A Tiny Segue, before Meg moves on to Renfield

Meg rolled her eyes and glanced at her watch.   They still had to talk to the the drummer, that odd, blank-faced bass player, and the keyboard player (where the hell is HE, she wondered,) not to mention the crime scene techs who had actually examined the body already. She doubted Ebola knew anything about the murder, and he was too busy celebrating his own fetid charisma to tell her much about the victim, not while he was standing there thinking of ways to present himself as the center of the circumstances. Still, maybe if she let him think he’d gotten a rise out of her, he’d be willing to show off a little for Octavio.

“I’ve had enough of this guy,” she said curtly.  “Octavio, could I ask you to wrap things up with young Mr. Glasser here, so I can speak to some of the others?”

She turned away so they wouldn’t see her smirking a little, as Ebola tried to suppress his surprise over the fact that she knew his last name. The Sparkling Douchebags collectively, and specifically Ebola, aka Mitchell David Glasser, were not exactly household names, but apparently the longwinded late night deejay – a guy well past 40 who volunteered to man the local college station during odd times, when no college kids were interested – was a big fan. A few weeks ago, upon learning that they’d be playing in the area, he had devoted several hours – or maybe it had just seemed that long – rambling on and on about the band, their first album, their history before Baby of Shame arrived on the scene, their roots in west-coast glam rock and punk, and way more about their relationship to vampire culture than Meg had ever thought she’d care to know. Now she was actually glad that she hadn’t sprung for satellite radio in her car, and that the overnight gasbag’s show was the only thing she’d been able to pick up on her drive home in those pre-dawn hours.

Ebola checked himself, and made a point of glancing at Meg as she walked away.

“You hittin’ that?” he asked Lopez.

In the months since Wallace had taken early retirement and Octavio had been assigned to work with Meg, he’d heard that question so often he was bored with it.  He knew it didn’t faze his partner; he’d rarely met a woman who was so unconcerned with, possibly even unaware of,  her own good looks.  Glasser wasn’t stupid, and probably wasn’t as vulgar as he pretended to be – something about his diction and posture spoke of an urge to rebel against an affluent upbringing – but he was a performer, and a young performer, at that. Now that Baby of Shame was out of the way, thought Lopez, he was revelling in his chance to monopolize the spotlight. If he did know anything useful, he’d have a hard time keeping it to himself, but he might not be above embellishing the facts in order to appear more important.

“You may find, as you gain more life experience, that if you speak to women with respect, you may actually have more opportunities to enjoy their company, rather than merely talking as though you do.”

 

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~ by maryjblog on March 30, 2012.

2 Responses to “A Tiny Segue, before Meg moves on to Renfield”

  1. Love this! I’m glad you mentioned the Sirius radio, I wasn’t sure if we were setting this back in the 80s or today.

  2. As I’m seeing it, it’s set in the early 21st century. The Douchebags are kind of second generation neopunkers (the kids in their early to mid-20s who worship the Sex Pistols , the Dead Kennedys, The New York Dolls, but were too young to have seen them,) people like Meg are old enough to have older siblings who have seen them, but as we know, probably haven’t, and the old hangers-on from that generation – the late-night gasbag dj’s and Benny Jackasses of the world, are well, old hangers-on.) I’m thinking Meg’s in her early 30s but young-looking, Octavio’s 10-15 years older?

    That post is only really half-finished, but I got sleepy and wasn’t able to decide if Meg was going to talk to Micro next, or the Irish bartender Tranny Boy, or if she was going to realize that Renfield skipped out with some underaged-looking girl (you know how that turns out.) Can u work around all that, ya think?

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