The lead singer, Savvy Steve, he was called, took to the mike with his guitar, bustin' out mad chords.
A smallish cat-girl named Remynis sat offside and glared as she pulled her large ears down beside her face.
She had blue/grey fur, and silver eyes. Long white hair was pulled back in a braid as she howled "Horrible!"
The mike screeched. The band's drummer, Leering Larry, walked to the side of the stage. "What'cha sayin', girlie? We worked hard here..." He leered at her, and held his drumstick in a threatening pose.
She curled her wings close to her and let her ears go erect "Awe! Thank the goddess!" She glared at him "Well, you can work hard all you want, it won't make you any good."
"Why you little-" Larry was about to throw a folded chair, but Wavy-haired Wallace, the pianist, jumped in front of him. "No, Larry! Never kill a fan! Save your killing prowess for rival bands!"
She laid on her back, letting her head hang over the side of the channel a bit and stuck her tongue out at them "I'm not a fan!"
"Then why are you here? We don't want trouble." Wallace reasoned, hoping Larry wouldn't go psycho and blow their cover.
She grinned "You guys are soooo easy to annoy!" She gave her fox-like tail a flick
"Humph" Larry grumbled, and Steve motioned to his cohorts, asking if they could continue the song.
She jumped to her feet and stretched. She had on a pair of tight blue shorts, and a black tank top "You guys aren't going to sing again? Are you?" She half-whined, half-mocked
"Alright, you... Take a little bit of this!" Larry jumped up and stood in front of Steve to the mike, screeching as highly as possible. Steve and Wallace grimaced and grabbed their emergency earplugs, tossing some packets to the preferred regular listeners.
She grabbed her ears and pulled them down the side of her face again and howled "Ahhhhh! Its sssooo horrible! Shut up!"
Wallace gave Steve a thumbs-up, and they, acting in a well-rehearsed manner, grabbed Larry, pushed him to the ground, and shoved a bunch of socks into his mouth.
She peeked open one eye and laughed, "I hope those are dirty socks!"
Steve grinned, staying cool. "Of course! They're Wallace's. He's the only one that wears socks."
She grins. Going to her knees she watches their struggle from atop the pier "Nice! I have socks!"
Larry, gasping for air after his little... "Tantrum" spit out the socks. "Thanks. I needed that."
She lay down and watched them "What are you guys anyway?"
"A punk band. Now shut up and let us continue the concert." Larry requested, chuckling slightly.
They continued.
She covered her ears "Wow.. They got boring really fast.." She spread her wings and leapt into the wind
The next morning, all the headlines were filled with news of Larry's accident. "Band Member Goes Crazy, But Minimal Deaths!" "Is Jerry Falwell a Woman?" and "Nobody is safe from the high-pitched doom!" Okay, they weren't all related, but still.
She set down at a news stand and laughed "Wow...I wonder who pissed him off...hmm" She spreads her wings and drops the paper, flying back into the air "Wonder it they're still playing at that place though
At the artificial beach, Larry, Steve, and Wallace were hanging out, chilling. Steve engaged a gang of bikini-clad supermodels in a game of Xtreme Beach Volley Ball, Wallace was working on his tan, and Larry was trying to catch fish. And hide from the cops if they came.
She landed not far from the group and folded her wings back lazily "Hello boys."
Larry glanced at her, and then turned around again. He wasn't going to get angry. Never again...
He jumped into the sea, just in case. Nobody can hear you underwater!
The rest of the gang looked at her intently, hoping for some sort of apology.
She gave her tail a flick. "I saw in the paper Lewd Larry there went crazy."
"Leering Larry, to you." Steve grinned, and returned to turning brown.
She shrugged "Leer..Lewd, its the same. So, what happened?"
"You made him angry. It's never a good idea." Wallace worriedly looked to Steve, then got hit in the head by a volleyball. "Ow!"
She blinked "I was only joking. Wow, take a joke Lewd Larry.."
"Well, he has a problem... Just, don't mess with him, okay?" Steve rolled over to get a tan on his back, revealing a dark greyish fin.
She jumped back "What's on your back!?" She laughed "If it's a back-zit, I suggest popping it before it grows into an undeveloped twin." She stifled another laugh
"Aah!" Steve yelled, standing up. "I.. have to go now... laters!"
She blinked, curling her wings tighter to her small frame "Geeze..You all are so uptight."
Wallace chuckled, "Yeah, sure." He got hit by another volleyball. "Ow! My eye!"
She made a face and let her wings relax. "Hm.." She flicked her tail and yawned "Its sooo boring.." She glared at the water and scooted away somewhat
Suddenly, the sheer rock cliffs n the non-simulated oceanic side of the beach crumbled a bit. Dark Happy was trying to get pictures of the bikini- women.
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