Day 26: What Is Her Game?
With what was now a literal game changer at play, I was interested in how the rest of the band would respond to Pete’s new romantic relationship. Would they treat him differently? Tease him? Display their joy? Or perhaps shun him all together? Those questions would have to wait for a while, because Pete straight up passed out when he got home, and slept until three in the afternoon.
For what it’s worth, no one woke him up to ask questions about the date. In fact, it wasn’t even a topic of conversation as far as I could see. Farrah seemed to be as content with herself as possible, starting the day off with an exhilarating skinny dip, followed by a nap on a pool-side lounger.
The time before Pete woke up was fairly boring. Instruments were played, conversations were had, lunches were served. The usual. Hans tidied up like always, pausing near the end of his shift to take care of some fairly important personal business.
Eventually, Pete awoke and called Sugar the moment he got out of bed, asking her to come over. Or so I gathered when a dialogue box popped up and said “Sure! I’ll be right there!” Damn it Pete, you’re still in your pajamas. Use your head.
Of course, he had no time to bathe, or eat, or do anything, except change into some presentable clothes. Sugar had arrived, and it was time for the love to begin. Apparently, she’s a bit of an exhibitionist, because after a shy kiss at the front door, she immediately went downstairs, walked up to the rest of the band (who were in the middle of a jam session), pulled Pete toward her and started sucking his face.
Now, at this point she was about three feet from Robi. I began to brace myself for the fallout to begin. Screaming, crying, demon tongues and legions of Baphomet. Surprisingly, nothing happened, unless you count the freaky bump n’ grind that the two love birds began to partake in.
Though, it can definitely be said that Robi is not a fan of such graphic love.
Eventually, Pete and Sugar stopped dancing so that Pete could go make everyone some dinner. During that time, Ms. Bijou stood next to Robi and watched him drum. I seriously would’ve thought she was trying to telepathically murder him, if it wasn’t for the bubble that appeared above her head featuring his face (I took this to mean recognition, since Robi is a celebrity. Though, thinking about it now, it could actually have meant “Target Acquired”…)
The rest of the afternoon went on this way. Pete made some average quality mac n’ cheese, everyone took a break to go eat, then returned back downstairs for some more jamming. Even Pete joined in, slapping his base in front of Sugar while presumably making the most seductive face he could. Though, every date must end, and Sugar soon took her leave, exiting with a kiss. Coincidentally, as she left, some random dude showed up at the front door. This is how Pete greeted him.
It was another paparazzi, so Pete just left him at the front door, standing around, probably waiting for an upskirt shot or something. Whatever it is that paparazzis do. For everyone else, it was time for sleep.
The first meeting of Yoko Bijou and the rest of the band had gone better than I had envisioned. She hadn’t bitten anyone, and neither had Robi, which is always a win in my book. But, I still couldn’t convince myself that she was truly in love with Pete. There was just something about her that seemed…forced. Her insistence of dancing right next to Robi, the constant tongue on tongue action she allowed to so freely be witnessed by mere acquaintances. What was her endgame? Did she truly love my ginger bassist, or was he simply part of her nefarious plans of revenge. Or, even more disturbing, was she a Robi fanatic, using Pete to get close enough to steal a lock of the Frenchman’s hair? The mind does boggle at such questions. Questions that, hopefully sooner rather than later, will be answered.