you'll never guess who I've been doing! Who: Muse and Jaz When: Ass o'clock am Where: Muse's suite
Jaz wasn't sure how she'd ended up awake at 7 am after the night she'd had, but there she was, watching the numbers on the digital clock on the bedside change. It ended up working out, since she wasn't the type to hang around after a one night stand - it cleared up so much awkwardness if someone just left while the other was asleep. Since Jakob was asleep, that left her to vamoose. She slid out of bed and found her clothes, deliberately leaving her thong behind for Jakob to find when he woke up. Heels in hand, she crept silently from his suite and took a moment to scowl at the sunlight and enjoy the breeze.
Her first thought was I could really use some bacon, and her second was hahahaha holy shit I just spent all night fucking Jakob Overgaard. With the kind of grin that can only come from a really good night, Jaz changed course and headed over for the other VIP suite on that deck, where she promptly began banging on the door in a rhythm unconsciously similar to one of Muse's basslines.
Muse had spent the first day on board trying to get over jet lag. And failing. Which had meant lots of sleeping. She couldn't help it! Her suite was just so comfy. Her manager, Aileen, had modified her tour rider, and Muse had been quite surprised when the cruise line actually decorated her room accordingly. Apparently, there was no limit to what Aileen could get her! The room was full of purple and magenta, with Indian silks and pillows absolutely everywhere. Muse could plop down just about anywhere in the room and be perfectly comfy. Naturally, it had been impossible to stay awake.
The unfortunate side to that was that she was now awake at seven AM. She lay in her bed, watching the sun slowly rise in her window, and was debating just giving up the ghost and going out for an early walk on the deck. And then, there was banging on the door. Rather amusing how Muse could immediately pinpoint it as Jaz's banging. She hurried out of bed before Aileen could pitch a fit, and sprinted through her bedroom and the sitting room to get to the door. "What on earth are you doing aw-- oh, nevermind. That's what you wore yesterday, isn't it?" That would explain a lot.
"Oh yeah," Jaz replied, with a rather cat-who-ate-the-canary smile. "Well, most of what I wore yesterday," she amended, inviting herself inside and dropping her shoes just inside the door. "Want to order room service?" she asked. "I'm dying for some fuckin' bacon. And eggs. And homefries with cheese. Wait, what are you doing awake?" Because Muse looked way too chipper to have been just roused from bed by her knocking. And unless it was because she hadn't gone to bed yet because she'd been doing some of what Jaz had been doing, that was just wrong.
Muse laughed and shut the door behind Jaz, shaking her head as she followed her into the sitting room and plunked down on one of the couches. "Be my guest," she said, gesturing to the phone. "Ooh, get the fruit plate, too. And cinnamon rolls." Muse was a vegetarian, but she found her own happy ways to pig out. "I have jeg lag," she answered. "I slept all day yesterday. I was just contemplating whether or not it was time to wake up. So, who was he?"
"Fruit plate and cinnamon rolls, check," Jaz said, picking up the phone and dialing room service. She placed an order - eggs, bacon, home fries with cheese, a big pitcher of orange juice and coffee, and the requested fruit plate and cinnamon rolls. She hung up and grinned hardcore at Muse - girl knew her so well, not that it was hard. She leaned back in her chair, nodding in the direction of th eother vip suite. "Jakob Overgaard," she said smugly, waiting for Muse's reaction.
Muse had curled up on the couch, pulling a pillow to her chest and getting comfy and snuggly, while Jaz made the call. She couldn't help but wish she could have had a room with balcony doors, and lots of windows she could open, but sadly they had gone for privacy. Once the call was placed and Jaz gave Muse an answer, Muse had the oh-so-appropriate answer of a jaw drop. "Get out!" she gasped. "You naughty girl!" Jeez, Jaz worked fast!
That had, of course, been just the sort of reaction Jaz had been hoping for, and her grin only widened as she flopped down on the opposite end of the couch as Muse. "Hey now," she said, "he approached me. And there was total mutual innuendo going on first. What the hell else was I supposed to do? You don't get up close to such a fine specimen of man and not let him put his dick in you. You would've had to retire my ladyparts if I hadn't because it would've meant they'd stopped working or something."
Muse had to stuff her face in a pillow to try and muffle her laughter. She wasn't sure if Aileen was still here - she was an early riser - but if she was, she was not going to be the one to wake her. "You're awful!" she said, though she was grinning brightly when she looked up again. Muse had never had the opportunity to date much, so she had to admit, she did enjoy living vicariously through Jaz. Who better, really?
Jaz stretched with a smug smile. "You're jealous," she teased right back. "And since you haven't yet asked but I know you're wondering, yes, he is proportionate everywhere. And he knows how to use what the good Lord has blessed him with." She sighed happily. "I think I went bowlegged," she said contemplatively, satisfaction in every note of her voice.
Jealous? Well... perhaps. But in a completely friendly sort of way. Muse giggled, still all grins as she shook her head at her friend again. "I can't believe it. On the first day," she said. "Alright. Go on then, tell me everything. I know you're dying to. At least you're not hoarse."
