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| Exactly how long is forever?; [La Lesbiana Fantastica] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 26 2007, 09:30 PM (34 Views) | |
| Wigumoto | Jul 26 2007, 09:30 PM Post #1 |
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Looks like the arena setup is coming along nicely. The ring is up, the stage is almost ready, the Revolt-Tron (or whatever they’re calling that big screen that goes above the entrance nowadays) is currently being winched into position and all in all this lonely patch of desert is quickly resembling an arena worthy of FIW’s Summer of Sin. Oh hey there, didn’t see ya come in. Take a seat ‘cos…not there…yeah that’s better, ‘cos we’re about to join your favourite FIW Hellcat in whatever shenanigans she’s getting up to. …No, not Jaime Lee, the other one. …Zesboca!? Stop screwing with me, you know who I mean. I’m talking ‘bout La Lesbiana Fan-TAS-tica, bitches! Not too far from the arena set up and just past the rows of pimped out couches, we pick up the faint sound of a funky beat. It’s fairly quite and muffled, as if it’s coming from a tiny speaker perhaps not meant to travel too far, but as we draw closer it becomes much clearer. Turns out it’s coming from the back of a pink, 1960s Cadillac and as we move closer we find it’s source. There in the back seat, with her legs dangling over the side of the car, we find our Mexi-tralian luchadora tapping away at the screen of a DS and trying to keep up with the Elite Beat Agents. By the look on her face, she’s not doing too well. Lesbiana: Grrr, stupid crappy agent guys. You suck little guys! They respond by playing the game over sound, though they might as well have flipped her the pixilated bird as she snaps the little handheld shut in frustration. ???: Don’t slam it too hard, it voids the warranty. A rather dry, sardonic voice drifts along the desert breeze and draws Lesbiana’s attention behind her, and her face lights up as she spots a familiar face. Lesbiana: JANEY!!! Hi! She leans her head over the side of the car and peers up at her friend through upside down eyes. Janine shoots her a forced smile accompanied with a polite nod, only uncrossing her arms to bring the cigarette to her mouth and take a deep drag. She looks up and down the long, sleek and rather expensive looking classic car and turns to Lesbiana with an inquisitive look. Janine: Who’s car is this? Lesbiana: It’s mine. Well I’m renting it while we’re out here. So I get head into Vegas whenever I want. Janine looks it up and down again, still unsure as to why she would rent such a thing. Janine: We’re only out here for a few days. You couldn’t rented something…smaller? Less expensive maybe? Maybe not so…pink. I mean I know you’re gay but seriously, live the stereotype why don‘t ya.. Lesbiana spins around in her leather seat so she can talk to her friend the right way up. Lesbiana: Ok, first of all, you’re a self hating Jew, so don’t talk to me about stereotypes. Janine opens her mouth to argue, but sees the truth in the statement and decides not to. Lesbiana: And secondly…This is a classic. If I’m gonna be cruising the strip I can’t be doing it in some beat up jalopy. The future Hellcat champion has standards to keep up. A cheesy grin carves her face in two, as Janine reluctantly accepts her reasoning. But one question still plagues the cynical Jewish interviewer. Janine: So…if you’ve got such a sexy and fabulous image to live up to, why are you parked up in the ass-end of nowhere playing video games? Why aren’t you hitting the town? Lesbiana: I can’t drive. Janine: Oy veh. Janine’s eyes roll toward the cloudless Nevada sky, but Lesbiana seems determined to explain the situation as she waves her hands to dismiss Janey’s dismay. Lesbiana: No, no, no, it’s totally cool! ‘Cos I hired a driver too. She’ll be along any minute. Hey! I know! Come to Vegas with me. I’m gonna shoot some crabs. She opens the door and scooches along the back seat of the car, allowing Janine to reluctantly climb in beside her. Janine: It’s craps. Lesbiana: It is not crap! This is a classic car, with full leather interior. Do you have any idea how much it costs per day? Janine: No you masked moron, you’re going to shoot some craps, not shoot some crabs. Ya know the game where throw the dice and try to roll the right numbers? Lesbiana: Oh. Right yeah. Lesbiana looks a little disappointed by Janine’s explaining of the rules and seems a little less excited about playing now. Janine: Well what did you think it was? You didn’t think you’d be actually shooting crabs did you? Lesbiana: No…no that would be silly. She sighs the sigh of unfulfilled dreams as she pictures herself wearing a hunting helmet and stalking through the desert wielding an elephant gun while hunting giant land crabs. She stares into space for what seems like several minutes, until Janine, uncomfortable sitting in the awkward silence that has descended, decides to change the subject. Janine: So, erm, where’s your BFF? She coming crab hunting with you? Lesbiana: Hmm? Oh no, I think she’s signing autographs or something. There was like a huge queue last time I checked. And why did you say BFF like that? Janine: Like what? Lesbiana: Like all in sarcastic italics? Like she’s not really my BFF or something. Janine: Oh please. In a few days you two are literally going to be ripping bits off each other over a lump of metal and leather. Do you really think your cutesy, Hello Kitty, after school special friendship can last through that? As Janine glances over at the masked lesbian beside her she suddenly realizes the effect her words are having on her. Lesbiana’s brow wrinkles under her luchadora mask and her bottom lip pouts out ever so slightly, like a child hearing a horrible truth that they just don’t want to believe. Lesbiana: It’s B.F.F. As in forever. Why can’t people get that? I wanna win as much as Jay does, but if she beats me and walks out with the belt I’ll be over the freakin’ moon for her. Janine: And if you beat her? Lesbiana: …What do you mean? Janine: I mean if you beat her, will she be “over the freakin’ moon” for you? Lesbiana: Well of course she will. Janine casts a questioning gaze in Lesbiana’s direction, planting the tiny seed of doubt in Lesbiana’s mind. Lesbiana: Shut up. Janine: Well put. Lesbiana: I wouldn’t expect you to understand friendship, you’re all mean and sarcastic and you smell of smoke even when you’re not smoking. In fact, you can go to Vegas alone, I’m gonna go hang out with my BFF. Adios. With that she kicks the door open and hops out, slamming it shut behind her. Janine shrugs it off and kicks back on surprisingly comfortable leather seat, puffing away on her cancer stick. Though it’s not long before her peace is interrupted. ???: So where to? She looks up, shielding her eyes from the harsh sun to see an attractive looking woman with short, black hair and a lip ring standing over her grasping the keys to the Cadillac in her right hand. I’m guessing this is Lesbiana’s driver. Janine: Oh I’m not… She thinks about it for a moment, looks around to see Lesbiana storming off toward the arena setup and turns back to the driver. Janine: Vegas. I feel like shooting craps. Fade. |
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