Blood Sugar

Part Sixty-Six: Positive Mental Octopus

My jaw droppedd as I walked into the big hall of the old factory with John by my side. The wall that was facing us was covered with a huge poster. It had a big octopus on it, the Chili Peppers asterisk and the writing "Greenie is the man" on it. It looked beautiful. And the stage before it was full of confetti. Red and black balloons hanging from the ceiling.

I turned around to the guys.  "Wow, this looks absolutely amazing. Great job", I said and smiled from ear to ear. Everybody looked to John, expecting some sort of reaction. He just looked around the place and finally fixed his eyes on the poster. "Well.. I don't know what to say. This is just so fucking cool. Damn you guys. And who made this insane poster? It's mental.. I love it."

Flea and Tony chuckled. "Whoa we feared you hated it for a second", Tony said. "No way man", John responded. "Hanky created the poster by the way. We thought the octopus fit you. And it actually has a name. We called it positive mental octopus", Flea said. "Mental.. that's the right word." "Just as you put it Johnny", Ant said.

"I'm so gonna get that tattooed. Is Hanky around tonight? The octopus is gonna be our tour mascot", John said and the guys started laughing. "The positive mental octopus tour.. has a ring to it, right?", Flea said and nodded. "It fucking does. Let's fucking do this. We should go see Henk together. Imma get myself one of those wet and leggy beasts tattooed, too", Chad said to John and caused everybody to laugh.

"Now let's blast some fucking music and start this goddamn party altogether", Flea shouted and ran off. He came back with a speaker in his hands and didn't hesitate to use it. "Everybody come on over. Our friend Johnny's having a fucking huge birthday bash. Let's trash this fucking place. The festivities are open", he said and threw the speaker to the ground, causing it to make a horrible squeaky sound. I wanted to hit him for doing that but he was already running around the place like a monkey and up to the small installed counter. "Drinks on the house", he shouted and we all went up to let him mix the most terrible cocktails I'd ever had.

"This one's called 'Tropical Pussyhorse'", he said and handed a blue-ish colored drink to me. "Thanks, I do feel very special", I said and took it. I clicked glasses with John who had a nice bright red 'Mental Octopus' in his hands. Clearly, nobody enjoyed what Flea cut together. But we were too drunk to care.

Everybody cheered when Chris arrived.. because he was the DJ and he was damn good at it. If you had a party, you'd always call up Chris to take care of the music. He really felt the vibe of the crowd and knew exactly what to play and when to play it.

So the place slowly filled up and I clapped my hands when I saw Lara coming. I didn't like it that she was coming with Rio and Keanu though. But was happy anyways. "You guys, soo lovely to have you. But I must say.. you totally missed out the best part when we were having loads of champagne in this pink limo. Time of my life", I said and chuckled. Rio flipped me the bird. "Girl, you're coco." "Yeah.. had a tadbit too much of that champgne?", L asked and grinned. 

"Oh fuck off, just 'cause I'm happy", I said. "Haha no worries, I like my girl this way", she said, swung her arm around me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Coco girls have more fun", she added. "True that", Rio said and raised his eyebrows. "You're excluded. You're a neuter", L said and started laughing. "Well thanks", Rio answered. "Ha! I knew it", Keanu said. Rio pointed his middle finger into our faces. "I'm out, morons. I'll go hang with my neuter friends." "Whatever", L, Keanu and me said in chorus, looked at each other and laughed some more.

I walked up to Flea and shouted "Flea, one more 'Tropical Pussyhorse', pa-lease." Then I felt an arm around my shoulders. "Did I just hear 'Pussyhorse'?" I turned around. My goodness.. Gibby. "Geez, Gibby. You fucking scared the shit out of me", I said and rolled my eyes. He started smelling my hair and it was uncomfortable as fuck. "Are you actually using a new conditioner? I thought you were so keen about that other one? You didn't lie to me, did you?" I tried to move my head away from him as far as I could but my body was still in his grip. "Um.. no.. I didn't lie. It's just.. um.. I'm using John's conditioner lately." He started nodding heavily which made my body bounce, too. "Yeah, I see. Smells nice, though. Anyway, have a bloody good night", he said and walked off.

I noticed L and Rio looking up to me, cracking up as they saw me looking over. I rolled my eyes at them. These schmucks didn't feel the need to save me. That's what you call friends.

As I decided to walk out, I saw the face of a girl I least wanted to see that night. Helen. Damn. She still had the nerves to show up. And how she showed up. She was wearing a leo skirt, a fucking Velvet Underground shirt and black boots. I didn't have to think hard to know that she was totally copying my style. I really, really wanted to ignore her. Let others take the part of throwing her ass out. But she already saw me and walked up to me with a spiteful look on her face. I closed my eyes and breathed deep.

When I opened them again, L built herself up between us. "Lolita, is your name on the list?", she asked her. Helen raised her eyebrows and looked annoyed. "I didn't know about a list." "Yeah, right, because you're not on it. NOT INVITED. Hear me? Now do me a favour and fuck off, will you?", L said, and damn did she look dangerous. I'd shit my pants if I was in Helen's place. But that cunning bitch didn't have enough yet. She laughed at her gloomily. "Ha, I don't think you're the one to decide. It's John's birthday party after all."

And as if someone called his name real loud, he was right there by my side and put his arm around me. "If I need to make it this clear. Your ass is not invited. Your ass is never invited. Ever. I thought I made you understand last time. You annoy the shit out of me. I don't ever wanna see you again. Now, get the hell outta here", John spat into her face and left her standing there with her mouth open. 

"Leave", John repeated, this time getting a slight bit louder. She pursed her lips and turned around. "I'm too good for you anyway", she said. L started laughing but I didn't feel like laughing yet. I grabbed some courage and shouted after her: "Leo makes you look like a hooker." And now I made everyone around laugh and her to finally rush away. To have gotten rid of that girl once and for all was just another relief that made this whole party even better than before.