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Title: I find titles a lovely… erm… concept… but I suck at picking titles…so Adina came up with it…pam pam… “You label me, I'll poster you”
Pairing: Smaranda and her pillow, probably
Rating: R… Bican’s ass is a character of this fic… a very indecent one, may I add.
Disclaimer: Might seem realistic +other synonyms… but the ‘we are making a promo poster” is soooo fiction…
Notes: wrote on our lovely Yahoo Mess by yr favourite two bloggers, Nancy and Adine.

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“No, pork has way too much cholesterol even for our binge drinking fans.”

Adina was looking at the computer screen, straight at a photo for the apparently new Split Infinitive promo poster. Bican was all over the place.

Nancy frowned. She had hoped this would be their last meeting on the subject. She hated having to pick photos and Adina disagreeing with her choices.

Bican walked in the small room, holding a pack of Winston cigarettes and placed them in front of Nancy.

“Here, smoke some REAL ciggies”. And then turning his look to the screen “Damn, that is one of my coolest photos. Perfect poster indeed.”

“If you really want to feel reality, shove them up your arse.” Adina was fascinated by the smoothness of her lit Dunhill Fine Cut. Nancy was wandering where Smaranda was.

“And come on dude, I think even our binge drinking fans are sick of your face.” Nancy was looking for her cell phone. Damn, it always seemed she couldn’t find it when she really needed it.

“Pork has cholesterol. And only looking at you it makes my level go up.”

“Where the hell are you? We have an emergency.” Nancy whispered in her phone.

“What's wrong this time?” Smaranda said on the other phone at the other end of the phone…and it was like you could hear her eyes rolling over her head.

“Well...Adina's already on the rebound with her most recent ex.. and now Bican is in the room. Figure that out!”. In the background, Smaranda could hear Bican’s indefinite mumble and Adina’s rambling

“Ouh, that! Honey, you should've said 911 from your first breath.”

Nancy left her head fall on the desk, making a heavy noise. However, the other two didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Seeing the utter indifference, Nancy got up and headed for the door. But as she was about to lay her hand on the door knob, someone opened the door from the outside and hit Nancy. Now THAT stopped the argument.

“Oh, sorry, love”. Boske’s head appeared from behind the door.

“Right!”.

“Erm, got a call from the label. Seems like they want the poster as soon as possible.”

“Got a call from the mental institution. Seems like they want these two lunatics back.”

“She’s the lunatic! Not I! She’s always saying mean stuff about me. I have some dignity…”

“Oh, you know the word. Wander if you know the meaning….” Adina replied before Bican could finish his sentence.

“Ah, no! NO! NOT again.” Nancy yelled. “I have a headache and it ain’t because of the door.”

“Didn’t we agree professionals will take care of this?”.

“Yeah, Boske, but… remember… We also reached the conclusion that we are… what is the word… artistic enough to handle every little thing about our career. And mature enough.” And saying that, Nancy walked out the door. She briefly came back. “Don’t wait up.”

“Now you had to ruin it all up!”

“I did it? You insane idiosyncratic bi...”. But yet again, Bican was interrupted.

Boske uttered a piercing shriek.

“Cut it out you 2 or I'll stop drinking beer for a week and then I'll see you handle some REAL problems! More real then your narcissistic Winston cigars!”

“I'm sick with your insane demands…” Bican said in a low voice.

“Oh don't go all quoty mood on me! I gave you the Allen Ginsberg poem, America”,

Adina said making a face. “You'll forever go to loser town always get drunk never get laid”.

“Had enough of this!” Bican’s voice covered Adina’s.

The sound of “Golden Skans” made them all look around the room. Boske saw Nancy’s mobile on the desk. Bican, who was closer, picked it up and answered.

“Hello”, he said dryly. “No. No, we did not settle upon a photo…. Yes, I know we had promised we’d e done by last week…. Yes, I will try may best…. Eh, no, I do not know where she is… Yes, thank you… Goodbye”.

“Label, huh?”. Adina said smugly.

“Shall we look over the photos again… Maybe we’ll find a better one.” Bican replied, but added in a lower voice “though I doubt it.”

