F is (also) for…

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The sixth mess hadn’t hit Tiffany or her pool yet, but it was already beginning to smell very faintly of “everything”, as Nicki had put it. The sixth celebrity stepped onto the stage and stepped into the celebrity pool, wincing a little bit from the stench in Tiffany’s pool.

florence-welch“Florence Welch. This time, I’m the one with the machine though!” Amanda giggled. “You grew up listening to the White Stripes, didn’t you?”

Florence nodded but looked pretty bemused by the comment. “Why?”

“Well, we wanted to give you some white stripes we couldn’t find anything that began with F that fitted the bill.”

“What about ‘foam’?” asked Tiffany.

Amanda shook her head. “No, foam wouldn’t be any good. We’re supposed to be messing you up, not washing you down. Anyway, we also wanted something related to your music, but again, nothing fitted. In the end, we went with this,” she said, pulling the first lever.

The barrel over Tiffany tipped over and doused her in something warm, thick, creamy and very brown. It was also slightly lumpy. As it coursed over the top of her head, it reached her mouth. She bit into the little lump and found it was really soft and incredibly sweet. “Chocolate and… strawberry? Oh, I get it! It’s a Fondue!” she giggled. She leaned back and opened her mouth, letting more of the chocolatey, fruity mix fall onto her. “Delicious!”

“I thought you’d approve somehow. It’s a woman’s dream to get covered in chocolate! Let’s see how Florence likes it,” Amanda grinned as she pulled the lever and dumped the barrelful of Fondue onto the red-haired singer.

Florence hunched her shoulders and squealed as the warm, sloppy mixture hit her on the back of the neck, splattering Fondue into her long locks of ferrous-coloured hair, across her shoulders and down her back. She squirmed as it seeped through her top. A solitary strawberry segment balanced precariously on her nose, ready to drop at any moment. She forced herself to grin as the sustained deluge continued, but all she could think about was how she’d be able to wash it out of her hair – saving her clothes would be a total waste of time and effort. Still, try as she might she couldn’t resist taking the strawberry off the top of her nose and eating it. “Could have been worse, I suppose.”

“You don’t say,” Tiffany smirked, even if underneath the thick layer of muck she was really beginning to enjoy herself. Maybe she was really into the whole mess thing, or perhaps it was a bizarre case of Stockholm Syndrome. It could even have been as basic as no longer caring thanks to the already gratuitous amounts of muck. Perhaps it was simply that the last couple of messes had taken a turn for the delicious. Whatever it was, it was sure better than sitting there dreading the inevitable.

Florence shrugged her shoulders. “Well, when I heard it was the A-Z of Gunge, I had no idea what to expect.”

“Then I’m glad we had no expectations to live up to,” said Amanda. “You know the deal from now?”

As the last few drops of chocolate Fondue splashed onto Florence and Tiffany, the once-flame-haired beauty stood up. “Yeah, I’ve got to go and pose for a picture like this,” she said, heaving a sigh. Her hair was a sticky mess of brown tangles and her outfit was wrecked. It was a far cry from her usual, alternative-style beauty. She stepped out of the pool and walked precariously over to Troy and his camera, squishing a stray piece of fruit under her bare sole. The fruity mash seeped uncomfortably between her toes, making her exhale disgustedly. Still, as soon as she found the fondue pot on the table and posed with it for Troy, she’d be done. She held the pot at an angle under her right arm, revealing its chocolatey contents to the camera. In her left hand she had some pieces of fruit on a skewer. She gave a kooky grin and dipped the fruit delicately into the chocolate in the pot. A flash of light and Florence’s role in the A-Z was done.

Originally I was going to do a cheesy fondue, but PML kind of got in there first. I’ll be back in… Hang on… G, H, I, J, K, L… Wow, that many parts? I guess I should just say “see you in part L” then! I’ll leave part G in TG’s capable hands.

Sorry for my trademark slowness!

About VanillaXSlime

So I'm a WAM author (Suzi's Slop Drop, The Kayotics, The A-Z of Gunge II, Goo Your Own Way, miscellaneous other stuff), the administrator of https://tellygunge.wordpress.com, a fan of metal, punk and gothic music, an occasional cosplayer and bassist. Twitter: https://twitter.com/VanillaXSlime ECG: http://www.ecgunge.net/forums/index.php?showuser=10391 UMD: http://umd.net/profile/vanillaxslime
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