THE TRUE LIVES OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS : DANGEROUS DAYS.

Chapter Nine.

                                               Chapter Nine -"Mikey Way, you little slut!"

By the time Holly put in an appearance in the diner (wearing another of Mikey's shirts) it was well past noon. She was shortly followed by Mikey who had an extreme case of bed-head. Holly went to sit next to Frank, who was eyeing up one of the newspapers that he'd probably stolen from a fuel stop, which was undoubtedly typical of Frank. Holly pulled out two cigarettes, one for herself, and one for Frank, who would probable bitch if she didn't. He took the cigarette from her, cracking a small grin, and lighting it, before taking a drag on it, and turned his attention to Mikey.

"Someone get laid again last night?" Frank teased the older man.
Mikey laughed. "Well at least someone in this place actually is."
"Mikey Way, you little slut!" the laugh came from behind the counter than ran the length of the main area. Gerard soon followed.
"Jesus christ, if you pair did it last night, you kept it quiet. That must be a new record for you two." Ray added. Holly gave him a death-glare.
"I know. You pair are enough to wake the dead." Gerard agreed.
"Fuck you. Jealousy much? And no, because you're all so interested, Mikey didn't get laid last night thank you-very-fucking-much. To be honest Gerard, I think we've all heard you jerking off more than once." Holly snapped, taking a drag on the lighted cigarette.
"God. Someone's a bitch today. What's up with you? Dear God, you're not on your period are you?" Frank mocked, giggling.
She flipped her brother off, and flicked away the excess ash.  "Frank. For fuck's sake. There's a kid around."
"Oh I'm sorry. I seem to be out of fucks to give." Frank shot back.
"Prick." She hissed.
"Bitch."
"Dickhead."
"Slut." He narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, because I actually get laid, I'm a fucking slut? Go get fucked Frank." She snapped. "Oh, and you can fuck off if you think you're getting any fags off me." She added, before leaving them in a silence. It wasn't like her to get pissed off so easily. The stress was getting to her, she was thinking too much.