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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[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.