Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Velvet Rope

[froodle]

A line of shivering would-be patrons snaked all the way down Front Street, starting at the velvet rope outside the Eerie Fiscotheque Seafood Grill and Dance Hall and ending a little beyond City Hall. The windows of parked cars pulsed to the sound of The Hues Corporation’s “Rock the Boat” and from behind the hulking betentacle’d bouncers colourful strobe lights dazzled the waiting crowd.

In the dank alley behind Eerie’s most happening (and only) nightclub, Melanie Monroe balanced precariously on a Jenga-esque tower of overturned trash cans, shopping carts and milk crates. She carried a torch between her teeth and was currently trying to wedge a grappling hook into the grate covering a small window set high in the grey wall. On the ground below, Janet applied successive layers of duct tape to the makeshift siege tower in a futile attempt to stave off it’s inevitable collapse.

The iron claws caught, and held. Melanie let out a muted exclamation of triumph, stepped back, and set off an avalanche of sheet metal that almost decapitated Janet.

“Sorry!” she called down, pocketing the flashlight and clinging to the security grill like a black-clad toddler on the world’s most unsanitary monkey bars.

Janet’s answering glare was mercifully lost in the shadows.

Melanie’s booted feet found fresh purchase in the plastic orange child-seat of a rusted-out supermarket trolley. She peered through the grimy glass, her eyes narrowed as she tried to make sense of the frantic scene.

“Oh, come on!” she said, throwing her arms out in disgust and nearly toppling backwards.

“What?” asked Janet, craning her neck upwards even though the little window was at least ten feet over her head.

“Marshall got in!” said Melanie. “I can’t get past the velvet rope but he can?”

“You’re kidding me,” said Janet, and immediately felt guilty.

Melanie had no such compunctions.

“Right?” she said. “He’d better be waiting tables or something.”

“He’s probably undercover,” said Janet. “Checking for weirdness in the Fishco Inferno chef’s special or whatever.”

“Well, okay,” said Melanie. “As long as he’s not having any fun without us.” She brightened. “Oh, his sister just showed up! She probably got him past the doorman. I feel better now.” Her bottom lip pushed out as she considered. “Syndi really likes her fancy headbands, huh?”

She began playing out the rope attached to the grappling hook, abseiling down the shifting pile of detritus.

“Okay,” she said. “This is the plan: we tie this rope to the back of your car. Then we wait until the bouncers let the next lot of people in. Then, while everyone’s focussed on getting inside, we gun it down Front Street and rip the safety bars out. Then we sneak in there and dance the night away!”

Janet looked up at the tiny window. She looked at the bedraggled queue of would-be party-goers. She looked at her car, freshly waxed and polished and gleaming in the gloom of the alley.

“I don’t actually like disco music,” she said.

“Neither do I,” said Melanie. “But that leviathan on the door wouldn’t let me past, so now I really, really want to get in there.”

“Okay,” said Janet, pulling out two sticks of gum and passing one to her companion. “Let’s go break into a fish-smelling dance club out of spite.”

Melanie gave her two thumbs up.




Janet

A Ghost in Pink by froodle; Janet's family during the year she was Lost

Jogging by froodle, in which Janet Donner adapts to life in regular Eerie

Plans by froodle, in which Janet Donner deals with Daylight Savings Time yet again

DST by froodle, in which there is a lighthouse

Figurehead by froodle, in which Lake Eerie's ghost pirates encounter the lighthouse





Teller Family History

First Date by froodle, in which a young Edgar Teller shows off one of his earlier inventions

Popcorn by froodle. Friday night is always movie night in the Teller household.

The Teller Home for Displaced Youth by froodle, in which Edgar harbours some doubts about his new home town

Lawn by froodle, in which Marilyn Teller contemplaces some yardwork

Tornado Day, Revisited by froodle, in which Syndi learns exactly what it means to be Miss Tornado Day

Wildlife by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the beach

Culinary Delights by froodle, in which Syndi's terrible cooking may or may not have been an accident

Camping by froodle, in which Syndi cannot sleep

Artist in the Family by froodle, in which an immortal creature takes a liking to Syndi

Without Due Care and Attention by froodle, in which Syndi finally becomes mobile

Waiting In by froodle, in which there is an ice-storm and a handyman does not arrive

Brunch by froodle, in which Marilyn does not appreciate Edgar's help in the kitchen

Handmade by froodle, in which the Tellers receive a Christmas package from Marilyn's mother

Poor Life Choices by froodle, in which Syndi loves her brother anyway

Lillian by froodle, in which Marilyn's mother has concerns

Visitor by froodle, in which Marshall's grandma comes to stay

Nap by froodle, in which Marshall has a quiet moment in the Secret Spot

Fresh Sheets by froodle

Tradition by froodle, in which Dash and Marshall decorate a Christmas tree

Hometown by froodle, in which Mars and Syndi visit New Jersey

Comments

[deifire]

Oh, I love this! <3

[froodle]

<3 yay!

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

this is so perfect!!

[froodle]

Thank you :D