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Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at July 31st, 2008 (10:10 am)

Mick stretched on Keith's rug, pinching pieces of fur between his fingers.  He was giddy and he hadn't even had hash yet.  Well, not recently.  Perhaps it was the growing delerium in his head already accumulated from the cold weather, sour chocolate and the remaining strains of acid and pot still thrashing around his system.

There was the possibility that he was finally thrilled that he didn't have to devote a large chunk of his mind to fighting for his best friend's attention.  He had captured it wholly and literally but didn't push it so far as to make Keith go running back to the despicable blondes.  Thus, his mind was free, free, free.

"Wonder how many wolves had t'die for Keith's rococo room," he said as he gathered clumps of the grey-white fur in his hands.

Mick spread his hands, palm up, over the fur and tilted his face up lightly.  It was relaxing in this room, he decided--animal death and all.

@ Mickster
by Paul McCartney (bluesuit_macca)
at July 31st, 2008 (03:09 pm)

Paul opened his mouth to give Mick a backhanded, sharp reply, but no sooner had his brain started the process the singer had pranced out of the room, calling back for Paul to follow him.

He sighed, giving a glance back at John.

Should he really leave him here? He was dangerous when he was still coming down from the acid, and now that he'd given him some of his pot he was even more likely to lash out at him once he found that he'd escaped.

But the "adventure" that Mick had talked about seemed so fun in the part of Paul's mind that often opened up when he had smoked a few. The child within him wanted to know, and wanted to know right now what Mick had planned.

So, Paul left the room, walking slowly down the hallway, following Mick's whines from a room not too far away.

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at July 31st, 2008 (12:56 am)

Mick pulled himself to his feet and stretched his arms above his head.  His shirt, crusted and stained with chocolate though it was, rode up as he did so.  Settling his arm, he smiled tauntingly.

"'Course I have," he teasted. "Seen bigger ones, too.  Come on then."

He walked past John and all but skipped merrily of out the room.  The hallway no longer seemed so foggy but more like a pretty tunnel.  Wrapped in effervescent darkness, save for a circle of light.  Mick ponced and pranced into the hallway and dove into the first spare room he saw.  He languished on the floor, arms and legs akimbo as he reclined atop of a wolfskin rug.

"Come aaaahn!" he called to Paul.

@ Mickley McMickers
by Paul McCartney (bluesuit_macca)
at July 31st, 2008 (02:49 pm)

"I know you can't eat it!" Paul snapped back at Mick, suddenly becoming annoyed by his wriggling and his insistant whines that John was staring at him.  Why would John be staring? John didn't do things like that, did he?


Mick did have a point. There were no matches here.

"Fine, c'mon then." Paul went into the motion of getting off (he had an internal giggle at that) the singer, however Mick had decided right there and then that he should point out that Paul was still - er - tight down below. 

Fuck. Why hadn't that gone away yet?

Blushing, he quickened his movement and pushed himself back into a standing position, wobbling a little before making a slight turn away from Mick, hiding his front.

"S'not like you've never seen one before, y'tosser." Another snap back at him, Paul crossed his arms knowing full well that his insult was little above what he could've made up at age 12. It didn't matter though.

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at July 31st, 2008 (12:38 am)

 Mick wriggled, trying to figure out if he was truly trapped beneath Paul or if it were the other way around.  Vice...and versa.  He blinked his large blue eyes up at him and cocked his head to the side.

"I can't eat it," he complained. "And John's creeping me.  Can't we go somewhere else?  Somewhere that has matches?"

He writhed some more, wriggling around in his cold abyss.  His head was getting foggy, not from any sickness of course of course.  From the remnants of pot and acid and chocolate swirling around in his system.  The alchemy of the substances was driving him dotty.  Short drive, really.

"Plus, I'm bein' poked wif Paul Jr.," he continued. "It's uncomfortable."

@ Oh Micky
by Paul McCartney (bluesuit_macca)
at July 31st, 2008 (02:31 pm)

Paul felt for sure that he had been the one trapped - not Mick - but blinking his eyes a few times in an effort to clear his head made him realise that he himself was pressed against the Stones singer. 

And his problem still hadn't gone away.

As Mick wriggled beneath him in an effort to make him move, Paul struggled again to find where his mind had drifted off to. So it was another few moments before he finally answered the singer.

