Women Seem Wicked

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

Lily is never truly alone. The cacophony is constant. Other voices from distances both far and near fill her head. Knowledge of places and things random. To the discordance, there is no order. Nor is there ever silence. At the best of times, she manages to suppress the noise to nearly a whisper. At the worst of times, the flood gates burst open and reduce her to tears.

The rest of the time? She grooves.

The Doors can improve just about any situation. The volume is cranked as far as it'll go. The headphones are larger than life. The record is spinning smoothly. There is nothing to be heard beyond the mind numbingly good music of Morrison, Manzarek, Densmore, and Krieger. The base is enough to shake the walls.

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[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

Jeez, The Doors. Figures Lilith would be into that kinda thing - crazy drugged-out hippies. Yeah, they had some good tunes, but c'mon. They're no Zeppelin.

Still, it's kinda neat to see her shakin' off the bad vibes and spookiness and letting loose.

See how long it takes for her to notice the guy leaning against the doorframe. He's still in the yellow suit, so it probably won't be long now...

Wow. He hasn't seen a skirt that short in a long time. Donna could stand to take fashion tips from Lil.

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

It doesn't take her long at all. He sticks out like a sore thumb. There isn't so much as a pause in the swing of her hips as she sticks out a hand to shoe him away.

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

Wally just grins.

"What? When I first met you, you were dancing in feathered lingerie! You saying I can't watch you dance anymore?"

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

She gives him a quizzical expression. A second later, she stops and takes off the headphones. Music blares out into the room.

"What did you say?" She has to yell to be heard.

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

He moves his lips to mouth what he just said.

As if the music is still so loud he can't be heard.

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

She picks up the needle, temporarily silencing the music.

Oh no, not amused at all. How often does she get to groove these days? Not nearly enough. "Very funny," she comments, nonplussed.

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

"I thought so," he says, arms crossed.

"Didn't this guy die of massive drug abuse?" he asks, jerking a thumb to the record player.

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

"He will." The statement is deathly serious.

There's a sigh as she places the arm back in its stand. "Did you need something? Or did you just come by to admire?"

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

Whoa... the remaining dudes are pretty old, and they've made it this far. Which one of them is gonna die?

Wait - this fortune telling crap is for the birds, anyway. Get back to being smooth, Wally.

"Actually, I thought maybe we could form a Mutual Admiration Society. I think with a little elbow grease, we can keep the membership fees manageable..."

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

Smooth, huh?

That puts a little smirk on her face. She puts the headphones down on the table next to the record player and saunters across the room. She stops just inside his personal space. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

No way.

Guh.

"We-ell, I - " damn voice crack! "Ahem. We could start with grooving to something with a bit more... oomph to it."

She... smells... good...

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

"More 'oomph'," she echoes. Her voice has a certain hypnotic quality to it. "Like... Zeppelin?"

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

She read my mind!

"Kashmir," he says, specifically. Only the best makeout song in the world.

...

Or so he's been told. DON'T THINK THAT, SHE'LL KNOW!

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

"So you thought maybe you'd give it a test drive?"

She inches closes.

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

His neck stretches a little - what IS that scent - and he's fighting to keep a casual look on his face - I could so touch one right now! If I lean forward an inch my chest would touch hers and it would be awesome -

"Come on now," he manages, somewhat slyly. "I'd never call you an 'it.' You're most definitely a 'her.'"

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

"Every. Last. Inch."

Pause. She takes a step to the rear. He'll have to continue daydreaming about how awesome it would be. The girls are now out of incidental touching reach.

"Then again, we weren't talking about me, were we? Something about 'Kashmir'."

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

Holy. Crap.

His hand is hovering slightly where her hip would've been.

Too late to touch it.

"'Kashmir' could use a spin, yeah."

Is she serious here? Finally, is it Kid Flash's moment?

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

"Use the record player."

Yup, that's definitely sarcasm there. That smile though is still on her face.

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

"Um. I only have it on CD."

Which is, of course, not really cool at all.

Neither are you, Wally.

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like we have a compatibility problem then."

Oh yes. She's definitely enjoying this far too much.

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

Wally's doing his damnedest not to look like a deer in headlights. This is officially the most she's paid attention to him in... ever.

"What, are you saying you don't have it on vinyl What does that say about your record collection?"

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

His change in tactics doesn't win him any points. She's always been a person of few possessions. "I says I'm not a fan."

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

"What? How can you not be a fan of Zeppelin? They practically invented metal!"

And he actually resorts to air guitar.

"Hey hey, mama, said the way you MOOOVE! Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove!"

Cue awesome mouth-based guitar riffs and twiddling fingers in mid-air.

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

Not the most attractive of displays. She shakes her head before reaching out with both hands to gently push him out the door.

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

And she catches him in a one-legged power-balance, and he winds up on his butt outside her door.

"Hey, now, that was supposed to make you sweat and groove!"

Thankfully, the mask covers up a little of his embarrassed blushing.

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

The door closing between them will cover her sudden laughter.

[fleet-feet.livejournal.com]

Wally rubs his eyes a little.

Then, a deep sigh as he picks himself up.

"Rackin' up the world record for strikeouts there, Flasher..." he mutters to himself as he trudges off to his room.

Then changes his mind, and trudges all the way back home to Keystone for a while.

At least people love him there.