#thanks for the starter birbyyyyy

[adventurepunks]

thedemonconstantine​:

Ruckus Away!

( @adventurepunks​ )

It was a cool Monday afternoon on the 1st of March. The sun was up, the weather was fair and the day had been relatively quiet in the London suburbs of Twickenham when a cacophony of saxophone started blaring from the back streets, directly below John’s shabby little kitchen window.

PRRRRRRRR- PRRRR- PRRTTTT—

It was enough to have a couple neighbours look out from their flats.

“What’s going on?”

“Who’s that? Is that John?!”

“Oi you! Stop it you’re wakin’ the bloody baby!”

“You nutters?! You mad?!”

“Mum mum there’s somebody playing rubbish downstairs can I join him?”

“SHUT UP!”

“Play Kenny G!!”

All of a sudden the entire block of flats had an opinion about things but the saxophone player didn’t care. He kept on playing and playing until the one window to his very own kitchen would pry open to see the commotion, and it was exactly then when he would yell,

“IS ME QUEEN’S BIRFDAY! ‘APPY BIRFDAY ‘TA TH’ QUEEN O’ ME ‘EART!”

And THEN he would toot the happy birthday song~

It had been such a beautiful quiet morning and Talia was getting ready for the evening, to be in bed until 2 pm was scandalous and yet that is exactly where John kept her, well fed and practically every inch of her skin kissed and caressed. She could be coaxed to be lazy if her reward were those sweet kisses on her skin.

Time for tea and not allowed to know what John would drag back...just as she brushed her hair some idiot was blaring his saxophone. Gods, how she hated Twickenham some days.

“Oi-” Talia opened her window enraged by the cacophony and then was met with her idiot playing the saxophone. Of course it was John...why on Earth did she think it could be anyone but him.

“You are embarrassing” Talia shouted down and yet leaned on her elbows to stare down on him tooting the song. “You’re lucky I don’t pour a bucket of water over your head you foooool!” she shouted down but had the fondest little beaming smile on her face.

Some random neighbor threw a shoe at him. Waste of a shoe-

Miranda I swear if you don’t restrain that husband of yours- one woman shouted

“Y

What a fool. What an utter loon. How ever did she end up falling in love with such a fool.

She sighed deeply and closed the window. She would make him wait an additional half an hour now for the social embarrassment, very slowly putting on her make up and slipped into something comfortable, she had demanded to go to the fairground after first planning for the cinema, then a boat ride but like the tides at sea Talia changed her mind due to a flyer. She leaned by now to plan for anything to happen while in his company.

Through his tiny section of the wardrobe she went to find his band t-shirts no not the Clash she wore this once already. Rummage rummage later in his t-shirt and leather jacket and her skinny black jeans she leisurely took a walk down the stairs to find him.

“You are a fool” she breathed one stiletto wearing foot raising just a little of the ground when she kissed him. “I will not be able to show my face in the neighborhood for days.”