"Pot? Oh yeah, d'you want some?" His brow furrowed for a moment before he lifted himself slightly off Mick, reaching into the pocket of his jacket. He produced his last roll - and a good one at that.

"I don't have a light, sorry mate."

It still hadn't become obvious to Paul that he had made no move to get off the singer, or to move them away from John. He was trying to answer Mick first as his brain had decided to only let him do one thing at a time.

Mick Jagger [userpic]
@paulie the parrot
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at July 31st, 2008 (12:19 am)

Mick wriggled and writhed under Paul.  It wasn't the first time he was stuck against a Beatle that night from the mating knot of love that happened before when he had been a Scarecrow.  No, he was quite used to it by this point and to being in tight spaces--he had, after all, shagged Keith in a hallway.

"G'off," he mumbled, giggling. "We can have our adventure in a room where John isn't staring at us.  'Cos I know you got pot and I want some."

He slithered and wriggled against Paul's frame, trying to pry his sinewy body out from under him to no avail.  It'd be up to the bassist himself to get them out.

@ Micky
by Paul McCartney (bluesuit_macca)
at July 31st, 2008 (02:12 pm)

"Aye? A what?" Paul pulled back on his hands using Mick as a means to get himself up off the bed from his lying position. However, he stopped shortly as he saw Mick's eyes travel downwards, his crotch now no longer safely beneath him against the safety of the bed, but rather facing Mick in all it's purple-pant-clad glory. 

Paul feverishly blushed and tried to tug his hands away from Mick, giving him a dirty look.

"You judging me, then?" He snapped in his half-dazed state, glaring. However the glare directed at Mick didn't last long; as Paul tugged his hands away from the singer he caught him off guard, sending his balance off and Mick toppling into his lap, sending his own form crashing back into the bed.

Paul found himself - and his hands - trapped underneath the giggling and wirey frame of the stones member, and if that wasn't enough on his pot-muddled brain, he felt his collar get deliriously tight around his neck again and his cheeks flush in both anger and embarassment.

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at July 31st, 2008 (12:05 am)

Mick marched into the room, now resolute.  His mind free of clinging to Keith, he was free to do what he wanted at any old time.  And what he wanted to do was spend time with Paul.  He liked spending time with Paul.  He was easy to get on with.  None of the hang-ups of his own bandmates or the acerbic irreverence of John to bug him.

Mick took Paul's hand and started tugging him from the bed.  Through childishness, he was ignoring John.  Though it was Mick's own fault (and Keith's) for breaking up their coupling, he didn't want to really look at him.  Instead, he continuing pulling on Paul's hand with both of his--it was easy to fully clasp the bassist's hand in his own as Mick often bemoaned and berated his oversized appendages with their long fingers on a constant basis.

"Come on," he said. "We're havin' an adventure."

Mick's eyes traveled down to Paul's pants on their own volition and giggle bubbled up somewhere below his diaphragm, threatening to burst up and cause spasmodic laughter to come rippling from his mouth.

"Not that kind!" he promised.

@ Mickers
by Paul McCartney (bluesuit_macca)
at July 31st, 2008 (01:51 pm)

Paul was in the middle of willing his situtation to go away (without much luck - still lying on his back, he kept his eyes squished shut in concentration, then looked back down towards his middle every 30 seconds or so) when the sudden noise of the door being pushed open with a creak snapped his attention up. The culprit was half way through uttering a hello when a loud sneeze interrupted the greeting, causing him to bend over slightly to wipe his nose.

"...Mick?" Paul hasitidly rolled over so the door frame was no longer upside down in his view - and of course distracting Mick's view from his pants -  and gave the Stones member a quizzical glance. He'd been frightened out of his dazed pot state, but his eyes still drooped down further than usual and his memory of why Mick was even there didn't seem to be working.

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at July 30th, 2008 (11:36 pm)

Mick stopped his swirling and twirling down the hallway and fell against the narrow wall decorated in rococo-chic.  A sneeze exploded loudly from his narrow body and Mick slumped to the floor.

He made his way up to his hands and knees and crawled.  He had decided that he wanted some more pot.  The smoke'd make him warm--clearly the only reason for his sneezing.  He was cold. 

Mick continued crawling on the floor--the only way to travel in Redlands--down the hallway.  He tread over the wolf fur rugs and rested his banged up palms and knees momentarily.  He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.  He knew he was largely to blame for the party's failings but that didn't mean he couldn't somehow find a way to make things right.

