This is the last chapter for the twins.
I won't insult your intelligence by saying that before reading part four, you ought to read parts one, two, and three (in that order!) Nope, not going to say it.
Seriously though, read the first three goddamn parts so you know what the hell is going on in the story!
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DENMARK, FOUR MONTHS BEFORE JEFF RETURNS TO AMERICA
It was almost midnight, and Jeff was exhausted. He had played his heart out on the drums tonight, and the crowd had been really intense. He loved a good crowd, because it made for such an electric show. But it sure did wear him out.
He looked around and observed that his band mates were all pretty drunk. They also were all surrounded by a slew of the typical girls that followed them around from venue to venue, week after week. Often times, and especially recently, Jeff had wanted to unwind alone after a show. He didn't understand how the other guys could go straight from the loud stage and immediately start socializing. Down time was very important to Jeff's sanity.
"Hey, mind if I sit?"
Jeff was jarred out of his daze and back into reality. He looked up for the source of the voice and was pleasantly surprised to see a very nice looking girl standing next to the table where he sat alone. She had short cropped blonde hair, heavy eye makeup, and a nose ring. She had the type of smile that made it seem like she had fifty teeth in her mouth. Jeff also noticed pretty quickly that her breasts were rather, uh, sizable.
"My voice comes from my mouth, which is on my face, which is a few inches higher than my boobs," she said.
"Oh...no! No, I was, uh, just...I wasn't actually looking... Eh, fuck it, you caught me."
"Hey, no worries. It may startle you to know that this very thing has happened to me before."
"That is shocking!"
"You were great tonight, by the way."
"Oh thanks! I've always been good at banging things."
The girl looked at Jeff with one eyebrow raised, terror slowly creeping onto her face.
"Wait, no! I didn't mean...that's not a creepy pick-up line, it just sort of came out of my mouth before my brain could realize it was a very weird thing to say."
The girl half-smiled at Jeff and chuckled as he awkwardly rambled.
"Why don't we start over," she said. "I'm Robyn."
"Jeff," he replied.
"Hi Jeff. So, can I buy you a drink?"
"Eh, no thanks."
"Oh..."
Robyn's face showed that she was a little hurt, and Jeff realized what he had just said.
"But don't go! Won't you sit down? Please? I just don't really drink all that much. But I'd love to hang out."
"If all the rock musicians in the world stood in a line in order based on their suavity, I fear that you would be at the tail end of that line."
She sat in a chair at the opposite side of Jeff's table.
"Or maybe this is just me exhibiting my innocent, boyish charm."
"It is pretty charming, not going to lie. Kind of refreshing too. So far you are definitely way different than I expected."
"I am one of a kind! Well, except for the fact that I'm a twin."
"Oh yeah? That's neat. What's your twin's name? Meff? Heff? Breff?"
"You know, not all twins have rhyming names."
"Interesting."
"Her name's Rachel."
"Oh, she's a she. Didn't expect that."
"Yep. She's my best friend too, even though I haven't seen her in years."
"What does she do?"
"She's in college back in America. She just got out of the Air Force not too long ago."
"That's pretty cool."
"Yeah, I think so too. I'm very proud of her. So anyway, can I ask you a stereotypical ignorant American question?"
"Of course."
"Your accent. I'm struggling to pinpoint it. Are you Australian?"
"Nope."
"Russian?"
"That was a much worse guess than your first one."
"Antarctic-an?'
"Well that's just silly."
"Sorry, I've only ever been to Denmark and America. Not great with accents."
"It's fine, and I'm Scottish."
"Oooh cool! So what brings you to Denmark?"
"I'm a huge fan of Melting Pot and I just had to see you guys live."
"Wow, really?!"
"No."
"Ouch! That wasn't necessary!"
"Haha, yeah sorry. I do think you guys are underrated though. And I'm here with some friends. This is our first country of a four country trip. We're going to Germany, Netherlands, and Belgium after this before heading back to Scotland."
"What brought you here tonight though?"
"Live music and the hopes of a good time. And maybe fate."
Robyn smiled wide at Jeff. He definitely felt a certain chemistry with this girl. They talked for the next hour and a half before finally deciding to leave.
"So are you going to head back to...wherever you and your friends are staying? And speaking of your friends, where are they? You never pointed them out to me."
"Ummmm...good question. I guess they left without telling me."
"Really!? Well that's kind of crappy. Why would they just leave you?"
"Dunno, I guess I'll have to yell at them when I get back to the hotel."
"What hotel? At least let me walk you back."
"No need for that, it's pretty far. I'll, uh, just take a taxi I guess."
"Hmmmm...well, there is another option. I mean, if you wanted to, you know, get into a warm bed sooner, there is one very nearby that I'm sure you could use for the night."
"That is very tempting, but I don't have any pajamas. How will I stay warm?"
"Well, you know, I think I could, uh...I've got something that will, um... Hey Robyn? I really suck at the whole sexy innuendo thing, I'm sorry. Kind of goes along with the whole geekiest drummer in the world thing we talked about earlier."
"Actually, I believe it was all rock musicians, not just drummers."
"Ah. How could I forget."
"Lucky for you, I find geeks sexy as hell. I've run out of sexy innuendo too, so why don't you just take me back to your place and screw me?"
Robyn extended her hand to Jeff, and he eagerly grasped it and led her on the short walk back to his place.
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Sex with Robyn was quite an enjoyable experience for Jeff. Of course, sex is like pizza. Even when it's not the greatest, it's still pretty damn good and hard to mess up too much.