Not Another Band Fic

Title: Screw you guys (that is NOT the title… guess what it is…)
Author: in the words of Joe (drummer… Horrors)… ME ME ME MEEEEE
Pairing: Adina/Joe… in her dreams… haha
Rating: R… Bican’s fault yet again…
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters presented in the band fic (not even myself).. Some are owned by NME (Horrors), other by… erm… life??? And, if NME makes money outta The Horrors, I doubt life makes money outta Bican’s ass (pun indented).
Notes: I suck! Thank you! *takes bow*

Adina didn’t like touring with The Horrors. It wasn’t due to the fact that they had a habit of getting pissed each night and destroy everything around them. Not even the fact that Faris was a psychotic prick. She didn’t like it because she didn’t like having a crush on a guy with a girlfriend and having to be around him all day… and seeing him in his underwear in the dressing room (an accident… by which Joe didn’t seem bothered at all… ). And she hated being caught staring at Joe’s lips when he talked or getting lost in his blue eyes. What she didn’t know was that this was the thing to worry about least.

They were playing that evening in a little Victorian-like club in Manchester, location chosen by Rhys (everybody accepted because he complained for two day that nobody cares about his desires and needs… ). As they entered the club, an hour before the gig, they all realized that it was going to be packed.

While Bican was having a beer with Faris and Boske was checking her guitar, Nancy was getting up-to-date with the latest gossip.

“I’ve heard Ashlee Simpsons accepted Pete Wentz’s marriage proposal”, Rhys said disgusted.

“Oh, dear… she really loves small thingies!”, Nancy replied.

“Sorry to interrupt the gossip session, but it’s time to get on stage, girls… and boy” the tour manager said looking at Bican.

“Thank you!”, Bican replied smugly and walked on stage. The four girls followed him , Nancy quite unsatisfied that she hadn’t found out ALL the Hollywood hot gossip.
Adina could feel Joe’s eyes watching her. That was something else she did not like.

The crowd was filled with Split Infinitive fans. As soon as Samy hit the drums for the first time, they went wild. And, Adina thought sitting behind her synths, not in a good way.

The second song begun and Faris, who had had a little too much to drink, got on stage. His look made the five kids realize that he was up to no good. Indeed, he started pushing things off stage, throwing them into the public. And the public had something up their sleeves: Faris’ favourite thing, firecrackers. They started throwing them on the stage.

“Ah, screw you guys, I’m going home” Nancy yelled at the sight of the first one and ran off stage. They all knew it was time to go.
Faris on the other hand was thrilled and, to the general surprise, so was Bican.

“Come and get some firecrackers, kids!” he yelled, Samy staring at him thinking of a good psychiatrist for her friend.

Adina’s heart was beating with fear when she felt two arms around her.

“This is it!”, she thought. She looked down at the hands. They were perfect. Then she heard the person behind her.

“We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die!”, Rhys yelled in the gayest way possible.

“Nonsense! It’s alive!”, Adina replied, now frustrated by her idiotic hopes. “Rhys, get off me”, she kicked him aside, now looking on her left. Joe and Joshua were almost drunk, laughing hysterically on a couch and this sight made Adina even more frustrated

All of a sudden, they heard a yell and they saw Bican struggling as he was carried away by a security guard. Faris was carried by 3 but he was quite still.

“What will they do to them? Lock them in the club basement like that time Faris lost it?”, Nancy asked the others.

“Probably!”, Rhys replied quite coldly. “Thank God it’s over and we’re all alive!” .

Everybody rolled their ayes over, tired of Rhys’ habit of overreacting.

“Ah, don’t touch me! No, get yr hands off me!”, they heard Bican yelling again, but this time there was no guard.

“Do you think Faris is touching him?”, Boske said while searching desperately for a bottle of beer in the fridge. She quickly realized that all the beer was in Faris’ stomach.

“Who cares? After what he put as through, he deserves the worse!”, Rhys answered, his voice filled with hate, already seeing an imagery of Bican molested by Faris in the dark of the basement.

I have a sick mind

Ana had never fancied the idea of writing fiction. In fact, the idea scared the hell outta her. She was not a brilliant fiction writer. She lacked all the things her favourite writers had: she could not master Hornby's wit, she did not have the power to capture feelings like Zeller, she could not even write a thrilling story like Ballard did... However, when she realised that this was exactly what she was supposed to do to get in at Journalism, Ana decided to write lots of fiction. Not the usual crappy Journalism subject "oh, a lion ran away from the zoo of a big town. Write a story"... No, band fic... slashy at times... not this time...

