Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

allor followed. "So, like your pictures?" she asks as they wait on their drinks. She hoped he wouldn't be angry.

"Oh yeah, I'm thinking about going into the softcore porn industry now," Derek joked.

Allor laughed. "well, I made posters out of a few and hung them in my room, hope you don't mind." She said joking.

"You pervert," Derek said with a grin.

Allor shrugged. "I can't help it. You're so god d@mn sexy." she smirks.

"You're just saying that."

Allor arched an eyebrow. "Am I? How would you know? Can you read my mind?"

"'Cause I'm one ugly motherf*cker."

"Ah, but you look better than I do." Allor says taking a few sips of her drink.

"Bullshit," Derek said before taking a long draft of a beer.

Allor laughed. "Okay, we are definately no normal." She says before downing hers.

A few people started coming in the door. One of them was a newspaper reporter carrying a camera and a notepad around.

Allor gave derek a nervous look. "Newspaper reporter?" she whispered. It was obvious she didn't want the media's attention. Not since the trip to europe.

Derek shrugged. "Just try to act inconspicuous unless he comes this way," Derek said. "Ah shit." The reporter was walking in their direction.

Allor sighed before smirking. "He'll talk to you. i bet you twenty dollars." She says arching an eyebrow and showing derek the cash. "Deal?"

"Deal." Sure enough, the reporter came over to the bar and sat down right next to Derek. He asked the bartender for a virgin margarita on the rocks before turning to ask some questions. He pulled out his little notebook and cleared his throat. "Excuse me sir... Are you Derek Nix?"

"Yeah. What?" Derek said, trying to sound as mean as possible in the hopes that he would leave.

"May I ask you a few questions? I'm with the local newspaper."

"Knock yourself out."

"Alright then. Your band has just recently started to get a name for itself. Where did you get started?"

"Uh... I don't know... Playing music?"

"Hmm... Okay, next question. Do you have a name? You appeared only as 'Derek Nix and his band' on the posters around town."

Posters? This kid had put posters of them up? "Uh... Name... Right... I'm not sure about that, I have poor short-term memory. Do you remember our name?" he asked Allor.

Allor turned her back to Derek and the Reporter so they wouldn't see her left. That was the biggest sucker bet she had ever made. She turned back composed and listened.

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Allor shrugged. "Like I would know." she giving derek the death glare for turning the reporter's attention on her. "Um, how about the-punk-band-kids-hire-thinking-they'll-love-the music-but-end-up-hating-it-because-of-too-much-cussing formally known as Sh*t."

"Oh yeah, that's the one!"

"Uh... Next question then. What are your hopes for the band's future?"

"I dunno. Maybe make a few bucks once in a while. Hopes? Hopes are for whiney losers who don't want to admit that life sucks ass."