A lightbulb flickered in the singer's head--he could always find The Beatles and bring them to the living room.  Mick rose to his feet and continued down the hallway until he came to a door.

"I pick this one," he said to himself, punctuating his sentence with another sneeze.

He pushed it open and peered inside.


by Paul McCartney (bluesuit_macca)
at July 31st, 2008 (01:20 pm)

His hand still cupped underneath his chin and eyes dancing up at John's own glassed in ones, Paul casually broke the moment-long stare by flopping back down onto the bed beside his friend. The pot was still having it's effects - as evident by the giggles that escaped from him at odd moments - but Paul felt at once more calm in the space around him. Usually the pot would take a similar effect to the prellies he had taken back in Hamburg (although that was more brought on by the fact that everyone else was taking it and feeding off each other's energy), however this time it had made him alot more content, somewhat placent.

Paul stared up at the ceiling, his arms draped over each side of the bed. John hadn't moved yet, and Paul guessed that he was still under the influence of the acid slightly, his mind somewhere else. However, Paul couldn't deny how "there" their minds had been just moments before. He had always felt connected to John, but never in such a way that he felt a hot tinge rise from his collar as his almond-shaped eyes stared into his, begging him to come closer, to just nudge a little nearer, to - 

Christ. He looked down, catching his pants tightening ever so slightly. What was that?

Paul's conciousness began to seep back, the hazy feeling being replaced by one of shock and....need? 

It's nothing. You just haven't seen Jane in a while, that's all. You could've bagged that blonde bird hours ago.

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at July 30th, 2008 (10:52 pm)

Mick had grown bored with Keith's antics and constantly fighting for his attention.  True, he had it.  He had it in the most personified form: the wriggling guitar himself heaved over one, narrow shoulder.

He had one the spoils but now he was bored.  Mick was several things: bored, cold, horney, tired...he needed something to placate himself.  He slid Keith's body down to the floor and patted him on the head as though he were a puppy.

"Be good, sweet Keefy," he chirped.

Mick turned and stretched out one, alabastre leg in a sort of exaggerated lunge.  He danced away, swirling and twirling down the hallway like a madcap top.

Mister Brian Jones. [userpic]
@ marianne
by Mister Brian Jones. (bleachdsunjones)
at June 17th, 2008 (12:57 pm)

"Oh, Marianne," Brian admonished. "What do you mean, guitars can't talk? Guitars do half the talking in songs. Guitars can tell a whole story! Infact, without a guitar, a song would just be words. Boring words, with no special life that only a guitar can give. Though I do like words, add a guitar and its much more special." The blond grinned again. "But, I'll talk to you, I suppose, til I find a guitar. Then I'll play you a song! And show you guitars can talk."

@ Brian
by Maid Marian (broken_marianne)
at June 14th, 2008 (12:31 am)

Marianne grinned at the guitarist. "You boys and those guitars." She said. "Alright Brian, we'll go." She said. "I'm not sure you'll find a guitar, with this lot here." She shook her head and happily followed him. "Well I guess between the two of us, we should be able to find something that big." She mused thoughtfully.

"Anyway." The blonde said. "We'll find the guitar." An impish smile donned on her face. It was payback time. "Come along now." She thread her arm through Brian's leading him towards the stairs. "And even if you don't find it, you still 'ave me here with you. And unlike a guitar, I talk." She reminded with a wink.

Mister Brian Jones. [userpic]
by Mister Brian Jones. (bleachdsunjones)
at June 12th, 2008 (06:57 pm)

"Okay, okay!" Brian laughed as Marianne pulled him with her to the kitchen. "I don't think we'll find one in the kitchen, though. Actually...knowing Keith, I may be proved wrong."

Brian surveyed the kitchen and shook his head. The place was a mess, the makings of tea and various food strewn about.

As he suspected, no guitars in sight. "Come onnn, Mari! I want to find a guitar!" Brian faked impatience. "Let's go, there's nothing here."

by Maid Marian (broken_marianne)
at June 2nd, 2008 (09:24 pm)

Marianne grinned, glad someone at least, was glad to see her. She could see the sun streaked guitarists' impish smile and felt devilish herself. "Well...I probably wouldn't have listened." She told Brian, as he looped an arm around her. She cuddled into him. "Yes, I'll help you find your guitar as long as you keep talking to me." She made a pouty face. "I don't like being ignored much." She added.

