She dances in these sheets at night...

25. Singer. Actress. Cat in a previous life.

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I'm plagued...

with never ending lyrics to pop songs in my head. 

My life is forever a dance party. 

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Taking Advantage || Robert & Pixie

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  Standing outside the pub, Rob allowed himself to take in the sights. Granted, there wasn’t much to see outside a London pub on a Sunday night save for a few older men arguing about some football match Rob had no idea about. From what he could make out, there had been some sort of miss-called penalty and the fans had been in uproar. A large part of him wanted to interrupt, to make some sort of controversial comment which would either make them pat him on the back or right hook him but, for the sake of the fact that he was going for a drink with Pixie, he thought it best to restrain himself. It was hardly the best first impression to make, face to face. Turning up with a broken nose and blood all over your face might work well for making friends in movies but in real life, it rarely translated well.

And so, once he had finished his cigarette, he flicked the butt towards the little ashtray box against the wall and turned his attentions to his phone. As per usual, there was a ton of stuff he was either too lazy or too uninterested to reply to – he didn’t care that his aunt Sandra was having a fortieth birthday party or if someone who had worked on an episode of Misfits that he wasn’t involved in was shooting a one-off episode in Edinburgh; neither concerned him and so neither got replied to, making him look just a tiny bit like a bastard. And that, he figured, was something he was sort of okay with. He had just stuffed his phone back in his pocket when he heard Pixie’s voice, her words no doubt designed to embarrass him. “What, the viagra wasn’t good enough? You’re going to have to talk to yer man about that, love… Those were top of the range,” he grinned in response, shooting her a wink. Robert Sheehan did not do embarrassment. At least, not in public he didn’t… “Must be your fault. All those granny knickers and onesies have made him permanently flacid.”

It wasn’t exactly the most normal conversation to be having in front of a pub – and while completely sober, he mentally added – but there was very little normal about anything they’d said to each other so far in their short lived friendship. “Now, how about we get a few drinks in you and sort that out, eh darling?” Once the gap between them was bridged, Rob threw his arm around her shoulders, directing her through the doors of the pub. “You alright now? No more of that vomiting and snotting or whatever it was?”

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Although Pix has chosen to ignore Rob's first attempts to throw playful insults at her, there was no way she was going to let that continue all night without throwing a few back at him. He needed a taste of his own medicine, right? This particular thing wasn't something many people knew of Pixie. To most, she came off as a sweet, playfully innocent little girl. Literally little, considering that was how she got her name. Though her name was Victoria, her mother had called her Pixie since she was young, because she was just so tiny, and adorable. She was those things, yes, but unless you were close to her, you wouldn't know that she was full of sarcasm, and vulgarity. Both of which she intended to let take on their full effect tonight. 

As they entered through the doors of the pub, Pixie took a moment to look around at her surroundings. It was your typical English pub, fully equipped with mass amounts of beer, and screaming Football fans. Searching for a moment, Pixie found spotted two seats at the bar, and quickly took the opportunity to grad the stools. "This alright?" She asked him, placing her hand on his arm, removing it from her shoulders as she sat on the stool. So much for waiting for his answer. She didn't really care where he wanted to sit, or where they sat, in general. She just wanted a drink, quickly. The fact that she had been sick, and had to do nothing but lay in bed and listen to her managers ramble off bullshit about how she needed to get back in the studio soon, really made a beer sound like a taste of gold right now. 

Settling herself into her seat, she turned to the bartender and ordered two beers." First rounds on me, yeah?" Speaking loudly over the screaming crowd, she nodded in the direction of where Rob had sat next to her. "Suppose I shouldn't be coming out if I had snot still running from my nose." As she finished speaking, she ran the back of her hand across her face, and then quickly put her arm out in front of herself, almost touching his chest. Leaning forward a bit, she wiped her hand on his chest, and locked eyes with his. Despite there being nothing on her hand, she wanted to see his reaction. If he reacted badly, the tone for the night probably wouldn't be something she would enjoy, but she was up for anything. 

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So, today I can drink a whole two liters of Vodka....

Right? I mean.. it is St. Patty's Day.

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Heart Cry - Pixie Lott

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Taking Advantage || Robert & Pixie

If anyone asked Robert Sheehan what the worst pain in the world was, he would easily tell them that it was toothache. He had tried absolutely everything from gargling salt water to rinsing his mouth with whiskey but, in the end up, his only solution had been to resort to over the counter painkillers. Granted, there had been a fair bit of codeine in the painkillers and he had taken three times the intended dosage which was either going to fix the problem or knock him out entirely and, by the time he took the pills, he had reached the point where either of those options were still favourable to this awful pain.

