“There she is!” sang Mini-Flash Juniper.
A girl with long chocolate hair tied in two bunches was skipping up the slope towards them, beaming. She was flushed all over, which Mini-Flash Robin might have put down to the humid overcast day, but for the careless manner in which she ran. Almost dizzily. Not at all the way a girl ought to run when she was only wearing a red and white polka-dot bikini.
Next second the spotty bottoms of these came to a double-bumping halt, as she and Juniper hugged hello by the checkpoint cubicle.
So this was Mini-Flash Pseudangelos.
“You smell different,” were Juniper’s first fond words to her friend.
“I’ll show you why,” Pseudangelos breathed back, as one who promised intimacy.
They linked arms and set off together down the gentle ramp, chatting about how it didn’t seem all that long since their last reunion. On a sunny day such a duo might have been bound in the opposite direction for the beach, there to dazzle every boy whose fevered gaze fell on them. Robin checked that the sealed envelope addressed to Mini-Flash Pseudangelos was still safely tucked into the elastic waistband of his underpants, and followed the girls.
After a foggy meander through landscapes which could only be guessed at, though they seemed to boast large buildings and strange twisty constructions besides, there emerged out of the mist a lit door from which jukebox music bonged and banged and plinkled. Mini-Flash Pseudangelos showed her companions inside, where round about a cosy bar-room lounged numerous boys.
They were all somewhat older than Mini-Flash Robin, who thought their dress-sense a little like Joe’s. Their smiles, however, Robin couldn’t quite picture on his friend’s face.
Nevertheless, the boys weren’t to be faulted on the warm welcome they immediately extended. Each introduced himself, and they had funny names, Lasser and Gorm and Huraeas and Hamaunji and Yon. Their long legs, comfortably clad in jeans, had Robin’s thumbs and forefingers bumbling to his hemline to make sure he was tugged down as far as he’d go. For some reason, trousers on his own gender always made him self-conscious. Mini-Flash Juniper, meanwhile, was by now pinker than Mini-Flash Pseudangelos but looking nowhere near as happy.
“We didn’t realise you were having a party,” she managed to say.
“Didn't realise?” repeated Lasser, baring straight square teeth above his chiselled chin. “And you the guest of honour?”
On every table and atop the bar were bowls of curious little white sticks, tubular in shape like slim cigarettes. Mini-Flash Pseudangelos took two from the nearest and popped them first into her mouth, then while chewing and swallowing picked out another and began to poke it naughtily at Mini-Flash Juniper’s lips.
“You and your sweet things, Pseudangelos,” the latter declared, with a laugh at least, though it sounded rather forced. “I’d better not. You know my figure.”
Gorm at the same time held out a bowl to Robin, who likewise politely declined.
Something Mini-Flash Juniper had said before. Not that Mini-Flash Robin would have known what Mini-Flash Pseudangelos used to smell like. But this entire room was sweet and sere from those whitely heaped bowls, and that was what Mini-Flash Pseudangelos smelled of now. Robin wasn’t anywhere near sure enough about this all-too genial band of boys to want to end up quite as tottery and silly in their presence as Mini-Flash Juniper’s old classmate.
That one ate the third stick herself, then took Juniper by both hands and proceeded to drag her imploringly to an empty stretch of floor.
“Then let’s get this party started,” laughed Lasser, and gave the jukebox a bash.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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J-DPhDBuD ~ Always with a Sweet-Schtickle-Scent with you ~ How 'Udderly' enticing ~*Please see out Step Mother's Story 'The Road Least Traveled' - she may bake us cookies - 'J'
Well, this is intriguing, and provocative, just as a first chapter should be!
Very impressive. I can't wait for the 2nd chapted