At least now she would have some company, someone else to talk to other than well, herself. Since Mick was being, well Mick and practically ignoring her, she would have someone to talk to her. "Come now, Brian." Marianne said warmly, almost a little too friendly, "Let's find it. It can't be too hard to find, and if nothing else, I'm sure there's one of Keith's guitars laying about. Lord knows it's not like he cleans up after himself." She said with a giggle. "Let's go." She decided to head for the kitchen first, pulling him with her.

Mister Brian Jones. [userpic]
@ marianne
by Mister Brian Jones. (bleachdsunjones)
at May 30th, 2008 (08:09 pm)

"Mari!" Brian exclaimed and strode forward, enveloping her in a swift hug. He was in an embracing mood it seemed, literally and figuratively. He let go of Marianne and looped his arm in hers. "What do you expect form Mick, hmm? I could have told you he was going to act like that." He grinned rather impishly.

"Hmm, where shall we go? I'd say we should go for a stroll outside, but it's freezing out." Brian sighed. "I'm going to find a guitar or something. You can help." He grinned at Mari again before pulling her with him on yet another search about Redlands. Hopefully this one would be successful, not mindless wandering.

by Maid Marian (broken_marianne)
at May 27th, 2008 (10:26 pm)

Marianne decided to walk upstairs, in case anyone was there. She was bored, tired, cranky and wanted to get high again. But that probably wasn't a good idea, was it? So she decided to walk. She was tired of Mick ignoring her in favour of Keith. Most times the blonde singer didn't even mind it, but sometimes, like now she did. She was feeling...antsy.

Walking upstairs, Marianne noticed a familiar and friendly (at least, to her) face. "Brian!" She sang out, dancing towards the golden haired guitarist. "Do come and keep me company?" She asked him. "Mick's gone and being mean, hiding from me." She pouted. "An' I can't find anyone." Marianne said. "So you must come and do something with me." After all, he was the one she'd met first, her oldest friend out of this very nutty group.

"Please?" The singer requested. She didn't like to be alone. Being alone, it made her think. And she'd rather not think about things too much.

Mister Brian Jones. [userpic]
@ whoever
by Mister Brian Jones. (bleachdsunjones)
at May 25th, 2008 (10:42 pm)

(I have pretty much no school this week, so I'll try and do my part in bringing this place back to life)
Brian sneered at Mick's cajoling towards Keith. Couldn't he see that Keith just didn't want to go with him? Honestly. He swirled a perfect blond strand round his finger, momentarily lost in thought.

He felt like playing guitar. Or any instrument, really, but in Keith's house a guitar was the most likely instrument to come across. It would be nice; he could just tune out the world (and Mick's bitching) and everything would be fine and dandy. Without an explanation to Anita, he lifted her gently off his lap and daintily began his quest to find some sort of musical instrument.

crysdrox [userpic]
by crysdrox (strawberispring)
at May 25th, 2008 (10:07 pm)


Hey guys.

It's been nearly two weeks with no activity at all. We respect that you are busy as, hey, we have lives too. But...there are posts in other places and we feel a bit shafted.

More or less, the sum of it is that if

tatterings and myself wanted to RP with ourselves we'd just do it over MSN and not even bother to have a community.

All of us mods and a couple of other members have felt a bit shafted by this treatment and, though we understand that people get busy...we all feel as if we're getting shafted.

le mawds.


@ John
by Paul McCartney (bluesuit_macca)
at May 12th, 2008 (06:34 pm)

((another long overdue post in reply to John: I SUCK))

Giggling, Paul collasped backwards onto the soft pillows of the bed, giving John a momentary look of seriousness before splitting into more giggles. Now he was well and truely high.

"Is - is that so?"  After calming down from the second bout of giggles he leant forward and propped his chin up on his hand. He didn't really know what he was getting at, but at that moment it seemed funny to toy with John instead of giving in so easily to his flirtacious behaviour and general I-need-to-be-in-your-pants-now attitude. In fact, the longer Paul kept his doe-eyed expression on John without making a move towards him, the more he enjoyed it and had to fight back another round of giggles.

This was fun.

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at May 11th, 2008 (10:12 pm)

Mick decided that he would have none of this.  He rose to the ground and hoisted Keith onto his shoulder.

