Summer Daze
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Category:
G through L › Law & Order
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
16
Views:
2,876
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Law & Order, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Six
As soon as the detectives were gone, the band swung into action; changing clothes and loading equipment into their van.
“I thought we were going to rehearse before we left.” Johnny said as he helped Jarv carry their amps downstairs.
“No time.” His friend replied, “Not if were going to make it to Stelton in time to set up and still have dinner with Mom and Dad before the gig.”
They returned to the apartment just as Kai emerged from the hall, still damp from his shower and wearing camouflage cut-offs with a pair of Converse high tops. “You’re up.” He said to Jarv, “Andrew’s changing in our room.”
“Okay.” He started down the hall to the bathroom just in time to hear his sister’s voice resound from behind her bedroom door.
“God damn it, Andrew!” The door opened and a pillow flew out, nearly hitting Jarv as he passed.
He knocked on the door directly across the hall from his sister’s room. “Andrew, Summer’s pissed and I’m getting in the shower. So, hurry up.”
Kai and Johnny continued shuttling cases from the apartment to the van.
“You need to change, man?” Kai asked.
“Nah, I’m just going to wear what I’ve got on. Will we have time to drop by my mom’s and pick up my bag?”
“We’ll make time.” The bassist answered as they started down the stairs.
“What about my hair?” Johnny continued.
“I’ve got the glue in my pocket. We’ll do it on the way.”
Summer opened her door just as Andrew stepped out of her brother’s room, “You’re washing that when we get back.” She said, pointing at the pillow lying in the middle of the little hallway.
“Whatever.” He shrugged as he slung his duffle bag over his shoulder.
“Not whatever.” She replied hotly, “You are washing it, Princess.”
“It’s a kilt.” He glared at her.
Summer sat on the edge of the coffee table and put on her motorcycle boots, “I’m just glad you didn’t wear that last night. I hate it when I go somewhere and some bitch is wearing the same outfit.” She slid her backpack onto her shoulders and picked up the last guitar case.
Andrew walked out and slammed the door in her face as she tried to follow him.
“Son of a…” she muttered and called to her brother, “Jarv! Get the lead out…We’re ready to go!” At the last second she remembered Kai’s pet snake. She went back for the cage and took him down to Mrs. Kroft so that she could take care of him.
On the street, Kai, Johnny, and Andrew secured the load and played a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine who would drive.
“HEY!” they heard from above and looked up. Jarv was standing on the fire escape dripping wet and wearing nothing but a pair of flip-flops. “Don’t leave! I’m almost ready! Just give me five minutes!”
Soon they were on the road with Andrew at the wheel hitting every pothole he could find.
“God damn it, Andrew!” Kai yelled from the rear of the van after a particularly jarring bump, “Knock it off! I’m working with Superglue back here!”
“He can’t help it.” Jarv said from the front passenger seat, “It’s hard to drive in high heels, but you have to have the perfect shoes to match the dress and the purse to match the shoes. Then there’s the problem of finding the perfect ponytail holder to complete the outfit…So, stop hassling him. It isn’t easy being an ugly woman.”
Andrew gripped the steering wheel tightly and screamed, “Shut up! It is not a skirt or a dress, it is a KILT! There’s nothing wrong with wanting to show my Scottish heritage!”
Jarv moved his arms and legs as if he were trying to dance a highland fling in the confined space, “Well, Hi-Dee-Diddly-Doh!” he said in sing-song voice, “I feel a tad bit Scottish today!...
Summer laughed and patted the driver on the shoulder, “I know McKown is a Scottish name, sweetie, but you do remember that you’re adopted, right? You’re not Scottish…”
His only response was to pull the van to the side of the road, turn off the engine and fold his arms across his chest. Immediately, his band mates started shouting at him.
“Jesus!”
“What the…?”
“We have a gig tonight, moron!”
Jarv shoved his shoulder hard, “If you’re going to pout, get in the back. We don’t have time for this.”
They performed a classic “Chinese fire drill” without the benefit of a red light and Jarv muttered as he pulled the vehicle back into traffic, “What a giant wussy…learn to take a joke.”
Back at One Police Plaza, Goren and Eames made arrangements with the manager of Macy’s department store to interview female employees fitting the description Johnny Newsom had given. As she hung up the phone Alex shook her head and muttered, “A well-dressed, average height, blond working at Macy’s…This ought to be as easy as finding a needle in a needle-stack.”