"Yet," Jaz said, snickering. "The day is young." She was interrupted by a discreet knock on the door; jumping up and checking it out revealed a steward with their room service breakfast. Jaz was impressed; apparently being a big name star meant you got food at rocket speeds. She was down with that. Bringing the trays in, she plopped the fruit in front of Muse and the cinnamon rolls - after snagging one for herself - and took the bacon, eggs, and home fries for herself, where she promptly dug in.
"Anyway," she mumbled, mouth full of eggs and delicious crispy bacon. "He came up to me at... Cult of Dionysus, I think? And I decided I wanted to go dancing at Sing the Rage, which is this total leather bar kind of, by the way, it was pretty awesome. And there was innuendo about screaming and going for rides and shit - that accent makes it kind of hilarious, but he's so smokin' hot anyway that who cares, right? So then he's like, 'I think I'm ready for that ride.' So we ended up back at his suite and basically fucked like bunnies for hours in a variety of locations and positions until we fell asleep for a few hours. I woke up and came here, of course, 'cause if you can't share the love with your girl, who can you share it with?"
"You amaze me," Muse said, after she had devoured her cinnamon roll and finished licking the icing off her fingers. "I really am surprised you're not hoarse. And that you do seem to be walking straight. What's he like?" And amazingly enough, Muse meant that in a non-dirty way, though she would certainly accept the dirty answer along with it. "Of course, you had to come tell me. The way you tell it, I'm surprised I didn't hear you through the walls." Thorough ship was thorough. Kudos!
"The ability to party hardy is a talent many wish they had, but few truly possess," Jaz said loftily, then grinned. "Apart from totally fucking hot?" she asked, just because she knew Muse would expect her to answer that way first. "He's pretty cool, actually. Funny. There's a touch of asshole in there, but it was pretty muted the whole time. And really, what do you expect from a rockstar, right?" Her grin widened. "Obviously I had to come tell you about it," she agreed. "I'm surprised you didn't hear me, too. You know what's funny?" she said, thinking about it. "I think he thinks I was a groupie... I don't think he has any idea that I play for you."
Muse had to giggle brightly at the idea of Jaz being a groupie. "Well he's in for a surprise then, isn't he?" She wasn't surprised by Jaz's description of him - it seemed a step above typical, actually, and about fitting from what she had seen of him on TV. "I'm sure you'll enjoy bursting that bubble for him. I hope I'm there to see it!" No lie, either. That would probably be quite comical.
Jaz laughed. "It will be kind of funny to see his face when he finds out," she agreed. "He didn't ask what I did and kind of took it for granted that I knew who he was, so it never came up." She snickered at how she'd been amused at the time too. "Well, and we didn't spend much time talking. Too busy with other things. Who knows when I'll see him next, right? New Year's Eve, I guess, if not before." She shrugged, shoveling the last of the eggs in her mouth. "So, what're you doing today?" she asked, mumbling through the food.
"Serves him right for assuming then," Muse commented, popping a grape into her mouth. She hated when famous people did that! It always made her feel like such a tool. "Nope, we're playing different venues on New Year's," she said. "They couldn't figure out who would go first if we were in the same. So I'll be at Circean Delight, I don't know where he'll be. Pity, I would have liked to watch the show." Even if her style of music was vastly different, she still loved rock 'n roll. "I haven't decided yet. I still feel so out of sorts from all the time changes. Relaxing a lot, I think, but I need to go out. I stayed in here all day yesterday. You?"
"Sing the Rage, maybe," Jaz mused. "It's got that kind of hard-rock vibe that his band does. Maybe you can get one of your peons to go tape it," she teased, knowing Muse didn't treat any of her people like peons, but that one of them would gladly do it if she asked. "So I guess he won't find out that way," she said. "Oh well. If he finds out he finds out, but what do I care if some dude I'll probably never see again after the cruise knows what I do, right?" She shrugged, stealing a grape as well. "Probably hit the pool," she said. "It feels like a suntan and margarita kind of day."
"That sounds like a plan," Muse agreed with a grin. Just as well she and Jakob probably wouldn't be in the same room - after this conversation, she'd probably never be able to look him in the face, anyway. Whoops. "Can't come back from a cruise without a tan. Sounds like you need to relax and rehydrate, anyway," she teased.
"Bitch, we live in California," Jaz said with a laugh. "We left for the cruise with tans." She couldn't stop grinning, though, and nodded her agreement. "I think I definitely need to get my eight glasses of water for the day," she said, chuckling. "And some protein. And maybe not do too much moving, 'cause I'm a little sore. But oh my god," she said with a happy sigh, "did you know he's just as tall as he looks? I was wearing heels and we were just about the same height. That's so hard to find, it was fucking awesome."
"Now that's impressive," Muse remarked. Being 5'10" herself, she loved tall guys - and Jaz was the tallest girl she had ever met. It was so fun to hang out with her in public, for a large variety of reasons - one of them just happened to be that the two of them together were impossible to ignore. "So rehydration and relaxation. Sounds perfect."
