Duke Lethe and the Tangents

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tangents2-75x99In episode 1, readers voted for Abstain. There’s nothing to be gained by prolonging a pointless argument.

Episode 2

Maeve looked between the two men. She could easily see both sides of the issue, but it wasn’t like she could side with both of them.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’m gonna go with Coop on this one,” she said. “I get what you’re saying, Duke, but…”

She trailed off as his face darkened, lips tipping into a frown. Without another word, he turned around and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She heard the bathroom door slam, and her heart sank.

Sextus shook his head. “Truly, the epitome of quiet dignity and grace,” he said. His voice was practically drenched with sarcasm. “If you need me, I’ll be gettin’ dressed.”

He leisurely made his way upstairs, leaving Joanna and Maeve standing alone in the disaster area that used to be the living room. Joanna rubbed her forehead. “I don’t know what to do with those two,” she said. “I swear, one of these days we’re going to come home to a crime scene.”

Maeve nodded. “I can’t tell if they even like each other anymore.”

“Yeah, well, that’s men for you.” With a mighty heave, she righted the sofa. “Go get ready. I’m going to clean up a bit down here.”

“You sure? I can–”

“Yeah. My drums are already in the van and getting dressed is just me throwing on a tank top. You, on the other hand, have a guitar and an amp to pack, and a uniform to change out of.”

She did as she was told. Being a loft apartment, the open stairs led up to a small balcony that overlooked the small kitchen and living room, and from there led to the bathroom and the three bedrooms she, Cooper, Sextus, and Duke occupied. Joanna slept downstairs, having curtained off the section under the balcony for personal use. They were only able to afford such a large space thanks to the generosity of the landlady, a friend of Maeve’s mother.

She entered her bedroom, between Duke’s and the bathroom. It was an organized mess, as she insisted upon calling it, with clothes piled next to her dresser and hundreds of photographs pinned to the cork boards that surrounded it. Next to said dresser were her guitars, a black acoustic and a pink electric.

She checked her appearance in the small mirror that sat atop it. Deciding that her makeup looked fine, she pulled her hair into twin pigtails. She quickly changed into her most comfortable pair of blue jeans and a black blouse.

As she turned to her guitars, a white square poking out from underneath the mirror’s base caught her eye. Curious, she removed it. It was a black and white Polaroid of the other band members resting their head and arms on the back of the sofa, smiling down at her. She remembered taking it several months ago, when they had first moved into the apartment. She were just goofing around, having a good time as she tested her new camera.

She smiled sadly. It wasn’t like that anymore; not between Duke and Sextus, at least. Joanna and Cooper seemed fine, but she could tell that something was bothering

She had tucked it into her back pocket when she heard a knock at the door. Moving quietly, she looked through the hidden peep hole she had drilled when no one was looking.

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