The Incredible League of Goth Pizza Haters (RH)

Part 59

---Sylvia---

How the hell does he sleep comfortably in a belt and skinny jeans? I sat on the edge of the chair, massaging my wet hair between a towel. And how had he not woken up yet? Dexter walked over and jumped on the chair, walking across the blanket to find somewhere to sit. He settled on Ricky's chest and Ricky woke up just then, looking up and around to see both me and his cat staring at him.

He sat up, disturbing Dexter and yawning. He looked around the living room. I didn't remember much of what happened last night but I woke up on the couch so I figured it couldn't have been that bad. The last thing I could recall was wanting to go visit Mena.

"What happened last night?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well," he sat up, rubbing his face and messing his hair up even more, "... After you set the park on fire and killed all the children.." I shoved him and he laughed. "C'mere," he said and I moved in closer. He leaned in and kissed me, pulling me back on the chair with him. Dexter complained loudly at my intrusion. "You decided that you wanted to go visit Mena last night, after you downed half that bottle of Jack Daniels, so I drove you there..."

"And?" I asked, feeling guilty as hell,

"You fell asleep as soon as we got there. I had a lovely awkward conversation with Mena and we ate sandwiches. I drove us home and you passed out on the couch." he said,

"Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." he murmured, pausing, and kissing my cheek through my hair. "You smell good."

"I just took a shower."

"You smell like lavender."

"My conditioner is lavender scented."

"It's nice."

"It's commonly used to hide the scent of death."

"Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Yes, I've actually been dead this entire time. Plot twist." he pulled back and looked me in the eye, cocking one eyebrow and I smiled, waiting for a smart ass reply.

"... You... Uhhh." he did the thing with his tongue and sighed, "I'm not awake enough."

"I win."

"It wasn't a competition."

"Of course not," I stood up and headed to the kitchen, "But I still win."

***

Ricky and I'd spend the day mostly on the couch while he wrote and I animated. We'd taken a good hour or so break to try to coax the cats into liking each other. After a mildly successful but mainly unsuccessful session of cat therapy, Ricky made us some lunch and we performed a toast with glasses of tea and lemonade.

To bad cat parenting.

And a little while after that, Balz arrived back at the house.

The afternoon was spent in a lazy simple manner. I uploaded a video to my channel. Balz took a nap, as he had come home looking happy and tired. Ricky wrote a bit, then took a shower. I received a text from Phillip, the owner of the nightclub my band used to perform at, asking if I were going to come by anytime to perform or drink. I reminded him my band broke up and he continued to persist that I come to perform, even if it be me just doing covers. He offered me two-hundred dollars, which seemed pretty good for a thirty-minute drive and a few songs for people who were too fucked to really comprehend anything. I knew it was a sketchy place, and I knew they did drugs there too and Phillip was kind of a pervert but he'd always been nice to me and playing shows there had made me a lot of money. We set the date for another show of just me doing some singles I'd written outside of Collide With The Sky and afterward, I felt kind of motivated so I went back to animating.