Title: I suck at finding titles for my fics...
Pairing: ewwww.... none.... no one.....
Rating: R... only because that seems to be the rating of my blog....oO
Author: Le Nancy....
Disclaimer: I have a sick imagination and it usually runs free... It so happened that last evening I wrote a Horrors fanfic... Today, I wondered around city with Boske and I decided to write a fiction about our band-to-be... And I did so while we were sitting our arses at Motoare waiting for Bican to show up... It does not contain sex or other ichy things... I am writing about how I imagine things between my and my buds as a band... Sex would be wrong among us... Healthy with others though... Right, shut up now....

"Bican, I'll kill you!". Samy was staring at the beer spilled all over her drums.

Bican licked the last bit of chocolate of his thumb. "Why?".

Samy realised there was no point in arguing whit the idiot.

"I think a shell attacked me", Nancy was jumping around on one leg.

"A SEASHELL cannot attack you, dude", Bican said taking off his Ozzy sunglasses.

"You know, the sun is ruining my hair. I need to take care of my hair!!!". Adina was already complaining, much to Bican's annoyance

"Shut up! I need silence in order to creeeate", he said angrily.

"Oh, we trust Bican's creativity. Like that time he sang that tune we all thought was in Chinese", Boske said thoughtfully taking another sip of water.

Boske's new habits made Nancy utterly sad. She could not understand why Boske would drink THAT and not beer. She snatched the bottle from Boske's hand, causing Boske to spill water all over her blue dress. Than, she placed a bottle of beer in front of Boske.

"Here, that's more like you" and got back to the shell that was stuck in her foot. Boske started to cry.

"Oh, you're so girlish", Bican yelled. "I cannot concentrate with you around"

"You can't concentrate because you have ADD, you moron! And of course we act like girls. That's what we are. And... and so are you", Adina pointed out.

Without paying attention to her, Bican got up from his chair. "Somebody has got to take care of our guests. And I am the one fit to do that".

"You twat. You don't even know their family names. I DO! Now, the one to take GOOD care of them is I... their fan", Nancy was satisfied by her reply. She understood The Strokes. She was the one to show them the wonders - if any- of Vama.

"Oh, dear, who did that?". Fab was awe struck at the sight of the drums soaked in beer.

"HE!!!". Samy was happy at the thought that Bican was about to get his ass fucked and he'd understand that drums were a sacred instrument and required special attention.

"No... no, I did not. She did" Bican pointed towards Nancy who lowered her aviator shades.

"How could I have spilled beer on the drums when I have this in my foot." and pointed at the piece of seashell. "Besides, I could never spill beer. I am a follower of Boske's life philosophy"

They all looked at Boske who was still sobbing, the beer still untouched.

"oh, take a sip already. We all know you want to. Oh, dear God, I cannot concentrate with you people. I cannot focus. I cannot create!!!!", Bican yelled raising his hands in the air and acting all gayish.

"Oh, Seba, you and me, my room, in an hour." Fab gave Bican a wink that made him pull away almost instantly.

"I am not cheating on Mihnea with you". This caused waves of laughter followed by a moment of silence. However, the silence was quickly broken by Julian's voice.

"Hey, dudes and dudettes. Hey, Boske, what's going on?". He looked at the beer. "Why won't you drink it? You know warm beer's now good". He smiled. Boske rose her look at Julian. She wanted to kick him in the balls and her look made Julian understand that.


"So," he spoke moving away from Boske, 'ready for the gig?".

"NO!!!", Samy yelled with despair.

"That's it. You're impossible. I've had enough!" Bican turned around and walked away as Julian watched him.

"Oh, he's so gay! When will he ever admit it?", he wondered.

"Hey, he is not gay. A girl who likes guys cannot be gay".

"Hahaha", Nancy laughed loudly at Adina's reply. "The woman's right".

"Now", Samy rolled her eyes, "I'll go talk to him. Someone HAS to", Samy gave a sigh and went after Bican.

"Aha!". Nancy was now carefully examining the little piece of seashell between her fingers. "Okay, I guess now we can go talk to the others about tonight. In a shady place", she pointed out to Adina's great satisfaction. "Boske, you coming?"

Boske was still sobbing.


"Poor girl. Do you think she's alright?". Julian seemed worried. But Boske gave him again that I-am-going-to-hit-you-down-there look so Julian just said "I guess we should go".

"Okay, we'll be back in a sec", Adina said a bit scared.

Boske was alone now with the beer in her front exactly where Nancy had placed it a bit earlier. As soon as the four were completely out of her sight, she grabbed the beer and drank it all.

"Okay, so who are we playing why? Kentucky Headhunters?" she finally uttered.