With that being said, he hadn’t quite imagined he was going to end up talking to Pixie Lott and rambling about superheroes and hair and he was pretty sure he had accused her of sexually harrassing him at one point, though he could never be quite sure. He talked a load of rubbish at the best of times, never mind when he was off his face on painkillers. Still, it had given him an excuse to get out of the house and actually socialise with someone new for once and, well, Pixie was a good looking girl – he would have been stupid to turn down the chance. And so, now that he was sure he wasn’t going to punch someone for simply being in the vicinity of him while he was in pain, he had actually managed to leave the house and, throwing on a hoodie and his leather jacket, he headed to one of the quieter pubs in the Soho area. He imagined that he and Pixie had very different haunts in terms of places for a night out but you couldn’t really go wrong with your typical English pub, could you?

Jumping the tube, he made sure he was there in time enough to fit in a cigarette before heading inside. Nicotine and alcohol, he figured, was just as good a painkiller as anything else.

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Finally, after much argument with her internal self, and everyone she worked for, Pixie was finally feeling like she could actually leave her bedroom. Though, she had while she was sick, she honestly hadn't felt the need to work, or to do anything, really, except eat. She always wanted to eat, even when there was snot pooring out of her nose. She was such a workaholic, but it seemed as she aged, her ability to just take time to herself, and relax, had become more and more apparent in her work ethic. Of course, she still worked her ass off, and she was still in the process of writing, and recording her newest album, but when she had somehow managed to catch a nasty cold, she didn't care one bit about what her managers, or team wanted her to do. 

How she had managed to meet someone new, who she didn't just see as another acquaintance that she would only see every now and then at an event, literally boggled her mind. She was always incredibly open to making new friends, and doing/trying new things, but it seems that when she was working on a new album, it was always hardest for her to do anything that wasn't work related. Lucky for her, she had gotten sick, and met the kid she had always giggled about when she saw him on the telly. Not that he wasn't attractive, or that his existence was something to laugh at, it was just that she had always remembered him being the funny invincible guy, from Misfits. It also had a lot to do with the fact that her cousin had always pointed out his overly expressive eyebrows, and at one point, that was all they called him. She was easily amused. 

Not even sure what was going to happen today, or how this event had come about, she wasn't going to say no to a pub trip, and an attractive guy. She had been out of the social scene for far too long. Not thinking much of what she looked like, or what she was wearing, Pixie made her way to the pub she was directed to meet Robert at, and as she neared the entrance, she saw him standing outside. "Ah. Know where I can get any little red boxed pills?" She asked out loud, her words loud as she spoke from a bit down the street from where he was standing. 

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  I’m not constantly on drugs, for Christ’s sake. It was a one time thing! And it was needed… I think any time spent in my company is a good idea. ANY time. That is just….that is fucking beautiful, Pixie. Tell me how you’re single with such a sexy claim. Next you’re going to tell me that you wear a onesie and granny knickers to bed… You know, what? Don’t tell me.

I’d like to see you try… See? I told you. Tony’s just a twat with a big bank balance. Plus, his bird’s not exactly a looker. Gwyneth Paltrow isn’t very exciting, is she? Well… right, I’ll give you that one. I’m a super hero, just bloody accept it! For God’s sake this is Misfits all over. I am a superhero and I’ll have a non-super mate to fill the quota.

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JUST a one time thing, huh? So, what happens if you get another toothache? Should I stop harassing you? No? Is it getting me anywhere? Good. Hey, if I wore a onesie and granny knickers to bed, it would be damn sexy. Just because I have snot all over my face though, doesn't mean I'm not pulling in all the fella's Grandads and youngin's. Cougars are all the rage these days, yeah? Don't you find that sort of thing attractive anyways, ya granny fucka.

Don't tempt me, dear boy. I can pack a punch! Damn you. You got me again. Pepper isn't all that bad... I mean, she's got... No, never mind, I've got nothing for that one. You win. I can't just accept it! Besides, you only played someone with super powers. And really, who wants immortality as a super power anyways. You're not getting away with this one. You might as well just crown me queen of super hero skeptics, because I want my damn tiara!