beggin’ on my knees,

baby won’t you please,

run your fingers through my hair

my oh my, whiskey and rye, don’t it make you feel so fine

right or wrong, don’t it turn you on, can’t you see we’re wastin time,

do you wanna touch,

yah

do you wanna touch me there…

Alice was dreaming. She flailed in her bed, struggling to pummel a wax statue of David Beckham into the ground.

A haze of smoke covered red and blue glowing lights, eerily lighting up the floor beneath Alice’s feet.  With mini tape recorder in hand and press badge flailing in the wind, she struggled to run toward her one true love…

“Oh, is that Posh? Is that Victoria?” Alice quickly became frantic, spotting the woman who, in the year since Paris’s last fashion week winter extravaganza, had become a ‘budding’ fashion icon, and a reality television star in Los Angeles.

“VICTORIA! IT’S ME, ITS ALICE, YOU REMEMBER…?” Alice flung herself in front of the great and wonderous Beckham, who looked more like a giant chunk of melting wax at every event, but she was quickly hoisted up and away by two burly security men. “OH, YOU’RE BUSY!” she mimicked a series of things which the Spice Girl tried to interpret, but seemed to say “you’re busy on your ipod..blackpod..blueberry..either way, call me later with it…”

The arrival of Paris fashion week often led to these kinds of anxiety dreams, though she had no idea why they always involved Posh Spice. 

Alice woke up with a hangover.  Her legs dangled off the end of the bed and a bottle of wine was still clutched in her hand.

Beside her, Shane slept with a cigarette in her mouth, ready to be lit upon waking.

Alice groaned.  In the kitchen, she could hear voices. 

“Darlings, do shut up!” She shouted. “I’m trying to sleep…”

“Huh? Wha?” Shane flew awake, wondering who she was sleeping next to. When she spotted Alice, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Cheers, cheers…” Noticing that she had awoken next to Alice phased her not; she nodded, then fumbled with a lighter.

Alice came flying into the kitchen, not moments after Dana’s new girlfriend—some odd woman named Tonya—had proposed to her.