Erotic Fiction

At lunch, I got a call from one of my band members. He told me that the drummer finally was released from jail after a giant apology from the police, who had finally realized that he was too incompetant to have been the attempted assasin. They waived his fine in exchange for him not suing them for being idiots, and is back out, hoping to get a party going.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing him again. How about at my place, or at the Nun?” I said to Louis, the guitarist. He said it was a great idea, that he still had the key I gave him, on the offchance I locked myself out. “Meet me there at 7, I have to introduce you to my roomate. He’s also in.. Our line of work.”
“Great. I’ll bring the booze, you bring the munchies, and I’ll call John and Dipshit now.” He said, and I hung up.
“We’ve got company coming over this evening. A party to celebrate Brad getting out of the slammer for something he didn’t do.”
“Brad?”
“My drummer. He was arrested for being the suspect in the ministry assasination attempt.”
“Oh, shit. You mean the one that happened the night you found me?”
“Yes. That one, and I suggest you not let him know what the truth behind the matter on this is, because he’s a pretty excitable individual. He might get the notion that he can kick your ass.” Loni laughed at that, drinking some soda to quiet himself.
“We’re going to have to pick up some snacks on the way home, those guys like to raid my fridge if I don’t have chips and crap laying out.” I shook my head, remembering the last time the guys came over.
“Do they know what a flaming fag you are?”
“No, I really don’t think they’re ready to handle that sort of news. For tonight, we’re just roomates. And anyway, these guys wouldn’t really care anyway. I just think they’d be far too shocked to be appreciative of this thing we’ve got going.”
“Relationship?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Well, how would you describe it? We sleep together, we went on a date, we fuck like rabbits. That’d be a relationship. A pretty damn close one, at that.”
“I don’t have relationships. Especially with guys. I’m straight, bi at best, you’re just a fluke,” I said, and then whispered, “and I’m not going to admit it personally or publically that you’re right.”
He laughed. “You’re such a pansy when it comes to feelings, Al. You love me and you know it.”
“Love? Loni, do you realize I don’t know what love is? I’ve never in my days on this planet, been loved, or have had love, or felt it? I don’t know the first thing about love.”
“Well, That’d be why you’re in denial.” He shrugged and looked out the window “I wonder if I could kill people by spitting out this window. We’re pretty far up.”
“if the velocity of the spit doesn’t kill them, the smell of it would.” I chided. He threw his empty soda bottle at me.

We got home around 6:30 and Louis was already there with Brad. Loni immediately introduced himself in the most flagrantly egotistical way possible. I rolled my eyes as he chummed it up with Dipshit, our bassist. I sat down and welcomed Brad back.
“So what happened while I was locked up? Anything new and exciting?” Asked Brad. I shrugged “Got a roomate. He’s part of the rebellion in a pretty big way. He’s laying low right now, though, he has people thinking he’s the downtown rapist.”
“That sucks ass. I don’t know who’d be such an ass as to kill all those lovely ladies, but I gotta give him props for bagging them all.” I laughed “Yeah, the only waste is a good waste, though.”
“You got that right.” Chuckled Brad.
Appolonious looked over at me as he was explaining to Dipshit, “Oh yeah, Me and him got to be really good pals, He’s the reason I’m still alive. Shit, if he didn’t find me dumped in the ally, I would have been a goner for sure!” I stared Loni down and sighed “Well, I suppose that’s true, but you were in bad shape and I was feeling generous. Usually I just leave dying people for dead.” And took a swig of beer. The guys chuckled and Loni shook his head.
“Anyway guys, I want to make a toast.” I said, raising my glass. “Here’s to finally being back together and hopes for a reunion tour!” and took another swig. They all cheered and drank from their glasses and bottles.
“We need some new material. Our old stuff really doesn’t work anymore, and covers are overdone.” John said. I nodded “I have been working on some new stuff with Loni here, he’s been a real help. I completely refined my style. Anyone feel up for a listen?”
John immediately sat up “sure! Go for it, Alex. You’ve got my attention.” The other guys agreed, and I walked to the synth, turning it on and pressed a button. A song I composed came on, it was gritty and dark, fast paced and full of raw emotion. The guys sat and listened, impressed. Dipshit went into his world, playing his air bass, trying to figure out the best way for him to add to the song. I could see John thinking up lyrics, and Bruce nodded his head to the beat. I listened and realized I would have to fix a couple parts to make it right, but after the song was done, the group of people clapped. I chuckled and took a playful bow. “Yeah yeah, I’ll be here all week. What did you think?”
“Needs some tightening up about two minutes in, but it’s fucking awesome. You really improved, Alex!” Said John. “Do you have any idea for the theme I should go for in the lyrics?”
“Destruction of self.”
“That’s a good one. We haven’t had one of those for a couple years, I’ll see what I can do. Fix me up a copy of what you have now and I’ll see if I can’t make a song out of it.”
“Yeah, sign me up for one of those copies, too.” Said Dipshit. He grinned stupidly. I started making minidisks of it for them.
“You guys are the best band. I figure I’ll work on a couple more songs and be done with them by the end of the month, and by that time, we’ll have our first gig set up. We can do old material for that.”

For hours, we just sat around, shooting the shit and listening to each other’s stories of the last few months. Finally, Brad asked “So really, Alexia, other than this bozo, what else is new?”
“Not really much.” I wasn’t lying. “Same shit at the firm, and never a steady woman. They must all be braindead or something.”
“That would be a good guess, Alex. They tend to be bitches if you aren’t stacked with c-notes.”
“I’d love to talk about it, but I’d rather talk about going to bed. Sorry to kick you guys out so early.”
“Dude, what time is it?”
“2 in the morning by my watch.” Said Brad. “Whoa, sorry to keep you up this late, Al.”
“Oh, no big deal, I’m just glad to see all my friends in the same room again.” I smiled warmly at them all. “But get out.” They all laughed. Ten minutes later, Loni and I were alone again.
“Well, they were pretty cool, but what’s with Dipshit’s nickname?”
“Other than the fact he’s a dipshit? Not much. He does the stupidest things imaginable, he makes Brad look good.”
“Ah. Well. I take it you’re tired. Let’s head off to bed.”
“Nah, I just didn’t want them to pry into my life. I do that a lot, they’ve come to expect it of me.”
“Why so secretive? You should be able to be yourself around your band.”
“Gee, I don’t know, there just seems to be something wrong with telling people about my sordid little affairs with people of both genders right now. I don’t think they’d approve.”
“Good point. So, what do you want to do?”
“Right now? Drink the rest of this six pack and pass out on the couch. Want to help?”
“Oh come on, there’s 4 left, two for each of us? That’s barely a challenge.”
“Fine, I get the six pack, you get the rest of the hard stuff.” And we did just as I had planned.