SuperNintendo Geek Girls

Enter Etna

ENTER ETNA

“Stooop Benny!” Whined Etna, pulling Benny’s fat arm above the sheets to monitor it. He tried to pull her close, but Etna resisted, clenching on his arm, “look, your tattoo is leaking…”

“That happens when I get heated like this,” the spiky incantations streaming down his forearm was less stable in its form, looking more blotchy and dripping down the side of his arm, “it’ll soak back up, don’t worry, just come closer to me—” he pulled her closer, but she resisted—

“STOP!” She pushed him away and moved to the edge of the bed.

“What’s your problem?” He said softly. When he didn’t get an answer, he kicked Etna, nearly making her fall off. Before she could retaliate however, she was pulled into his arms again, her face pressed upon his hairy tit, but again she forcefully shoved him, “stop!” slapping him when her arms were free, “nothing’s wrong with me.” She could only get a few strikes before he grabbed her arm and calmly said, “you’re gonna stop hitting me. You’re gonna stop hitting me,” he let go.

Etna threw off the covers to get out of bed and smooth down her huge “BLEACH” t-shirt with a skull in the back and a samurai in the front. Benny had recovered the bed with the comforters, but the sexified stink of shadows and imp-like insects had already fluttered into the stuffy atmosphere of Etna’s room. Etna was warned not to do the dirty with a hex, as the after-smell of rotten fish was too painful to make the pleasure worthwhile. Yet Etna considered herself no different, delving into the morality of witchcraft, stealing, narcotics and other romances with selfish, darwinian magicks. And planned on getting the tats to finalize her entrance into such a genre.

“That girl’s a freak sometimes…” said Etna, “calling 1 o’ clock at night?”

As Etna sat back down, Benny got out of bed with his pants already on, “this is about some phone call you got, didn’t I tell you to just hang up?” He knew there would be no more treats tonight in Etna’s room.

Etna looked at Benny, then looked into the distance and shook her head, “Wish she hadn’t called,” she whispered.

Benny approached the near-empty bookshelf he had thrust his liter upon earlier, but in reclaiming his item he came across a book he did not expect to find in the house, you got a bible in your room? Are you the closet catholic or—”

“It’s just a present a friend gave me,”Etna defended, “she’s a jesus freak.”

“Wha’ yo’ want me to do with it?”

“Put it back on the bookshelf, what else you gonna do with it? It’s my present.”

He puts the book upon the shelf or else he gets no puss to pelt.

“She’s one of THOSE girls, ya know?”

He lit up a cigarette, coming back to the bed, “yea, my brotha’s one of THOSE boys… Good for him,” he tossed the lite on the dresser, “What about that other girl that was here last time?”

Etna’s gazing at Benny’s fire-glowing tattoos was dispelled as the thoughts of the other girl made her cringe her eyebrows, “Can we not talk about her?”

“What was her name, Alice?” He nodded, looking off in the distance, blowing smoke, “She was coo’, you should invite her again. She’s a bit crazy though.”

Etna was getting pissed off that he wasn’t listening to her, and the room still stunk; Etna couldn’t stand the smell, it soured into the stench of woeful ham left out of the fridge for days. She was deeply beginning to regret ever even meeting him— she didn’t mind introducing this “street pharmacist” to her older sister Teno and convincing her to make Benny her new street vendor of delights, but Etna herself couldn’t stand him, despite him being a nice bad guy. She did admire how his spiky tattoos glowed fiery red every time he took a puff of his cigarette.