Scream If Ya Wanna Go Faster
by 
DerekH
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Posted: Friday, September 24, 2004 Word Count: 366 Summary: Just a bit of slightly sick fun...couldn't resist doing my own "Rock" piece, and all Andrea's Fairground stuff put the theme in my head. |
Scream If Ya Wanna Go Faster
“Scream if ya wanna go faster!” The high pitched voice echoes from the loud-speaker.
The riders obey “Yeaargh!”
“I said SCREAM if ya wanna go faster!”
“YEEAARGH!”
“Alright, here we go.”
Racey’s “Some Girls Will” blasts out as the Waltzer kicks up a gear.
Johnny B rides the wooden waves, he’s always on his feet; rock solid, statuesque in black leather. His pork-chop side-burns extend all the way to his serious mouth, pointing at the ever present roll-up that he made with one hand; the other never leaving his pocket. He’s looking for the screamers.
Janey spins, head back, long blonde hair streaming. She doesn’t scream. She just loves to ride. Her friend Amy screams, loudest of all; mouth agape, eyes on fire, hands in the air. These two always ride together. Amy loves to let it go. Janey loves to hear Amy scream.
Johnny B aint happy. He casually steps off the spinning track onto the centre island, and winks at the controller. He waits and watches; he knows which one he’s after. The spinning cars streak past, he’s looking for the purple one. It blurs by once…twice… third time, he leaps from the island, lands on both boots, and grabs the back of the car.
“Scream if ya wanna go faster girls.”
Amy lets rip, emptying her lungs. Janey lifts her head, her eyes fix on Johnny under heavy lids. He can see she’s not gonna play.
“Not fast enough for ya darlin’?”
“Fuck off, Gypo! You’re spoiling the thrill.”
Johnny takes the roll-up from his mouth, allows one corner of his lips to turn into a snide smile, then flicks the stub out into the night. With the same hand he spins the car, and catches it again, stopping it dead. He leans over between the two girls and slowly brings the other hand out of his pocket.
“I said scream if ya wanna go faster.”
Amy obliges again, throwing her head back. Janey sees the blade glinting in the multi-coloured light, pressing gently on Amy’s soft neck. Johnny B spins the car.
Janey screams.
“Alright!” howls the controller, and pulls the lever to full speed.
“Scream if ya wanna go faster!” The high pitched voice echoes from the loud-speaker.
The riders obey “Yeaargh!”
“I said SCREAM if ya wanna go faster!”
“YEEAARGH!”
“Alright, here we go.”
Racey’s “Some Girls Will” blasts out as the Waltzer kicks up a gear.
Johnny B rides the wooden waves, he’s always on his feet; rock solid, statuesque in black leather. His pork-chop side-burns extend all the way to his serious mouth, pointing at the ever present roll-up that he made with one hand; the other never leaving his pocket. He’s looking for the screamers.
Janey spins, head back, long blonde hair streaming. She doesn’t scream. She just loves to ride. Her friend Amy screams, loudest of all; mouth agape, eyes on fire, hands in the air. These two always ride together. Amy loves to let it go. Janey loves to hear Amy scream.
Johnny B aint happy. He casually steps off the spinning track onto the centre island, and winks at the controller. He waits and watches; he knows which one he’s after. The spinning cars streak past, he’s looking for the purple one. It blurs by once…twice… third time, he leaps from the island, lands on both boots, and grabs the back of the car.
“Scream if ya wanna go faster girls.”
Amy lets rip, emptying her lungs. Janey lifts her head, her eyes fix on Johnny under heavy lids. He can see she’s not gonna play.
“Not fast enough for ya darlin’?”
“Fuck off, Gypo! You’re spoiling the thrill.”
Johnny takes the roll-up from his mouth, allows one corner of his lips to turn into a snide smile, then flicks the stub out into the night. With the same hand he spins the car, and catches it again, stopping it dead. He leans over between the two girls and slowly brings the other hand out of his pocket.
“I said scream if ya wanna go faster.”
Amy obliges again, throwing her head back. Janey sees the blade glinting in the multi-coloured light, pressing gently on Amy’s soft neck. Johnny B spins the car.
Janey screams.
“Alright!” howls the controller, and pulls the lever to full speed.