The walls of the rooms were dull and faded, remains of posters lining the walls here and there. It wasn't an overly huge room, only containing pieces of wood and other assortments of strange items that were used as music instuments. The floor below was cold and worn, the only remaining evidence of exsistance were the strange wads of stuff that were stubbornly glued to the floor and refused to part company. They were a dull colour that almost seamlessly blended with the dull colouring of the floor.
The door to the Heartbreak Hotel's music room opened, closing behind the figure that emerged from behind it. The blonde woman stood surveying the room critically before moving in amongst the junk.
"Now where did tha' wee lass put it?"
A distinctive, and harsh, Scottish accent left the mouth of the blonde woman as she ferreted through the junk.
"She put it 'ere. Ah nae she did. Ah saw her with me own two eyes" she continued, mumbling to herself. "Oooor wait 'till ah get me 'ands on 'er..."
The woman stood up, holding a plank of wood in her hands, surveying it. She snorted indignantly before discarding it over her shoulder with a flick of her hair. She would find it.
Mustapha, not feeling particularly entertained by the tongue olympics being performed by a certain dreamer and his bad arsed babe, decided to go for a quick stroll through the heartbreak.
As she passed the music room she heard some grumbling and loud clanks and clutters, a sure sign that someone was scavenging for something... something could mean anything from an instrument or their way into a certain someone's pants. She stood for a while and listened. Shrugging, she took a chance and walked on in, hoping not to find anything R rated.
"Meatloaf, watcha doing?" She sighed with relief when she saw the blond scot, nearly missing a stray plank that flew her way.
Meat nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of another voice behind her. She turned slowly towards the door, her eyes falling upon the pink haired bassist standing just inside the room.
Meat placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at the girl standing in front of her.
"Ah'm fine," she said, glaring slightly. "Were yer ever told not tae sneak up on somebody?" she questioned, taking one step closer. "Yer coulda give me a heart attack!" she continued, now standing directly in front of the girl. She gave one last look before turning away.
"Seeing as yer here," she spoke over her shoulder. "Yer can gimme a hand wit' shiftin' this stuff, Mustapha," she continued, handing another long plank of wood to the young girl. "Jus' stick it over there hen."
"Were yer ever told not tae sneak up on somebody?"
"No..." Mustapha replied... what kind of person tells you that?
"Yer coulda give me a heart attack!"
Mustapha smiled cheekishly, "Well... maybe... the only thing binging you closer to a heart attack is beer... and you certainly have enough of that for me to give you a jolt." She replied quickly, grinning.
"Yer can gimme a hand wit' shiftin' this stuff, Mustapha,"
Mustapha grabbed the heavy plank of wood and swayed a little. She stared at it awkwardly, "er...sure... why are we shifting exactly?" She groaned, swinging it over to where Meat indicated, her body giving way at the weight of the plank and falling to her knees.
"Well... maybe... the only thing binging you closer to a heart attack is beer... and you certainly have enough of that for me to give you a jolt."
" Oh hardy har har." Meat said dryly, rolling her eyes in a dramatic fashion. " Ah'll 'ave yer nae tha' Ah'm sober fer once!" she growled, bending down and pawing through a pile of scrap tin metal then letting out a hiss of frustration and giving the pile a sharp kick with her boot, sending the bits of metal flying.
"er...sure... why are we shifting exactly?"
The blond woman paused from lifting another plank of wood and turned around with a sigh.
" Yer nae the instrument that' Brit had made?" she asked in a slightly choked up voice. " The one 'e had worked sae hard on before he..."
"For once!" Mustapha exclaimed with a large grin, "Ah well, I don't mind, you're funny when you're drunk." She laughed a little before almost jumping out of her skin when Meat kicked a large pile of metal. "woah..." She sighed, panting a little at the shock.
" Yer nae the instrument that' Brit had made? The one 'e had worked sae hard on before he..."
Mustapha glaced up from her feet and looked at Meat's distant face. "Oh..." She said softly, getting up and walking over to Meatloaf who wasn't moving anymore, she patted Meat's back comfortingly and leaned her head on her shoulder for a moment. "I haven't seen it... but I'll help you look for it if you want?" She said softly, glancing up at the blonde before looking around the room.