JASMINE ALLEY: THE BILL SLASH FICTION

Jasmine Alley : The Lockup : Eleanor B : Locker Room Gossip

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TITLE:         Locker Room Gossip
AUTHOR:        Eleanor B.
RATING:        PG-13
ARCHIVE:       Yes
DISCLAIMERS:   Someone else owns them...and while ownership is tempting I
               just couldn't keep up with the overtime payments
THANKS TO:     All the wonderful authors on this list who've encouraged me to
               have a go myself.

COMMENTS: This is in lieu of an intro 'cos I'd rather write about them than
myself. Nah, really it was just an execuse to write the last line (well
a girl can dream can't she). And apologies to any Liverpudlians on the list

Locker Room Gossip
By Eleanor B.

Voices start just as he turns into the corridor.

"I like 'is 'air."

Since Polly Page hasn't changed her hairstyle since about 1980, her
preferences don't really count for much.

He pushes his wayward fringe back for the umpteenth time today, leans
against the wall outside the women's locker room and listens.

"D'you think he's got a girlfriend?"

"Well you never actually see him with anyone."

The second voice is as familiar as the first, June Ackland. Typical
uniform, always gossiping; though with these two it sounds more like a
mother/daughter chat. Still gossip is always good currency in the
canteen. He stays a little longer, sipping at the already half-cold tea
he's brought with him.

"Aww, per'aps, he's shy."

"Shy! I've never met a man so..." June's next words are lost in a slamming
of locker doors.



"I think he's cute, I like it when he pouts."



June's snort of laughter would be a real kick in the balls if the bloke was
listening. "He's one of those that could have gone either way. A bit bent."
June continues with an obvious smirk in her voice.

Polly laughs out loud. She's got a cackle like John Lydon when she really
gets going, just like that bit at the beginning of 'Anarchy in the UK'.

No, I mean could have as easily been a villain as a copper." June's trying
to justify herself now, but not enough that he can't still hear the smile.



"Nah, I fink you were right the first time?" There's a slight pause, Polly's
obviously still grinning. "Know what? I reckon he spends his spare time
slumming it in biker bars."

"Biker bars?" June sounds distracted, like she's found a knot in her tights
or something.

"You know, all that leather and butch blokes with tattoos. Suit him down to
the ground that would."

"You think he really is gay then?"

"Dunno. Yeah, 'as to be. You've seen 'ow  he looks at ..." It's quiet, as
if she's mouthing the name rather than saying it out loud. There's a long
pause. "Pity really."

It's only later, as he's squeezing into a pair of black leather jeans, that
show off his best assets, Rod realises Polly might just have been talking
about him.


Fin..

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	Jasmine Alley : The Lockup : Eleanor B : Locker Room Gossip
		Feedback to: eleanorb@pavilion.co.uk TITLE: Locker Room Gossip AUTHOR: Eleanor B. RATING: PG-13 ARCHIVE: Yes DISCLAIMERS: Someone else owns them...and while ownership is tempting I just couldn't keep up with the overtime payments THANKS TO: All the wonderful authors on this list who've encouraged me to have a go myself. COMMENTS: This is in lieu of an intro 'cos I'd rather write about them than myself. Nah, really it was just an execuse to write the last line (well a girl can dream can't she). And apologies to any Liverpudlians on the list Locker Room Gossip By Eleanor B. Voices start just as he turns into the corridor. "I like 'is 'air." Since Polly Page hasn't changed her hairstyle since about 1980, her preferences don't really count for much. He pushes his wayward fringe back for the umpteenth time today, leans against the wall outside the women's locker room and listens. "D'you think he's got a girlfriend?" "Well you never actually see him with anyone." The second voice is as familiar as the first, June Ackland. Typical uniform, always gossiping; though with these two it sounds more like a mother/daughter chat. Still gossip is always good currency in the canteen. He stays a little longer, sipping at the already half-cold tea he's brought with him. "Aww, per'aps, he's shy." "Shy! I've never met a man so..." June's next words are lost in a slamming of locker doors. "I think he's cute, I like it when he pouts." June's snort of laughter would be a real kick in the balls if the bloke was listening. "He's one of those that could have gone either way. A bit bent." June continues with an obvious smirk in her voice. Polly laughs out loud. She's got a cackle like John Lydon when she really gets going, just like that bit at the beginning of 'Anarchy in the UK'. No, I mean could have as easily been a villain as a copper." June's trying to justify herself now, but not enough that he can't still hear the smile. "Nah, I fink you were right the first time?" There's a slight pause, Polly's obviously still grinning. "Know what? I reckon he spends his spare time slumming it in biker bars." "Biker bars?" June sounds distracted, like she's found a knot in her tights or something. "You know, all that leather and butch blokes with tattoos. Suit him down to the ground that would." "You think he really is gay then?" "Dunno. Yeah, 'as to be. You've seen 'ow he looks at ..." It's quiet, as if she's mouthing the name rather than saying it out loud. There's a long pause. "Pity really." It's only later, as he's squeezing into a pair of black leather jeans, that show off his best assets, Rod realises Polly might just have been talking about him. Fin.. Comments to eleanorb@pavilion.co.uk

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