"Well, you'll know where to find me if you get tired of walking around and want to hang with the cool people. I might find a couple of our boys and see if they want to chill with me too," she said. "I saw that there were two pools, the one that's on the deck below this one, all uncovered and shit, and then there's another one a few decks down that's all romantic, got like flowers and sheer curtains and crap and it's indoors. What do you think the penalties are on the ship for indecent exposure?" she asked thoughtfully. "'Cause it is like, super sexy in there."
"Good question," Muse responded, though her poor little virgin self would really just have to guess. "I don't know, what are they going to do? Throw you overboard? I bet Aileen could talk people out of anything." Muse thought about that, and paused. "You know, I really shouldn't be giving you ideas. I'm a horrible enabler. But part of me does kind of want to see what happens."
Jaz grinned. "Aileen is pretty good at talking, now isn't she?" she said consideringly. "Well now. I might just have to let myself be enabled." She laughed. "Not that you really have to push hard to be my enabler, dude," she told Muse. "I'm usually my own enabler." Her grin got wicked and she eyed Muse. "So, you're saying you want video?" she asked.
Muse had been in the middle of reaching for a piece of melon, and she froze mid-reach. "Please don't tell me you actually have video already," she said. "Please." And yet? She would not put it past Jaz in the least. In fact, Jaz would probably love being known as the girl in the sex tape with Jakob Overgaard.
Jaz couldn't help herself - the look on Muse's face was absolutely priceless, and she kind of lost her shit for a minute there. When she'd stopped laughing (face buried in a couch cushion to avoid waking anyone else sleeping in Muse's suite), she wiped tears from her eyes and shook her head. "No, there was no filming going on last night unless he hid a camera somewhere I didn't see," she said, snickering, "but I'm just saying, if you wanted video, there totally could be. I brought my little camcorder, I could set it up in one of the sets of fake grapes in my room, invite him over..." She grinned at the thought. She didn't think she'd want someone else to have a copy because she totally wasn't pulling a Paris, but maybe as a little memento of her trip...
Muse breathed again, and responded by throwing a chunk of melon in her crazy blonde friend's direction. "I think you and I are close enough without me seeing that," she said. As it was, she'd never, freaking ever be able to look that guy in the face. "You know, it wouldn't have surprised me at all if you had said yes. Freak."
Laughing again, Jaz ducked the melon and hunted for it briefly, finding and popping it into her mouth. "Hey, you know, when I'm a dried-up old woman, I'm going to want a reminder of how unbelievably hot I was in my youth. And also it's undeniable proof that I fucked him. So it's a win-win situation. Thanks for the idea, though." She straightened slightly. "But the real question is, when are we going to get you laid? We should be keeping our eyes open for suitable prospects."
"Oh, God," Muse mumbled, rolling her eyes. "I couldn't even begin to think about that here," she added. "If Aileen found out, she'd have the poor guy thrown overboard. Or she'd to it herself. You know she would." Not that she wouldn't be up for the idea herself. She'd barely dated since signing her contract. She was just too busy!
"No one said Aileen would have to find out," Jaz pointed out. "I'm just saying, if you find someone, or if I find someone for you, I'm giving you a spare key to my cabin. Aileen won't just barge in there, after all. Just make sure you put a rubber band on the door knob or something so I don't walk in on you two." She grinned salaciously. "Unless you want me to." Which she didn't think would ever happen.
Now Muse was blushing. Darn her. "I think I can manage on my own, thank you," she said, this time throwing a pillow. And at this point she didn't particularly care if they woke Aileen up. It was about time to rise and shine anyway, right? "And I'm the enabler. Pft. Whore." But she was grinning, her attacks completely joking in tone.
"It's not an insult if it's true," Jaz said complacently, giving Muse a friendly finger after catching the pillow and flipping it back at the curly-haired singer. "And so far I haven't seen any 'managing' except what Aileen does every day. Unless you were planning to ask her to expand her job description?" She grinned at the thought. "If you do, let me be there. The look on her face would be epic."
"AUGH!" Muse exclaimed, making a horrible face. "That's my pseudo-aunt you're talking about. Please don't scar me for life, especially so early in the morning." Ew, ew, ew. "I think you should finish eating so we can get to the pool. That's what I think."
"Well, you pay her enough," Jaz said, giggling. She perked up at the word 'pool', however, and hurriedly crammed the remaining food into her mouth. Cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk, she gave Muse a double thumbs up. "Grmph dm gur," she mumbled, which was supposed to be 'good to go.' She could finish chewing on the way.
Of course, Muse understood perfectly. You spend enough time on the road with someone, you have their direct friend-to-English dictionary. "Alright, I'm going to take a quick shower, get my suit, and I'll meet you there in twenty minutes. Think you can walk far enough to your room to do the same, or do you want to borrow something?" Oh yes, she was teasing. And enjoying it.
Twenty minutes was like an eternity in Jaz-time, where 'getting ready' required only a change into her bikini and a light coating of sunscreen, and she just grinned at Muse's teasing. A full-on grin with a front-row view of all the food she was still chewing, but a grin nonetheless. Nodding her agreement, she stood, grabbed her shoes, and waved as she headed off to her room.