Sex, Booze & Tattoos

Reagan

When the next morning comes, I find myself with a filthy hangover that mashes my head up and a feeling in my stomach that’s poetically volatile. I quickly race to the bathroom where I puke yesterdays food up. Turning to a clock, I see that its seven thirty am, which is astounding because usually being drunk entails waking up late and being sick before bed time. But arguing with alcohol is impossible, I do the next best thing. Painkillers, milkshake and a cigarette with some Dead Puppets on the side.
“Missing Cyberbitch?”
I spin around to find Elvira with rollers in her hair, smudged makeup and an oversized Motley Crue t-shirt with unlaced fetish boots.
“What do you want?” I ask coldly, only wondering if she betrayed me further and slept with Joey.
“I didn’t sleep with him if that’s what you want to know,” she reads me like a book before sitting on the sofa.
“I don’t care” I spin around after making the milkshake.
“As long as you don’t say what it think you will, then I won’t hurt you,” she says, knowing the next words to come out of your mouth, or what they’d normally be.
Something along the lines of ‘you’re welcome to him’. She hates anyone saying that to her because of something that happened years and years ago. Those words are still like daggers to her.
“I just want to know why you betrayed me in the first place,” I say and sit beside her.
“Look, I was a bit drunk, we were alone, he was hot and I couldn’t help it. I didn’t think you’d be this upset. Well I didn’t think at all to be honest,” she tells me, regret pouring through her voice.
“You lament far too much, maybe you should cut back on the things you do that lead to it.”
“Yeah but that’d mean doing nothing I wanted to and having a boring life,” she croaks, morning mucus in her throat.
“Indeed. You’re right,” I sip my milkshake and find some cigarettes.
“Can we be friends again then?”
“Only if we’re the best of.”
“Deal.”
I light a cigarette then she steals the pack and takes one for herself.

Elvira

“Anyhow, if you abandoned me then I’d be destined to walk the earth all by my lonesome. There’s no one else I’d want as a pretend sexx partner,” I tell her.

The day passes slowly until we reach the next destination. Reagan’s still looking like piranha took chunks out of her ass then laid some eggs up there, so I decide on doing something a bit special for her.

“Hey uhm Joey I need your help,” I pull him out of the bus as soon as its parked up.
“Yeah?” he says, slightly bemused.
“See Reag’s not very happy. I’m sure you don’t care but if you could help all the same it’d be cool.”
“Who said I didn’t care? What's wrong with her?”
“Not sure, but I have an idea as to what would make her happier” I say with a light bulb floating about somewhere above my head.
“Ok…as long as its nothing dodgy.”
“We’re going shopping, you arse!” I giggle then lead off towards the road.

After a few hours I have a collection of horror and porn movies, some KFC…well a lot of KFC…and some alcohol. Its enough to make anybody happy.
Upon return to the tour bus, Joey stops in the lounge area downstairs with some of the alcohol, while I proceed to see Reagan.
“Knock, knock,” I push the handle down and nudge the door open because my hands are full.
“Yo,” she says, pausing whatever is on the TV.
“Buffy the Musical? Oh dear me,” I tut, as she has delved into my box set.
“I got a theory, that it’s a demon!
A dancing demon?
No something isn’t right there!
I got a theory, some kid is dreamin’!
And we’re all trapped inside his whacky Broadway nightmare!” she sings all cheery and shit before her face falls back to where it was.
“Oh Reagy, Reagy, Reagy, reagy, Reagy. Do not despair, for I come from the dark side with cookies and such,” I smile before pulling a bottle of expensive absinthe from a bag.
“Awh dude ya didn’t have to do that,” she says, looking from the bottle back to me.
“You find comfort in the things you love best when you’re away from home,” I say before pulling out several bottles of blue WKD and one of Smirnoff black, all of which I put on the bed beside her.
“You just want me drunk,” she smirks.
“Ah so it does work, the disparity recedes as poisons are to be toyed with."
“Don’t be so fucking poetic”
“Alright you cocky motherfucker,” I laugh then give her some KFC.
“You make me smile,” she grins as I kneel on the end of the bed.
“Well men make me smile…sometimes,” I sigh “And I have something else for you anyhow,” I put the bag of DVDs in her lap.
She looks from the bag and back up to me before gently delving into it and pulling out around half of them,
“Vampire Killer Barbys….Vampires Vs Zombies...Psycho Sisters...Switch Killer…Thirst,” she reads the titles out.
“Heheh theres some more” I snigger and she pulls the remainder out, discarding the bag to float its way to the floor.
“Butchered…At Dawn They Sleep…Nutbag…Cold Grip…DEBBIE DOES DALLAS! Holy shit this looks amazing. I don’t know what to say…really Elv' I can’t thank you enough.”
“Geez Louise they’re a couple DVDs don’t go psycho at me."
“You didn’t have to do this.”
“Well share your WKD and we’ll call it quits alright,” I shake my head.
She grins and passes a bottle before putting on Debbie Does Dallas.