The wind whipped his dreadlocks into his sensitive eyes; Acey was thoroughly agitated. Joey had been sitting on the sofa thirty minutes ago (for that was how long Acey had been waiting), and the disgruntled man hoped his fellow guitarist had taken his leave and gone upstairs. Acey was fervently looking forward to another beer, the television, and a warm blanket on the couch. He shook his head in contempt. Muttering obscene words and phrases at his tardy bandmates, he tossed the crushed aluminum into a trash barrel, then made his way lightly up the steps of the band's tour bus to claim his coveted relaxation.

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Joey had peeled away Wednesday's jacket and now worked his fingers hastily on the buttons of his friend's shirt. Likewise Wednesday was fumbling with the fishnets Joey had inconveniently worn under his t-shirt. After the couple had knocked heads at least twice, Joey stopped his fumbling and kissed Wednesday hard on the mouth.  "Let's just get a fucking pair of scissors," he said.

Wednesday smiled. "I have a better idea." With that he ripped the fishnet shirt down the front, displaying pale flesh to his greedy eyes. "That good?"

Joey kissed him again, lips demanding. "My turn." He grasped Wednesday's collar and prepared to rip. His action was halted abruptly by a soft footstep near the door.

Acey stood mute, half through the door as it hung wide open. Wednesday and Joey looked and him, and then looked at each other.

"Shit."
Part Two
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