Rebekah and Levi
Rebekah's eyes were half closed as the make up woman brushed over her eyes with a light dust of glitter. She opened her eyes slowly and looked in the mirror, to find her eyes had a smokey effect, all black and sparkling slightly in the lights. Her lips were glossed lightly, and her skin was almost glowing golden. Her hair had the front sections twisted and pinned back, and the rest was loosely curled, with hair extensions, so the curls cascaded down her bare back.
She stood up, balancing on her pencil thin black heels, with ties that criss crossed halfway up to her knees. She wore a short black, backless satiny dress, and she tottered around delicately in her shoes, over to where she was being gestured to by the director.
Levi chuckled slightly, standing among a bunch of girls, who were cooing over his suit. Rebekah shook her head slightly and sat carefully on the bar stool in the set. The set resembled a club, kind of like The Bronze with it's layout.
"So, you'll sit here, and when he comes over," the director said, indicating one of the male models that had been hired. "You just act disinterested."
Not a problem there, Rebekah was thinking wryly. She really wasn't interested. The model smiled at her, hoping to win her over with his smile, but she simply nodded politely, and daintily crossed her ankles.
"ACTION!"
The music started and Rebekah looked at the model, smiling politely, and then starting to sing.
"I'm not the kind to pick up in a nightclub
Or give my number to a stranger
It doesn't matter if I've never seen a finer man..."
Rebekah stood up, and walked away from the model, going over to dance with a group of girls, actors posing as her friends.
"Don't think, I look at me as any better
Coz I wanna get together
But baby not for the reasons that you may be thinking of..."
"And CUT!"
The music stopped and Rebekah brushed some hair from her eyes.
"Bek, take a break for a moment, we want to get some shots of Levi and the club. You have about fifteen minutes."
Rebekah nodded and tottered off seat, heading over to Jono.
"My feet hurt."
Jonothon
"Awww, diddums."
JOnothon took her hand gently.
"I'll give yer a footrun later when this is all done."
Rebekah
Rebekah stuck her tongue out at Jono.
"Merci."
She plopped down on a stool, pulling down the skirt of her high dress.
"Shouldn't be too long, just have to do some finishing songs with Levi, then it's all good."
Jonothon
"So, not much longer then?"
Jonothon grinned at her, then leant over to kiss her lightly.
Rebekah
Rebekah kissed him back softly.
"Not too much... and what is zat look for, Mr Starsmore?"
Jonothon
"Thinking 'ow pretty you are...that's all."
Jonothon leant back in his seat, stretching his arms over his head. His spine cracked audibly.
Rebekah and Levi
Rebekah blushed and smiled slightly, then ran her hand down Jono's back.
"Bek!"
Rebekah stood up and adjusted her skirt.
"Hmmm, hopefully will not take too long."
She teetered back over, and stood with Levi, before the music started playing, and they danced suggestively with each other, then ended with Levi's arms around her waist.
"And CUT! Well done kids, that was excellent."
Levi dropped his hands from Rebekah, and scurried off to get changed so he could go out drinking with Millsy. Rebekah untied her shoes, then took them off, handing them to the wardrobe girl and walking into her changeroom.
Jonothon
Jonothon got up from his chair and went after her. A woman tried to stop him, but he just gave her the Starsmore glare and she backed off. Feeling pleased with himself, he knocked on the door.
"Yer decent, luv? Either way, can I come in?"
Rebekah
Rebekah opened the door, holding the dress over her chest.
"Not decent, but you can come in, yes."
She pulled him into the room, then closed the door, bending over slightly to rummage through her bag.
Jonothon
"So, what's the next plan of action, luv?" JOnothon asked.
He sat down in a seat, watching her with an appreciative eye.
Rebekah
"Hmm, well Levi and Millsy are going out to get drunk, but I do not sink I want to do zat, so..."
Rebekah lifted up her bra and let the top of the dress fall, standing topless for a few moments, before putting the bra on, and slipping a shirt over her head.
"It's up to you... mansion?"
Jonothon
"Hmm, wot?"
JOnothon shook his head, and refocused.
"Home sweet home it is then."
Rebekah
Rebekah pushed the dress down her hips, then lifted it up and hanging it over the chair. She stood in a shirt and a very tiny lacy black gstring, and then she went looking for her pants.
"Home. Unless you felt like getting drunk again."
Jonothon
"S'pose the question is, do yer want to have me snockered?" Jonothon asked.
"Seeing as you'll be the one have to deal with it and all."
Rebekah
"Aha! Pants!"
Rebekah triumphantly fished her jeans from the bag.
"Oh well... it is up to you. I do not really mind if you do."
Jonothon
"I dunno..."
Jonothon looked thoughtful.
