WHO: Leigh, Kirley Duke WHEN: This morning WHAT: It's my sample I want to share and Laura agreed. Kirley's having an "emergency" on Leigh's day off.
Leigh really did like her job. She liked the traveling. She liked staying busy. She liked that her skills and talents made her a natural at it. She even really liked her bosses. That is... most of the time. She would admit that there were a few things she didn’t like. One of these was waking up (on her day off) to a frantic owl from Kirley Duke.
There she was a half hour later in front of her boss’ flat. All the owl had said was that there was an emergency concerning a fan in the apartment. Now she was very used to emergencies that weren’t really emergencies all the time, but common sense said you went just in case. What she really needed to do was get them all copies of the 'Boy Who Cried Wolf' because usually it was something ridiculous, like Merton's head getting stuck in a vase after some drunk incident. She knocked on the door, and almost instantly it was thrown open.
“Thank Merlin. She won’t leave.” He whispered frantically. Kirley actually looked scared and bit jumpy.
Leigh stepped into the flat and rolled her eyes. “You not being able to get out a groupie doesn’t constitute an emergency of the epic proportions you were writing about you know.” She pointed out, rubbing her temple.
Kirley did look annoyed at that, but he was probably used to the way that she argued back with them a lot of the time. But to him, this really was an emergency. “When you get mean it makes me want to give you loads of vacation time.”
At least he hadn’t said shag her, because she heard that quite often. “I can’t take a vacation. Remember that one time I got food poisoning in Greece and was in hospital for four days? You lot were three hours late to a concert in Moscow because repeated verbal and written reminders that the portkey was on Myron’s mantle fell on deaf ears or blind eyes or whatnot.”
That was when she heard it. It was a tone of voice she’d heard numerous times over the years. “Kirleypoo, come back to beeeeddd.” The groupie singsonged across the flat. What was it with groupies and the need to add ‘poo’ to the end of all their names? Orsinopoo was the funniest. She'd taken to calling him that on occasion, but it was a joke. Did they honestly think it was sexy? Well, at least the crazy groupies who didn’t understand the fact that they weren’t expected to stick around thought it was. A few of the regulars she saw often were remarkably well-adjusted.
“I’ve told her to leave, and she keeps deflecting. I even told her I needed to leave, but then she asked what I wanted for dinner. Get rid of her.”
Leigh blinked. “Da- Kirl- This is really not part of my job description!” She pointed out smoothing her shirt out to make sure it wasn’t wrinkled. She shook her head. She was here, and he looked hopeful like she was today’s knight in shining armor. The thing was that Leigh had been chasing girls off for so long that sometimes it was actually fun. “Alright. Angry girlfriend or psychotic stalker? Any preference?”
She really didn’t wait for a response before heading into Kirley’s room. “OH MY GOD! Who the hell are you?!” She yelled trying her best to sound frantic.
The girl jumped up into a sitting position, pulling the blankets around her. “Who are you?!”
“Who am I? WHO AM I? Oh, that’s rich!” She said as Kirley came back into the room. She whirled around and looked at him. “How dare you!? You promised this time it’d be different. That you loved me! Now you’re in here, in OUR bed with some bloody tart you picked-”
“Oi! I am NOT a tart!” The girl responded looking around frantically for her clothes.
Leigh looked down at her feet and saw a pile of a pair of pants and a shirt. She tossed them angrily on the bed. “You are too, get out! Get out! GET OUT!” She screamed acting like she was near tears.
“You should go.” Kirley finally piped up, trying his best to sound properly ashamed.
She whipped back around at Kirley (because she was going to laugh if she didn't look away) and gave him a soft shove. “You said we were forever! What about our baby?! I should have listened to my mum when she warned me you were no good!” It was probably chasing girls off like this that had her sometimes (rarely but sometimes) attached to one of the band mates in the tabloids. It was then that she heard the telltale crack of an apparition. “Oh thank Merlin, I wasn’t going to keep that up much longer.” She said with a laugh.
“Breakfast?” He asked as if it was the perfect way to show his gratitude.
She could go back home and go to bed, but she was a bit exhilarated. “As long as you’re not cooking it.”