"That wasn't a suggestion," he explained, buckling a little under his best mate's nearly nonexistent weight. "We're going to the sitting room, Keef."

Mick started towards the door, keeping Keith firmly planted in his arms to keep the sobbing guitarist from wiggling his way out.  The way he saw it, frankly, was fuck to everyone else.  They had deserted them and ruined poor Keith's party.  As far as Mick was concerned, they were dead to him.

But they could salvage it for themselves.

"Come on, Keef!" he said happily.

Keith Richards [userpic]
by Keith Richards (keeflepuff)
at May 9th, 2008 (10:28 pm)

He shook his head, slowly at first, then vigorously. His hands clamped at first, tightening into tiny, clammy fists and then releasing with a dramatic outstretch of his arms perpendicular to his torso when he fell back to the ground and accepted the embrace of the shag carpet whilst distancing himself from Mick’s warm and integrating gestures.

“Too tired now,” he mumbled, shutting an eye, “too much party for me.”

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at May 8th, 2008 (03:23 pm)

Mick leaned back and smiled at Keith softly.

"C'mon, Keef.  We can make it a good time now.  It's barely even sundown.  We'll get everyone into the living room and just sit and talk and toke 'n'shit."

He widened his smile into a hopeful smile.  Reaching out lightly, he stroked Keith's hair.

"C'mon.  We'll go put music on there and people'll come.  C'mon, Keef.  Let's go."

by Maid Marian (broken_marianne)
at May 3rd, 2008 (04:11 pm)

With a sigh, Marianne replaced the pills and jacket. She headed into the hallway, hearing voices--or rather, Keith crying. She shook her head a moment. Great. That meant Mick was being mean--again, and had reduced the guitarist to tears. Marianne sighed, bringing both hands to her temple and rubbing them softly. Maybe the pill would kick in again, who knew. She didn't want to have to hear anyone trying to bring her down right now.

Let Mick be a pain if he wanted, fine. Let him go make everyone else cry, fine. She was going to make the others remember that it was a party. A party. After all, she was kind of the co-hostess here. With that in mind, Marianne traipsed down the stairs and into the front room. She still had on that ridiculous fur rug, but didn't mind since someone thought heat wasn't bloody important. How did he stand it here, in all this cold, anyway?

Keith Richards [userpic]
by Keith Richards (keeflepuff)
at May 3rd, 2008 (03:35 pm)

Keith squirmed and turned and tossed as best as he could without disturbing the singer enveloping him, though he really didn’t care if he did or not. Everything was horrible. Brian and Anita were trying. Were. But now they sat far away. They tried to make things better and he ruined them.

Sick with guilt, sick with…who knew what. It smelled like vomit and he felt clammy and chill. He’d’ve sneezed, but it’d all fling into Mick’s hair, and that wasn’t hospitable. So he held it in, choked, and cried harder, quietly, unable to verbally respond to any of their helpful remarks or actions.

However, he was able to silently assure Mick that he was listening by nodding slowly and nuzzling softly into the crook of his neck; there he found temporary solace. Maybe things would turn up, but now he wasn’t so hopeful.

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at May 3rd, 2008 (10:01 am)

Mick continued his stroking and lightly kissed Keith's temple like one would a child who had had a bad dream.  Not that he'd ever want to consider Keith a child.  As immature as the guitarist could be, him imagining him the least bit like a child made him get the coppery penny taste in his mouth that usually preceded vomiting.  He had fucked Keith.  Keith being a child would open up a whole can of worms that he didn't even want to take the time to ponder.  Plus, it was gross.  Not anyone in their group seemed to be in danger of doing something awful to a child.  Mick frowned.  Well...almost their whole group.

"C'mon, Keef," he said in a soft voice. "We'll gather ev'ryone up and we'll all sit in the living room and drink and toke and, um, hit one of those animals full of candy and listen to music and have a really good time.  It's not too late, Keef.  We can make this a fun party.  Besides..."

Mick nearly cringed but he held it back and continued speaking.

"...Anita's right.  It hasn't been that bad."

Anita Pallenberg [userpic]
by Anita Pallenberg (diamondminds)
at May 2nd, 2008 (10:01 pm)

It wasn't working. Keith was too enveloped in his miseries.