"Don't want to hang out wiv yer mates a bit more?"
Rebekah
"Hmm, spend more time with Levi and Millsy... keep my sanity. It's a touch choice, but let's go home."
Rebekah put her pants on and started the task of taking the hair extension out. She lay it carefully on the table, then glanced at herself in the mirror.
"Ok, I'll have to go home looking like a hooker. I can shower at the mansion."
Jonothon
"How are we getting home? Dem or that brother of Levi's?" JOnothon asked.
He got up out of his seat.
Rebekah
"Jules."
Jules appeared suddenly and looked at Rebekah, then grinned.
"Shut up, I know."
"Didn't say a word, baby sister. You ready? Hey Jono."
"Ready."
Rebekah slung her bag over her shoulder and took Jules's hand in one, then Jono's in the other.
Jonothon
"Hey."
Jonothon nodded briefly at Jules and waited for the sickening lurch of dislocation that accompanied teleportation. This was probably one of the only reasons he was glad he didn't have a digestive system anymore.
Rebekah
Jules deposited them at the mansion, then hugged Rebekah briefly.
"Stay in touch, baby sis."
"I will."
He saluted and disappeared.
"Ugh, feeling a little queasy," Rebekah commented.
Jonothon
"Tell me bout it. How the 'ell do 'porters do it all the time?"
Jonothon frowned and concentrated on making the sick feeling go away.
Rebekah
"No idea, I should be used to it, the amount of times Jules has had to come and get Levi and me from somewhere, but you know... I don't."
Rebekah rubbed her stomach gently.
Jonothon
"Guess you'll be wanting to catch that shower, hey?" Jonothon said.
Rebekah
"Might be an idea, oui."
Rebekah kissed his cheek.
"Unless you like me looking like a whore."
Jonothon
"Yer always look beautiful to me, but I think it's bothering you."
Jonothon kissed her softly.
"Go shower."
Rebekah
"Yes, master."
Rebekah smiled and headed off to the shower.
Ten minutes later, she was showered, and dressed in baggy sweat pants and a singlet, and she headed up to Jono's room.
Jonothon
Jonothon tuned his guitar by ear, cradling it in his lap. Once he was certain it was in tune, he started to play.
"Never saw you standing there
Until you were by my side
And I'm thanking god
You didn't hide
Because there's somethings
I can't say, less I'm singing them to you
And I can't say them straight out
Things like, I love you, I adore you, you're my reason for being
I can't say them way out so I'm singing them for you..."
Rebekah
Rebekah stopped outside his door as she heard him singing, then raised her hand and knocked.
"Jono? Can I come in?"
Jonothon
"Door's always open for yer, luv."
Jonothon scratched his head as he tried to figure out what came next in the song.
Rebekah
Rebekah opened the door and walked inside.
"Hey," she greeted softly, before going to lay on the bed.
Jonothon
"Tired? Have a bit of a kip," Jonothon suggested.
"I'm just working on a song at the moment...and my muse is laughing at me, I'm sure."
Rebekah
"Not tired, just sore feet."
Rebekah rolled onto her stomach and watched him.
"I doubt your muse is laughing at you, all of your songs always turn out really well. Which reminds me, actually..."
Jonothon
"My run of creativity has failed for the moment..."
Jonothon put the guitar down then came and sat on the bed. He picked up one of her feet and started to massage it gently.
"Wot?"
Rebekah
"Oh that's feels nice, merci..."
Rebekah smiled slightly.
"I just wanted to know if you could help me work out a tune for a new song I wrote. You play bass too, oui?"
Jonothon
"I'm a man of many talents."
Jonothon continued to massage her feet.
"I can play bass, yeah. I'll help yer with wotever, luv."
Rebekah
"Ahh," Rebekah sighed in contentment.
"Merci. My inspiration seems to have gone down the toilet as well. Ugh, did you see the song that Millsy and I have to sing together? Holden is an ass."
Jonothon
"Can I hurt them both?" Jonothon asked.
"If Millsy puts one finger out of line..."
Rebekah
Rebekah smiled and sat up, leaning over to kiss Jono.
"Holden, you can hurt, but not Millsy, as he is kinda my friend. Besides, Millsy and I could never be interested in each other. It'd be too weird. Almost as gross as me and Levi. Bleugh."
Jonothon
"Fine, won't hurt Millsy."
Jonothon kissed her gently.
"Feet feeling better?"
Rebekah
"Oui, merci."
Rebekah kissed Jono back softly.
"How's the song going?"
Jonothon
"I'll work on it tomorrow..."
Jonothon kissed her deeply.
Rebekah
Rebekah kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Sounds good to me."
Jonothon
Jonothon smiled and kissed her gently as his fingers slowly undressed her. No more needs to be said.