And We Dream On...

Chair and I were walking along the fringe of Soho, looking for a place to live. We wanted a flat, but we were distracted by an antique/vintage shop. Inside we found a velvet chaise lounge that we fell in love with. It was of snow tiger print with wrought iron dragon claws for feet. We bought it and carried it out between us. We put the chaise lounge down at a corner so we could go into another shop. There I unearthed a statue that I was besotted with. It was of Aphrodite stepping from the sea which borne her, only the waves were serpents, and Aphrodite could be removed to be replaced with other statues. It came with 3 other ones: the face of a woman and the body of a man; the reversed of the first one; and a headless body whose top half was of a woman, the bottom of a man. It was a stunning statue that I wanted to use as a center piece. Well, we went back out and retrieved our chaise lounge--which incredibly was still there--and we went to walk on down the street. A breeze picked up and blew a piece of paper into Chair's face. It advertised for a flat, and we decided that since our feet hurt and we weren't getting anywhere, we decided to go for it.

We stepped upto a door that was marked with the number 22, and after no one answered our knocking, we went on inside. The livingroom was furnished with an orange couch and a small wooden, circular table. There was a gorgeous fireplace along the far wall. The chaise lounge we had purchased was placed opposite the fireplace, and the statue was placed on the table. Chair sat down on the chaise lounge and kicked off her shoes, rubbing her feet while complaining under her breath. I took another look around then focused on the orange couch.

"Oh my God! Charitie! That couch! It's from the picture with the band. It's Stefan's couch!"(Fact is, we don't know if that picture was actually taken in Stefan's flat, or if it was merely a studio make-up. We decided we liked it better if we believed it was Stefan's.) Charitie just glared at me and said, "No, it's not, but it looks a hell of a lot more comfortable than this piece of garbage." She stood up, walked over to the couch, and flopped down on her back, then she screamed. I spun around and raced over to her. She was sitting up with her hand on the small of her back. After letting loose a couple of whole-hearted curses, she rummaged around between the cushions and pulled out a pewter statue.(Look closely at the mantle to see what I mean. Find Number 12. If the picture doesn't have the obvious orange couch, that means I haven't gotten around to changing it yet.) For some reason, Stefan's mantle piece was tucked away into his couch. Charitie was not in the mood to be amused, so she pulled back and threw the statue against the far wall, towards the fireplace.

At that exact moment, a door that we had both failed to notice swung open with a fury. In the doorway stood a very upset Stefan. He was wearing only a loosely tied towel at his waist. He glared at us then looked down at the statue on the floor and his face took on a stricken look. "My favourite piece! You almost broke my favourite piece!" He stumbled to the couch and began to lovingly stroke the statue. Chair was so pissed off at that point that she muttered under her breath, "Man, he needs a lay." Unfortunately, Stefan heard her and snapped back, "I just came back from one, thank you!" That was when Steve, naked as the day he was born, walked into the room. Both of our mouths dropped open, and Chair did this thing that she usually does when she's completely speechless or astounded. She put her fingertips to her lips and gaped. We glanced at each other and swung our gazes back and forth between Stefan and Steve. Steve kind of just looked at us, then looked at Stefan and started towards him. That's when the front door swung open.

Breezing his way inside was Brian, holding 3 cases of Chinese take-out. He looked at the both of them then kicked the door shut. Temper began to blaze in his eyes as he slammed the food down onto the table. "Is this why I had to go get Chinese food?" Stefan and Steve got this confused look on their faces, but Brian had had it. He stormed to the fridge, which had suddenly appeared, and rummaged through it, throwing out curses and sharp oaths at Steve all the while. Steve took it as long as he could, but when Brian spat, "And you brought a f---ing audience!" Steve exploded. Brian sent him an impressively frigid look and went into the bathroom, calmly closing the door behind him, but Steve was not to be shut out. He flung the door open and continued to scream at Brian, even though the guy was standing there in the middle of using the bathroom. Steve screamed some more until Brian sent him a look out of the corner of his eye and quietly informed, "Don't make me change the direction of the stream." Steve glared and told him that he couldn't do it. Brian responded with an evil grin, "Wanna bet on that?"

Unfortunately that's when I woke up.