Anita sighed and rubbed her eyes in frustration,before standing and making her way back to Brian. She needed some sort of semi-stable person to lean on. She sat in his lap and rested her head on his chest, nuzzling underneath her chin and shrugging.

This was so stressful.

Mister Brian Jones. [userpic]
@ keef
by Mister Brian Jones. (bleachdsunjones)
at May 2nd, 2008 (05:10 pm)

Brian acknowledged Anita's leaving with a small nod. He then turned his concerns to Keith, who was sniffling like a small child. Brian tipped his head to the side and weighed his options. If he got up and went over to Keith, he was definitely going to get an earful from Mick, who was draped over Keith. But if he didn't do anything, that was just being a bad friend!

He stayed where he was, sitting on the bed. "Yeah, it's okay, Keef. Don't worry." the blonde lisped in an almost whisper.

Keith Richards [userpic]
by Keith Richards (keeflepuff)
at May 1st, 2008 (09:09 pm)

And still Keith insisted that no, no, it wasn’t okay nor was it going to be okay. The day was completely lost and he very well knew it, there was no reason to go on saying it was still going to be a good day. Here it was going into the early evening and Keith had already cried buckets multiple times today including nearly just now.

Still, he wanted to believe Mick and his reassuring words, he really did and he really tried, nodding his head stupidly at whatever the large lipped singer had whispered to him like a soothing lullabye.

Mick Jagger [userpic]
@senor wigglearms
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:56 pm)

Mick continued cuddling Keith, whispering little mumbles into his rather generous ears.  He tried to tell Keith how it couldn't get worse...it really couldn't.  Mick couldn't think of a single thing that would make this party et any worse.  Unless, he snogged Anita or something.  Mick shuddred at the thought.  God, like he'd EVER want to be that close to that blonde cow.

"Really, Keith.  It can't get worse, honest...." he said softly before resuming his mumblings of little parts of words into Keith's ear.

Keith Richards [userpic]
by Keith Richards (keeflepuff)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:55 pm)

He choked, sobbed, “You’d be right ‘cause they CAN’T,” he gagged, this time mostly on Mick’s hair that drifted into his chapped, but sticky and magnetic mouth, every lock of hair funneling down his throat. That was the only bother. Everything else about Mick seemed so comforting, right down to the little geometric figured being indented into his cold-paralyzed back.

The grip around Mick’s neck didn’t slacken, if anything it tightened.

Normally he would have been swift to answer Anita. But now was just. A drooling, crying time.

Anita Pallenberg [userpic]
by Anita Pallenberg (diamondminds)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:51 pm)

Anita frowned and let go of Brian's hand. "Hang on, dahling," she mumbled in his ear, standing and going to the opposite side of Keith.

"Keef. C'mon. I think it's a fun party. There's some wet blankets, but it's fun, yeah?" SHe hoped she could put him in a better mood.

"Little Richard is great-it's makin' me feel better arready!"

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:47 pm)

Mick stroked Keith's greasy hair and rocked him gently from side to side like one would a child.  Poor Keith.  His party was all but ruined.  Mick was largely to blame, too.  He felt miserable because of it.

"Okay...how about...things can't possibly get better?" he offered. "How about that, Keef?"

Mick moved his hand down to his mate's back and rubbed it gently in slow circles.

Keith Richards [userpic]
by Keith Richards (keeflepuff)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:46 pm)

“DON’T SAY THAT,” he shrieked and flailed, turning onto his back only to have the last of his lungs exhausted when Mick had lowered down onto him, “It can get worse and it will!” he meekly squeaked, already welling up with tears again.

Unsure of whether to say anything else, or just guarding from any other inane phrases, Keith flung his arms around Mick’s neck and quietly buried his head into the sweat slick, vomit-stained, saliva-crusted brunette waves.

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:42 pm)

 Mick put his arms completely around Keith and nuzzled him with his head.

"Oh, it's okay, Keef," he said. "Really.  Everything's gonna be fine.  Things are gonna wind down and we can just relax and toke.  Promise."

He pecked his cheek and smiled.

"Besides," Mick added. "It can't possibly get worse."

