PART ONE: SUMMER 1989
Chapter Two: A Night Out
"So, this is the new hangout, huh?"
Pizzazz pulled herself up onto a bar stool, ordering a drink and eying
the place with a critical gaze. "It's not bad. Not the best joint in
but still, it'll do for tonight."
"The music's bloody awful." Jetta pulled a face. "Never 'eard of them,
"Couldn't care less if I had. I'm not here to sign them." The singer
smirked. "Could you imagine it, though? Trying to market the sound of a
cat being put through a guitar?"
"'Ere, gimme the cat an' I'll do it for free." Jetta laughed. "Bloody
'opeless. 'Ere, what about bringin' the girls down 'ere one night an'
some real rock an' roll, huh?"
"Guess it mightn't hurt." Pizzazz looked approving. "Might do that.
After all, looks like they'll need it...unless they wanna drive the
"Well, if it gets that bad, there's always Le Klub Kool." Jetta
shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "The decor ain't bad."
"Nor is the scenery." Pizzazz cast a glance around the dancing mass of
people, her gaze lingering for a moment on one or two. "Though I don't
you're even looking, are ya?"
"I can window shop." Jetta said with a shrug. "An' noone ever said this
thing with Justin were any kind of monogamous relationship. It's jus' a
fling, for the last time. I'm still open to see whoever, whenever."
"So you keep saying." Pizzazz raised an eyebrow. "But, since you came
back from that night in New York when he first talked you into bed, you
haven't exactly proven your word. How about tonight you do, huh? How
about we find a couple of cute guys and you damn well prove you're not
tied to this zero!"
"What? Scared?" Pizzazz taunted her. "Or are you more hooked on
whatever games Justin plays than you like to admit, huh?"
"Fine, whatever!" Jetta's pride rose at this. "I was just gonna
complain about your taste in men, that's all! Of course I'm damn well
up for it!
I told you, Justin an' I are jus' casual. Nothin' more!"
"Okay." Pizzazz paused, scanning the crowd. Then she nodded her head
towards a young man in his mid twenties who was standing by the
speakers. "Try him. He's tall, dark, handsome and probably a few
thousand other stereotypes.
Put your money where your mouth is, and go get him."
"Fine." Jetta snapped, banging her drink down on the bar and getting to
her feet. "But before I go anywhere, I'm choosing for you! I ain't
stuck with one of your braindead choices all night if you ain't playing
share of the game too!"
"Go on then. Shoot. I'm not scared." Pizzazz folded her arms. Jetta
scowled, then pursed her lips, looking around her.
"Okay. Him, by the exit door." She said finally. "The tall guy, with
the tattoo. 'E looks about your speed."
"Consider it done." Pizzazz said flippantly, slipping off her stool.
"You got ten minutes, and you gotta get him back here. But it only
he buys you a drink, remember that!"
"Okay, okay, I know the rules!" Jetta snapped. They had played this
game before, many times, but that had been before Jetta had met Justin
and despite herself she balked inside at the idea of betraying him.
Though they had
never discussed the issues of monogamy or commitment, she knew he would
be none too amused if he found out she had been chatting up a total
in some nightclub across town.
"Oh, screw 'im." She muttered. "This is my night out, I deserve to 'ave
fun. And, dammit, I ain't letting Pizzazz win this time!"
The sound of his voice made her stop dead and she muttered a curse,
turning on her heel to face him. Pride or no pride, she could hardly go
another guy in front of his nose.
"I didn't know you were 'ere tonight." She murmured.
"Nor did I till half an hour ago, when the guys in the apartment below
invited me down." Justin cast her a grin. "Something wrong? You not
to see me or something?"
"Mm...not that. I'm...'ere with Pizzazz." Jetta said slowly. Justin
"Let me guess, she's dared you to snare some guy, you got all hot under
the collar and agreed, and now I've kinda sprung you." He said with a
grin. Jetta looked startled.
"Don't bloody do that, it's uncanny! I don't like my mind bein' read!"
She exclaimed. Justin laughed.
"Look, I won't stick around...but really, I'd be most grateful if you
didn't go off to some other guy's bedsit tonight, whatever Pizzazz
dares you. After all, I know you're capable of independant thought when
you want to be."
"Oh, stop bein' a git, of course I ain't goin' to leave with some other
guy!" Jetta exclaimed. "I was jus' gonna get him to buy me a drink.
That's the game. Nowt else. It's not like we're monogamous or nothin'"
"Mm, okay. Go ask him." Justin put his hands on her shoulder, then,
without warning, he kissed her gently. "Just keep that in mind when you
that it's only a silly bet, nothing else. Okay?"
"Oh, you..." Jetta groaned, hitting him on the chest. "You know full
well that when you do that I can't think about nothin' else! Get out of
me face, will you? I'll lose the bloody game, jus' leave me alone!"
"I love you too." Justin said playfully, and she rolled her eyes.
"Later." Was all she said, however. "Now get lost."
"Well?" Pizzazz was already at the bar when she returned, drink in hand
and the young man from the door at her elbow. "Alone?"
"You know who showed up." Jetta said darkly. "Can 'ardly do it in front
of 'is bloody nose."
"I knew you couldn't do this. I knew you'd gone soft." Pizzazz narrowed
her eyes accusingly. "Some Misfit you are!"
"Oh, can it." Jetta picked up the remains of her drink, downing it in
one. "Least I got a kiss out of tonight, which I bet is more'n you'll
get. Your 'bet' jus' wandered off after some blond silicon bimbette!"
"He's a loser anyway. The deal was the drink, he did it, you lose."
Pizzazz shrugged, but inside she felt hollow. Her aim had been to drive
between Jetta and Justin, but in the end she had failed. Even though
had won the game, she knew she had lost. More perceptive than many
realised, she was well aware that tonight's events had proven once and
all that Jetta was some way towards being in love with Justin, and
she had no intention of letting him go.
She finished her own drink, then ordered another.
"The guys here are all creeps anyway. One tried to grab me as I went
past, talk about cheap moves." She remarked.
"Well, screw em all." Jetta shrugged. "They can go to hell, the lot of
"I'll drink to that." Pizzazz looked amused. "What, Justin and all?"
"I'm not gonna argue over him tonight with you." Jetta refused to be
roused. "So drink, for heaven's sake, then lets go find some fun
elsewhere. We got a long time till the morning comes!"