“I thought we were going to rehearse before we left.” Johnny said as he helped Jarv carry their amps downstairs.
“No time.” His friend replied, “Not if were going to make it to Stelton in time to set up and still have dinner with Mom and Dad before the gig.”
They returned to the apartment just as Kai emerged from the hall, still damp from his shower and wearing camouflage cut-offs with a pair of Converse high tops. “You’re up.” He said to Jarv, “Andrew’s changing in our room.”
“Okay.” He started down the hall to the bathroom just in time to hear his sister’s voice resound from behind her bedroom door.
“God damn it, Andrew!” The door opened and a pillow flew out, nearly hitting Jarv as he passed.
He knocked on the door directly across the hall from his sister’s room. “Andrew, Summer’s pissed and I’m getting in the shower. So, hurry up.”
Kai and Johnny continued shuttling cases from the apartment to the van.
“You need to change, man?” Kai asked.
“Nah, I’m just going to wear what I’ve got on. Will we have time to drop by my mom’s and pick up my bag?”
“We’ll make time.” The bassist answered as they started down the stairs.
“What about my hair?” Johnny continued.
“I’ve got the glue in my pocket. We’ll do it on the way.”
Summer opened her door just as Andrew stepped out of her brother’s room, “You’re washing that when we get back.” She said, pointing at the pillow lying in the middle of the little hallway.
“Whatever.” He shrugged as he slung his duffle bag over his shoulder.
“Not whatever.” She replied hotly, “You are washing it, Princess.”
“It’s a kilt.” He glared at her.
Summer sat on the edge of the coffee table and put on her motorcycle boots, “I’m just glad you didn’t wear that last night. I hate it when I go somewhere and some bitch is wearing the same outfit.” She slid her backpack onto her shoulders and picked up the last guitar case.
Andrew walked out and slammed the door in her face as she tried to follow him.
“Son of a…” she muttered and called to her brother, “Jarv! Get the lead out…We’re ready to go!” At the last second she remembered Kai’s pet snake. She went back for the cage and took him down to Mrs. Kroft so that she could take care of him.
On the street, Kai, Johnny, and Andrew secured the load and played a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine who would drive.
“HEY!” they heard from above and looked up. Jarv was standing on the fire escape dripping wet and wearing nothing but a pair of flip-flops. “Don’t leave! I’m almost ready! Just give me five minutes!”
Soon they were on the road with Andrew at the wheel hitting every pothole he could find.
“God damn it, Andrew!” Kai yelled from the rear of the van after a particularly jarring bump, “Knock it off! I’m working with Superglue back here!”
“He can’t help it.” Jarv said from the front passenger seat, “It’s hard to drive in high heels, but you have to have the perfect shoes to match the dress and the purse to match the shoes. Then there’s the problem of finding the perfect ponytail holder to complete the outfit…So, stop hassling him. It isn’t easy being an ugly woman.”
Andrew gripped the steering wheel tightly and screamed, “Shut up! It is not a skirt or a dress, it is a KILT! There’s nothing wrong with wanting to show my Scottish heritage!”
Jarv moved his arms and legs as if he were trying to dance a highland fling in the confined space, “Well, Hi-Dee-Diddly-Doh!” he said in sing-song voice, “I feel a tad bit Scottish today!...
Summer laughed and patted the driver on the shoulder, “I know McKown is a Scottish name, sweetie, but you do remember that you’re adopted, right? You’re not Scottish…”
His only response was to pull the van to the side of the road, turn off the engine and fold his arms across his chest. Immediately, his band mates started shouting at him.
“Jesus!”
“What the…?”
“We have a gig tonight, moron!”
Jarv shoved his shoulder hard, “If you’re going to pout, get in the back. We don’t have time for this.”
They performed a classic “Chinese fire drill” without the benefit of a red light and Jarv muttered as he pulled the vehicle back into traffic, “What a giant wussy…learn to take a joke.”
Back at One Police Plaza, Goren and Eames made arrangements with the manager of Macy’s department store to interview female employees fitting the description Johnny Newsom had given. As she hung up the phone Alex shook her head and muttered, “A well-dressed, average height, blond working at Macy’s…This ought to be as easy as finding a needle in a needle-stack.”