing his hands together before getting under the covers. ireland is a damned sight further north than england,so its even colder here than it was in ispwich. " these cold climates. they just arent good for my blood. makes it thick. i cant fight polar bears in this condition."

"i am sure whatever you do is equally as impressive to me." chloe says with a little shrug. she gets the impression that micah isnt exactly one of the jet set since he didnt come out and say what he does. perhaps he doesnt do anything other than be erich's son. that alone could be a full time job. "but in any case,thank you. maybe come see us some time?" she asks hopefully. the cass-ettes still had a few more shows to do. that meant she was rather expendable for the next few weeks. but soon the harlots would be on the road again. she looks around and sees the only open spot is behind micah. she gives a little when in rome shrug and scoots in behind him and wraps the cover around her.

"you better,now that that image is in my head." dallas replies. he loves those undies on dusty and is always up for seeing them make their way on to his body...then promptly on the floor. dallas looks behind him and quickly turns forward while blushing. "dustyn! i most certainly will not! you keep it up and i'll put moonstruck on. so help me,i will!" dallas threatens. he,like most sensible people dislike cher and her acting career. it was drastic,but he couldnt have riley knowing anything.

"theres no crying in baseball!!" dallas answers riley,hoping to get the spotlight off of their giggling. dallas was from chicago,a baseball town for sure...but sadly,the team was the cubs. even people that dont know much about baseball know the cubs suck. and the mets,for that matter.

erich lets out a loud "oof!" when his belly button is poked. dustyn hits it right where it almost hurts and feels like the belly button is hitting the spine. "i think..i think i am fucking dying" erich gasps." death by being fingered...i died as i lived. "erich says dramatically and then falls over on top of dustyn. "get your cold feet off of mine!" erich creeches when feet touch his. erich was naturally hot blooded,so most people felt cold to him. dustyn's feet,while soft,felt like god damned ice cubes. erich takes dustyn's advice and produces his bottle of whiskey again. he takes a strong swig of it and pushes the bottle towards dustyn. " now i know you are all about the madonna in this movie. but...lori petty." erich nods sagely as if he just divulged the meaning of life.

"sub way?" chloe repeats micah's words and pronouncing them as two separate words. she had many questions,none of which were appropriate to ask here. she,like most of the hess clan never had a normal job. if anything,she felt angry at erich for clearly making his son work when it wasnt necessary ."you could knock the harlots and atomic war bride out in one go. i dont think we have ever not opened for each other." she tells micah while still glaring at the back of erich's head. there were precious few times when the harlots and atomic war bride werent on the bill together. at one time they all shared travel accommodations together,so it just made sense. "weekend may be more difficult,i think they may be on haitus or something." chloe guesses. she knows they are missing a couple members,though she couldnt really say who. she mostly just paid attention to her own goings on. chloe looks at the box on the lap and to micah. "you know,i have heard a similar trick being pulled with a box of popcorn..." she grins and opens the box to take a slice. she isnt quite fond of just cheese,but it works and she is hungry. she considers smacking the back of erich's head for making his son work but,she does not. its possible he wishes to make his own way and drawing attention to that would embarrass him.

"you shut your whore mouth,scott." erich calls out in the dark." yeah,i totally get it. madonna ruins near everything. but this? this is amazing. hell,even madonna is great in this. but.because i like you,and ONLY because i like you..." erich tosses a bag towards scott. "mind the orange pills. i got burned and they are literally just flintstones vitamins. but,if you want to be healthy? be my guest." he says trying to spot which head was scott's. " oh and to prempt any Madonna defense. evita sucked and guy ritchie was cool before she came into the picture.
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dallas enjoys the cuddles for a moment before pausing to smirk and look dustyn deep in the eyes. " dust" he starts taking a large breath and holding it momentarily. "i got you,babe." he finishes dramatically.

erich,leads a very sheltered life. at least in regards to knowing about foot fetish sites. "i...have five stars too." he says slowly and trying to imagine what it is that feet people like and if he had it. for all he knew,he just said a terrible lie and would be easily caught. but,he honestly didnt want to know. if his feet werent awesome,he'd be kind of offended. "a lot of people would love to see the things i have seen. when i write my tell all book in like 40 years,it will be a total best seller." erich replies. sure,some people would love to have dustyns feet on them. but to erich? it was just his friend's feet. so he reaches down and starts tickling dustyn's foot. erich pauses when he hears the very distict words of clitoral hood. the word is so out of place,it sounds like someone dropped an anvil on the floor. erich calmly puts the cork back in his bottle and places it on the bed. he then gestures to it like a person telling a dog to stay. "um..dust? do you have like a special cut of this film? i've seen it a few times. but i dont think that..part,shall we say? ever is mentioned." he says quite seriously. its an oddly specific thing for dustyn to mention,so it was possible there was some rare version of this film where the ladies all compare while riding the bus. erich had no clue. he clamps his hands over his precious belly button and pulls away from dustyn. " dont you touch it! i now know where your hands have been. i dont want some unknown...person's stuff on me!"


"oh come now. you get to look at buns all day." chloe says brightly and trying her hardest to ignore whatever was going on with the rest of the group. she had no idea why she heard what she had heard. but she heard it!
"where are you going after the subway?" she asks him,now turning over onto her stomach and squirming to get a bit more comfortable. she gathered he wasnt musical or an actor,so the answer could be rather interesting. "it is high time you start going to show then. i am not just saying these because you'll be one more ticket sold. "chloe laughs and gives him a wink. she takes a slice of non penis pizza and nibbles on it over a napkin. no. this wasnt working,so with a sigh she flips back over onto her back and props herself up.

erich feels the tap and doesnt turn around. " not happening,micah.i dont know what you two are up to back there,and i certainly dont want to see." he says looking to dustyn and trying desperately to hold in how much this amuses him.

chloe,blushes and reaches over micah to smack the back of erich's head. "no!" is all she can come up with in protest. " your father is actually very shy. arent you,erich?" chloe asks looking at the back of his head.

"shy like your mom!" erich says quickly.

chloe shakes her head in disappointment. "no..no. bad mom jokes only work for erica."" she says almost apologetically.

"yeah. we might want to stop. he'll throw everyone out in the rain if the slander keeps up." dallas says with a sigh. dustyn's madonna love was so deep that dallas couldnt even make joke that was just begging to be made.