Tra la ha ha...

[perididdle]

"Is that the prison?" Trey hissed at Aianna, peering at the building in the slight distance. Aia glanced at him.

"Yes, Trey. The building over there is the same one we spied on yesterday," She rolled her eyes and tugged back on her stallion's reins. The Gypsy Vanner snorted and shook his head, pricking his ears towards a few horses that were being lead to the stables.

"So...we just..walk in?"

"Pretty much. Morca says that they take visitors for prisoners, and that around now Justin is gone, so security should be fairly shitty."

"Sounds fun," Trey tiled his head, " You know, I've never seen this Garner up close. Is he..."

"No," Aia said, deadpan, and nudged Lucky, her mount, forward. Trey pouted.

"C'mon, you've seen him, and Vix isn't the only smexy one on your mind, and you have to have some opinion-"

"No."

"Aia, you're no fair!"

~*~*~*~*~

Aianna peered through the small window that the prison offered next to the door. She saw only one man in the front room, and it certainly wasn't Justin. With a 'shhh' gesture in Trey's direction, she opened the door and slunk forward. Perhaps she didn't date guys, but she still knew how to get their attention.

"Hey, mister," Aia said, getting the man to look up. He raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, hey..." The man blinked when Aianna leaned forward, but after a quick downward glance, smirked.

"Gareth..."Aia read the small name badge slowly. She was purposely trying to do this as shoddily as possible, just to see if the guard was as easy as he looked. "Nice. I'm...Dutchess."

"Uh huh..." Aianna had to force back a giggle at the man's dumbfoundedness.

"I have a friend I wanna visit here. You think I could just go back to her cell?"

"Well," Gareth swallowed. "We kinda...have to..." Aia raised an eyebrow. "We have to bring her up here."

She pouted slightly. "Aww, but…you know Justin's rule is stupid. 'Sides," Aia leaned forward even more and whispered, "It'll be just between us."

There was a strangled sound from the guard, and Aia grinned as she pulled back. Gareth was reaching for his keys. "Who do you want to see?"

"Trisha Evans," Aianna rested her elbow on the counter and set her chin in her palm. Gareth paused and glanced at her.

"Her guard took her earlier," he said slowly, as if something was struggling to register in his pathetic mind. "She's not here."

"Oh..." Aia watched Gareth as reached for a folder and started flipping through it quickly. "When will she be back?"

"I don't know," The guard growled. "Hell, Justin'll kill us all."

"Huh..." Aianna frowned for a moment, then her eyes went wide, realizing what must've happened…she knew Trish well enough that it almost hurt to realize how they'd ignored the most dangerous equation involving that girl. Why hadn't they figured it out earlier?

Trish...plus cute guy with any power...in a locked space...

"Shit..." Gareth muttered.

"You can say that again," Aianna ran her hands through her hair, spun on her heel, and stalked out of the building, slamming the door behind her.

Well...it's a lil crappy. I wrote it on the plane ride from NYC to Chicago, and didn't make many changes as I typed it up.

The major problem with it is that it has to go AFTER the lurvely section Lisha is writing...and that set up is a little awkward.

Hmmmsies...


JONATHAN
Stop the clock - Take time out
Time to regroup before you lose the bout
Freeze the frame - Back it up
Time to refocus before they wrap it up

Years are getting shorter
Lines on your face are getting longer
Feel like you're treading water
But the riptide's getting stronger

Don't panic, don't jump ship
Can't fight it, like taxes
At least it happens only once in your life

They're singing, "Happy Birthday"
You just wanna lay down and cry
Not just another birthday, it's 30/90

Why can't you stay 29
Hell, you still feel like you're 22
Turn thirty 1990
Bang! You're dead,
What can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?

MICHAEL
Clear the runway - Make another pass
Try one more approach before you're out of gas

JONATHAN
Friends are getting fatter
Hairs on you head are getting thinner
Feel like a clean up batter
On a team that ain't a winner?

MICHAEL
Don't freak out, don't strike out
Can't fight it, like City Hall

JONATHAN
At least you're not alone
Your friends are there too
They're singing, "Happy Birthday"

JONATHAN and MICHAEL
You just wish you could run away

JONATHAN
Who cares about a birthday?
But 30/90, hey

Can't you be optimistic?
You're no longer the ingenue
Turn thirty, 1990
Boom! You're passe

JONATHAN and MICHAEL
What can you do?

JONATHAN
What can you do?
What can you do?

Peter Pan and Tinkerbell
Which way to Never Never Land?
Emerald City's gone to hell
Since the wizard

ALL
Blew off his command

JONATHAN
On the streets you hear the voices
Lost children, crocodiles
But you're not into
Making choices, wicked witches,
Poppy fields, or men behind the curtain
Tiger lilies, ruby slippers

ALL
Clock is ticking, that's for certain

JONATHAN
They're singing, "Happy Birthday"
I just wish it all were a dream
It feels much more like doomsday
Fuck
ALL
30/90

JONATHAN
Seems like I'm in for a twister
I don't see a rainbow, do you?

ALL
Turn 30 in the 90's

JONATHAN
Into my hands now
The ball has passed
I want the spoils, but not too fast

The world is calling
It's now or Neverland
Why can't I stay a child forever
and
30/90
30/90
30/90
30/90
30/90
30/90
What can I do?

ALL
What can I do?

First song in 'Tick, Tick...BOOM!' written by the one and only Jonathan Larson, before he wrote RENT. I'm slowly falling in love with that song...that and two lovely numbers called 'Johnny Can't Decide' and 'No More'. 'Green Green Dress' just amuses me to end, as does 'Sunday' just for the line..."Brunch/Sunday/In the blue, silver chromium diner..."

-Maddsies