Monster Band Part Six: Peri the Drider (special preview)

Peri and I both consider each other asexual. Not to say we haven’t done anything together sexually, it just takes us a lot to get to that point. We’re still romantic and a couple in every sense of the word. We just get a kick out of the horrible sexual tension between Penny and Arlo. The two are obviously in love, have been forever, and they keep ignoring and tip-toeing around it like idiots. Even Penny’s daughter Bibi knows better than they do.

I sigh. “Also, if they two of them don’t hook up I have to buy Bibi a car and I can’t afford that.”

“I’m glad you at least see it.” Peri leans in the doorway, watching me as I strum my guitar. He sighs softly and closes his eyes. Taking a deep breath I can tell he’s weighing all his options. By the time he’s let his breath out, he’ll have come to his conclusion.

“I think I’ll meet with Arlo,” he says.

“Good,” I grin up at him. 

Peri smirks at me and adjusts his glasses. “You don’t mind having a rock star as a partner, do you?”

“I don’t mind now, do I?” I smirk up at him.

I’m not able to go with Peri to meet Arlo like I had hoped. I had to go into work that day to cover for one of my coworkers. I didn’t have to bust my butt like I used to, but I still enjoyed working and earning my own way even if Peri could take care of of both of us. I was working at a small music studio where I would teach music classes to kids.

During my lunch break I gave Peri a call, half expecting him to sound angry and exasperated. 

“How’s it all going?” I asked him.

“Penny and Arlo finally hooked up.” He says triumphantly.

“Oh good,” I sigh and slouch in my seat. “How’d you find out?”

“It’s wrotten all over their faces like kids who snuck and ate all the pudding.” He chuckles and I hear a door closing behind him. “How’s work?”

“Fine. And not why I called,” I scoff. “How did the talk with Arlo go?”

“We’re meeting with the others soon.”

I gasp. “That’s so great! Pope and Gibbs and Desi? All of them?”

“Yeah.” Peri sounds hesitant.

“Oh,” I murmur. “Nyx too?”