The Epitomy of Cool

The dusk was fast descending on the hamlet of Little Eaves. While Toby waited for the inevitable he sat calmly picking his nose (this was an almost meditative experience for him and one not to be disturbed) and hummed a little tune to himself in the proces. It sounded rather war torn and creaky but perhaps that was precisely the effect he was going for. One never knew with Toby.
He was a man of many guises and the latest seemed to be Punk with green hair, while simultanously trying out the long suffering Poet look. The result was something of an Irish leprachaun, but this didn't put off the girls at all. On the contrary. And while he hated to admit this, even to himself, the 'girls' were one of his main motives in life.
Of course, he tried out the excuse that really it was all a great By Product of being a Famous Doorstop, but actually it was THE motivating reason behind his sudden leap away from cosmetics design student to Doorstop at the Republik. Not to mention the main reason for founding his Band. It is a well know fact that girls drop their knickers for members of Bands. The days of his playing his lonesome organ in the empty church were so over. Thank goodness.

Anyhow, the Republik was not the worst place one could find oneself in of an evening, espcially in Little Eaves where the only other nightly forays consisted of listening to Old Dove snoring in the roses after one too many drinks or (her tragic demise from Spiritual Turtle to Inebriated Turtle shall be recounted at a later date. Have patience.)....well, let's just say there wasn't much else to do. So the fact that Matt the Mudvark had chosen this dead hole in which to establish his little business was nothing short of a miracle. And like most miracles, it wasn't questioned. Not even once. Face value is a much easier way of accepting things one doesn't understand.

So, people came from far and wide (well, they had to, didn't they? Seeing as hardly anybody actually lived in this far out, sleepy little place) to immerse themselves in the Going Out Lifestyle. This had become a popular pasttime in a Land where the previous excitement consisted of dancing around the Fairy Tree once a Moon. With the entire family).
Was it perhaps the Live Music interspersed with the occasional clumsy but satisfying Fight that did it? Or was it (more likely, seeing as the Music consisted of one very drunk Banjo player with a penchant for country style wailing) the funny coloured drink that made everything seem okay again? We shall never know....all we can know however is that there was shift taking place in society, in which family had become secondary to Coolness and Independence. Big terms that need Capital Letters.

Meanwhile, back to Toby and his fearsome green hair and like coloured boogies.
He was waiting for the night to get entertaining and busy, hoping that Delfinia would be back as she had been yesterday, all high and mighty pretending to ignore him ( he knew when a girl fancied him even if she herself was as yet unaware of this fact).
Lately, you see, she had taken to coming out at nights with the girls from her Gang. Liverwuss was forced to spend more and more time working away from home and this bored her ever so slightly. They were still very much in love but there does come a time when one has to seek one's pleasure's outside the realm of the Home. She had reached such a stage. Now, we are not talking un-monogamous pleasure's here, let us be clear about this. Just because a girl wants some fun with her friends does not mean she is immediatly up for a game of 'let us hop in the sack with Toby'. However much he may think so.

And there she was, resplendant as always in her Pink Tutu. The other girls just faded into non-existence when she was around. She emitted such an aura of come hitherness that he almost drooled at her feet.
Managing to restrain himself admirably though, he merely gave her an Ultra Cool smile and nodded them all in. The Party could begin.