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“What the fuck?”
“Stevie Nicks, living legend. ‘24 Karat Gold,’ her new album. Best album of 2014.”
“Sounds like a lose - lose situation.” Nikolai mused back, the sarcasm equal in his voice. He wasn’t exactly confident in his pool abilities — never remembering playing before that night. “You wanna play straight or eight?” He questioned as he rounded the table towards the pit.
“One goes bankrupt, the other gets richer by, if they’re lucky, fifty bucks. I’m going to agree with you there,” Cal jested, smirking slightly at the thought of the situation. Walking over to the rack, he took a pool cue in his hands then returned to the stranger. “I’ll go with eight,” he replied.
“No, not — not yet. You … still have time to catch up.” He stammered out. “I guess I have to check her out then … I’ve heard of her, so.”
“Oh, thank god. I’d assume they haven’t said anything about a release date, either?” Cal questioned, tilting his head. “Fuck yeah! You’ll have to let me know if you need a recommendation – I’m pretty sure I can recite all of her discography by heart now... I can’t tell whether it’s a talent or something too embarrassing to bring up.
“I have never heard of Stevie Nicks, I am sorry.”
“Oh, thank G – wait... you’ve never heard of Stevie Nicks? The eternal romantic? The magical? The sister of the moon?”
No. Album of the year will forever and always be Kidz Bop… I’m sorry I had to! I just wanted to see if your head would explode.
Pfft, head explode? Nah, Kidz Bop is where it’s at. Their covers with curse words that have been changed to words such as ‘fudging’ – true music.
“Nah, I haven’t heard anything. I have heard about a ‘greatest hits’ album that’s in the works but I dunno it’s kinda distasteful when it hasn’t even been a month. If they don’t release the album they’ll probably put some of the songs from Ghost on that.”
“If they do make this ‘greatest hits’ album, I vote you pull a Jefferson Airplane with it,” Cal joked, trying to lighten the mood, hoping Rafferty would get the reference. “A month is a bit too soon, though, I agree.”
“Twins? I’d comment on your miscounting, but I’m more concerned that you think I’m a female… or are we talking non-identical? You know what, this whole conversation is strange,” Danny laughed, shaking his head indulgently. He never had a hard time talking to anyone, but he felt especially comfortable in Cal’s presence — it was dangerous. He once again had to remind himself that Cal wasn’t his anymore, that he wasn’t allowed to think of him in such a fond manner. Maybe Cal had someone else now — the thought was unwelcome and painful, but it was perhaps the wake up call he needed.
“Quintuplets? Is that it?” he questioned, trying to recall the amount of siblings Danny had. “Well, you’ve got the luscious hair...” he trailed off, smirking a bit to insinuate his joke. He already felt as though he was getting too flirty with Danny – Danny whom he’d let go his own way broken things off with already. He didn’t want that, no, because he knew that Danny would have to leave again one day, and he couldn’t bear to go through that pain again. Unfortunately, it was hard not to act in such a manner around Danny; he was the only real love Cal had ever known.
“Gold Dust Woman? Was she in like a 1970′s action movie, because that’s a badass super villain name!”
“Uh... no, but close enough. She was in the 1970′s band – which, albeit, was so dramatic that it was close enough to an action movie, though I like to regard it as a soap opera – Fleetwood Mac. Gold Dust Woman’s a song she wrote on their Rumours album.”
“Who is Stevie Nicks and where is this gold?”
“Wait – you don’t know who Stevie Nicks is?” he asked, genuinely curious. After a brief pause, he decided to answer the male’s other question, “Stevie Nicks is the gold. She’s the gold dust woman – which she, admittedly, regrets now – but still... I mean, I don’t know if that’s what she meant with the album title, but it’s what I’m getting.”
Danny wondered each and every single day how his life would be different if he’d stayed in England. It wasn’t that he hadn’t loved his time in Egypt, his job had been everything he’d dreamed it would be… but it hadn’t been Cal. He’d thought long and hard about whether it’d been worth it, and he’d always managed to reassure himself that it had been, right up until the point he’d bumped back into Cal on the streets of Telluride, and now couldn’t get the boy out of his head. “Attack of the blue-eyed clones?” he snickered, rolling his —very blue— eyes. “That’s a good one,” I’ve missed you, too, he wanted to add, but didn’t.
Whilst Danny was away, Cal had spent far more time alone than he’d ever longed to. While he was good at being alone, and while he was good at biding his time, he’d adjusted to a life in which neither was needed. He had someone he could spend every second with and never get tired of – even through thick and thin. Unfortunately, cruel, cruel fate decided that that wasn’t the pathway it wanted for the two, and Cal couldn’t resent fate more. “I mean, with the exception of Asia, but she’s got the insanely blonde hair. Are you sure you aren’t all twins?” he mused. Noticing nothing further had been said on the subject of missing people, he realized he’d missed his chance to let Danny know how much he’d missed him.
Asia laughed with him, shaking her head slowly side to side. “You — you are such a dork, Cal,” she commented. “If there was an award for the, um — … “Top Stevie Nicks Fan”, it would be you,”
Cal grinned as she laughed along with him, happy his joke was not only suiting to himself. “I cannot count how many times I’ve been called that – I believe the number is infinite by now,” Cal remarked with a smile. “You have just given me the greatest compliment that’s ever existed, I feel like I should write you a thank you letter.”
“I, um, yeah. I — I think they are putting out their new album this year. I’m not … I’m much of a Stevie fan but that is probably cause I haven’t listened to much of her music.”
“Damn – I really need to get myself caught up, if that’s the case. Has the title been released? Well, I may be biased to my queen, but I’m under the assumption that everyone who’ll listen will love her.”
“I-I’m sorry, I believe our taste in music isn’t the slightest bit close.”
“...Anything but ‘I don’t like Stevie Nicks,’ anything.”
Nikolai couldn’t help but smile weakly as the other joked. “I can relate to that in a way.” His parents were loaded yet, he tried to accept as little from them as he could. “Nikolai. Nice to meet you.” He spoke bluntly, nodding.
“Two broke guys gambling against each other – there’s something you don’t see everyday,” Cal replied, sarcasm apparent in his tone. Had they been betting, he likely would’ve pulled the cinematic cliche of betting everything, everything including the deed to his house. “Nice to meet you, too, Nikolai.”
“You like fleetwood mac, then?”
“Ah, correction – love. I was hoping to catch one of their ‘On With The Show’ concerts, but it hasn’t looked up in my favor so far.”
“Ghost of Christmas Fuck You.” Rafferty grinned. “You know - since we’re Marley’s Ghost.” They album was all recorded, concept art was decided upon and they’d even filmed two and a half music videos. It had been set for release at the end of March - the end of the tour as a surprise, but he hadn’t heard anything from anyone involved since that night.
“Yeah, Rafferty, I got the reference,” Cal laughed as the other man gave him an unnecessary explanation of the title. “Have you heard anything on it recently?” he asked, switching from an amused demeanor to one that carried a more serious tone with it.