London Harmony: Roctoberfest

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That was stupid, Kacy.   I went about brushing my hair again.  I took the time to actually put it in a braid.
    It had been a long time since I did that, or even could do it.  My hair was finally long enough to hang just past my shoulders and braid again after my ill-advised attempt to look cool with a buzz cut.  Note to all, I don't look good without hair.   The only plus was that Carol and Mick always ran their fingers through my stubble up until I had enough hair for a pageboy cut.  Which made me look like a thirteen-year-old boy with breasts.
    I checked my mobile as I took it off the charger.  I had two text messages.  One from Paya saying she'd be by in a few minutes to take me out to look at a couple flats.  And...Oooo a text from Mei.  “Thx for the talk last night.  Was fun.”  With a smiley.
    I shot back an “I had fun too.  See you tonight at O' Riley's?  Got to scope out flats today.” With a  smiley of my own, naturally.
    She shot back. “Sooo bloody bored.  Take me with?”
    Faster than I thought my fingers could move I responded, “Okay.”
    Then she responded, “Brill.  I'll be there in ten.  You said the Flotilla right?”
    I nodded.  She can't see you nod Kace.   I typed, “Yes, on the Dragon Lady.”
    Then I panicked.  Oh lord... cute, I needed to look cute!  I rummaged through my clothes and went with a pair of tight capris and a nice white blouse I tied at the waist.  I slid on my converse and looked in the mirror again. Shite.  Umm... makeup.
    I applied light makeup and lip gloss then actually put in some small hoop earrings.  I rarely wore earrings, except studs every once in a while to keep the piercings open.  I looked at my shoulder bag and then my mobile was chirping away.
    I answered, trying not to pant through my panic. “Hello?”
    She said, “Hey.  I'm here but like, which cabin are you in.  There isn't a directory or anything I can see.” I popped my head out the door five feet from her and gave her a cheesy grin as I rang off.  She paused and smiled.  “Wow, you look great.”  I blushed and looked at her as she walked up and I held the door open for her.
    Of course, she looked cute and stylish with her torn jeans and faded Amber LaLanie tour shirt that had the empty sleeve pinned to her side.  She surprised me with a quick peck on the lips as she passed by.  My blush doubled.  Come on Kace, don't be lame, say something.  “Thanks.  You look fantastic too.”
    She looked around the cabin and smiled.  “I've read about the project, but I've never been in one of the barges.  I expected, I don't know, something like the slums described in that unauthorized biography of Tabitha Romanov.  But this is bloody brill.  It's like living on a cruise ship.”
    I grinned and nodded.  I didn't know someone did a biography on Tabby Cat, I'd have to check it out.  I looked around.  “I agree, I was surprised when I moved in.  This is nicer than my bandmates flats.  I'm sad it is just temporary.”
    She stepped up to me and looked up into my eyes, I was lost in her pools of chocolate.  I felt her warm breath on my face she was that close.  It was driving me crazy.  Then she took my hand and I reached out with my other hand and snagged her belt loop.  She swung us gently side to side as she seemed to examine me, especially my eyes.
    The silence was deafening and I could hear my pulse hammering in my ears when she crinkled her nose cutely and started leaning up for a kiss.  Then eeped and we jumped apart at the knocking at my door.  We looked at each other, cracked up, and I opened the door.  Paya Doshi was there with her eyes on her pad.
    She glanced up and did a double take.  Then she gave a sly grin, “Am I interrupting?”
    I said, “No,” at the same time Mei said, “Yes.”  Then we glanced at each other and I blurted, “Yes,” as Mei said, “No.”  Paya looked about to laugh and I gave her a shrug. “Maybe?”
    She giggled like a

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