Keith Richards [userpic]
by Keith Richards (keeflepuff)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:37 pm)

“IT’S NOT OKAY!” his voice cracked the way a prepubescent boy’s might when he cried to his mother about NEW AND STRANGE FEELINGS, but Keith was all too familiar with the sense of presenting himself as a complete and utter dumbass. It wasn’t as though he PLANNED these outbursts…that’s why they were outbursts! “It’s not okay at all, what’re you TALKING about? Everyone’s sick, the Beatles are MISSING, someone’s prolly gonna call up a search party for ‘em, where’s Marianne? You’re cold, Anita hurt her hand…Brian’s the only…pleasant one right now!”


“This is just the worst day of my entire life over and over again!”

Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:30 pm)

"You're right," Mick said spitefully. "Who knows where that baseball mitt you call a hand as been?"

He rested his head instead on Keith's shoulder and gave her an impish grin.  God, how he despised her.  He could never really see a way to ever get along with her.  Not even be vaguely civil.

"It's okay, Keef," he said sweetly.

Keith Richards [userpic]
by Keith Richards (keeflepuff)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:29 pm)

Keith cringed when Mick’s presence became known, not because of Mick, but rather because of the way Anita’s hand writhed on his flesh when Mick had sat on her arm. He held his breath – it tickled. It tickled badly. He was going to explode into a fit of unsightly tears and intolerable giggles and melt into one mass of conflicted emotions.

Instead he held it in; he held it in with every ounce of air still pocketed in his lungs. All he could do was stare quietly, pitifully up at Mick and occasionally sniffle to breathe to avoid passing out. Wouldn’t that just be the cherry on top?

“I wanna go home,” he sensed his error, “Ah FUCK ME,” he whined loudly and smacked his face again.

by Maid Marian (broken_marianne)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:23 pm)

That was a tremendously long piss, Marianne thought. But oh well. She leaned backwards, reclining on the sofa. If Mick wanted to act like an ass, then fine. But he wasn't going to make her sick--cause she knew him well enough by now to know he was sick. Marianne closed her eyes, reflecting on the whole day. It was just going to get crazier, and she had no idea where anybody was. The Beatles were missing, lost in this myraid house of Keef's.

Mick had "gone to piss" or whatever, right now she really didn't care. Keith and Anita and Brian were also gone. And so, that's why she was talking to herself. Her friends had left, off in their own little world. How could that be? The pop singer frowned, and sat up. Did she really want to be bothered at the moment, anyway?

"I want some pills." Marianne grouched. Mick had them...and he wouldn't give them to her. She glowered. Well, she'd just find that jacket of his and take them anyway. She'd show him. She'd show them all. That's what they got for leaving her out of things. You didn't just ignore Marianne Evenlyn Faithfull. There was no way.

Rising to her feet, Marianne padded upstairs. She thought back to the last time she had seen Mick's jacket. In that one room she'd been in, before her bath. Pulling the rug tight against her, the singer went into the bedroom, rooting around. After a moments search or so, she found the said jacket. Hadn't he thought it was his brain, earlier? Marianne shook it, hearing the pills rattle. She reached into the pocket, pulling a baggie out, unzipping it and pouring them into her hand.

Finally. Sweet, sweet treasures to be taken. Marianne took one and swallowed it. You took them slowly, letting the effects build. Only a jackass would take them all--resulting in an overdose. And she didn't want that.

Anita Pallenberg [userpic]
by Anita Pallenberg (diamondminds)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:27 pm)

She scowled even more as he took her hand. She'd have to go wash it, now!

"Oh ah'm sure," she said curtly, taking her hand back and shoving it in her lap, "It's okay, you obviously can't watch where you're going."

She spoke with a bit of an aristocratic air, speaking to him while she looked down her nose at him.


Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:24 pm)

Mick widened his eyes in a mix of feigned innocence and self-chastisement.

"Oh, did I?" he said in mock-surprised. "Oh, dear.  I'm ever so sorry, Anita.  Golly gee, I promise I won't ever do it again."

He reached forward and took the hand he had nearly sat on top of.  He clasped her hand very tightly in his own, tipping his head to the side and giving a close-lipped smile.

Anita Pallenberg [userpic]
by Anita Pallenberg (diamondminds)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:22 pm)

Anita yelped and pulled her hand to her lap.

"My hand was on the floor, Meek! Watch where you're sitting!"

She scowled and furrowed her brow. The temptation to do something to make him run off was horrible. Maybe she could pass gas. Or throw up. All over him.


Mick Jagger [userpic]
by Mick Jagger (micksarainbow)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:16 pm)

Mick frowned.  

What was wrong with those two, stupid, fucking blonde shitheads?  He was clearly trying to be civil and that fucking cow just ignored him?  Well, if there was one thing that really rubbed Michael Phillip Jagger the wrong way, it was being ignored.  Especially with the surprise appearance by Brian.

"Well, it suddenly feels heavier over here," he opined, inching away from Brian. "Wonder why."

He sneezed again, neglecting to cover his mouth.  It didn't matter; no way was he sick.  Instead he crawled away from the despicable blondes and instead made his way over to Keith.  He pulled what he mentally referred to as a Brian and plopped down between him and Anita, wiggling his butt to get it between their bodies and onto the floor.

Anita Pallenberg [userpic]
@Bribri and Keith
by Anita Pallenberg (diamondminds)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:06 pm)

Anita shook her head slowly at Brian's question, and rolled her neck as he played with her hair. She was always a sucker for having her hair played with. And yet, she still kept her ringed hand on Keith's knee-partly to reassure him that it was fine, and partly because if she moved it, Brian would've seen.

"Ah'm fine. The blanket's warm enough. An' this shirt," she told nonchalantly, chewing the inside of her cheek in suppressed agitation that she and Keith were interrupted both by Mick AND Brian.

Interrupted from what, she wasn't sure.

Keith Richards [userpic]
by Keith Richards (keeflepuff)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:05 pm)

He shook his head, or rather, repetitively banged it against the cushioned floor in a rhythmic pattern to emphasize ‘no’, even though he had just now.

“It’s not cold in here. Nor outside. It’s not cold,” he gave an assertive grunt and burrowed into the floor again, sighing with semi-relief. This was the part where he was being lured, for sure…oh but how safe he felt!

Mister Brian Jones. [userpic]
@ neeta
by Mister Brian Jones. (bleachdsunjones)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:01 pm)

Brian smiled, and proceeded to arrange himself between Anita and Mick, snuggling as close as he could to his girlfriend, so as to avoid touching Mick, because bitching would surely follow that.

Brian played with Anita's hair and smirked at Mick and Keith. "Aren't you guys freezing? And Keef, haven't you ever heard of a heating system?"

Keith Richards [userpic]
inner monologue
by Keith Richards (keeflepuff)
at May 1st, 2008 (08:02 pm)

It was then that Keith Richards firmly decided that his life was over. He was already buried under six centimeters of rug, what would six feet do him harm? Brian was in the door way, Brian. Brian was there, he’d followed them, he’d seen them both, and Mick, he’d seen them all pile into the bedroom, and right there he’d seen Anita…and the blanket…and it was far too much, Keith couldn’t tell if his heart had stopped and his mind was racing or if his brain had shut off and his blood was surging.

He didn’t sound angry, but oh, that was a trick! A trick to lure Keith into what he felt was safety before BAM! The end. It wouldn’t be so bad when it was over, only because Keith wouldn’t be there to witness the carnage, himself. Ohhh Jessusss, who would save him? George. George was so divine but he was currently channeling his good will to Ringo who very much deserved the attention. Paul and John, were they around? What would either care? He didn’t know Paul, and he didn’t suspect that John fancied him much. Marianne was absent, Mick was…would Mick reprise his heroic role?

And still, Anita held his knee. Keith was unsure whether that was reassuring or a death sentence.

All in all, he wanted to cry. Instead, he held his breath, shutting his eyes tight and avoiding Brian for fear of meeting a fist or an angry face. Brian was his friend. But first and foremost, now, Anita was Brian’s girlfriend. There was something funny about girlfriends, they were supposed to take precedence, at least, that’s what Keith saw with Anita, and Yoko, and those girls…but then Mick and George, how easy it was to forget that Mick was attached and George was married.

Wasn’t Keith supposed to be dead by now?

Feeling hopeful, he glanced up ever so slightly.

Anita Pallenberg [userpic]
by Anita Pallenberg (diamondminds)
at May 1st, 2008 (07:53 pm)

Anita nearly jumped out of her skin at Brian's sudden appearance.

"Brian!" she called happily, beaming up at him while still holding Keith's knee under the blanket. Hopefully he couldn't see it.

"We're listening to ah....Two-tee Fruitti," she informed, patting in between her and Mick, "Come, sit."

At least Brian would be in between her and Mick. And not in between Keith and herself.

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