Just because I can (Deirdre, Flynn, Caitlin)

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"Uhm...blue?" Flynn said, scratching his head and looking hopeful.

"No!" Deirdre said, bouncing happily. "Only three more guesses, come on!"

"Red?"

"You already said that one! Two more!"

"Oh! Purple!" Flynn looked like he MUST have gotten it this time.

"Noooooo, come ON, Flynn!"

"Yellow?!" Flynn asked, looking slightly worried.

"EW! And also HAH! You LOSE! They're-" But Deirdre was cut off in her gloating but the ringing of her phone. Which she answered hurriedly. "Hellloooo, Deirdre's phone, Deirdre speaking!"

"Didi!" Caitlin cried happily.

"Mam!" Deirdre cried just as happily. Flynn looked slightly traumatised.

"How is my little rock star baby doing!?" Caitlin asked dramatically.

"Fine! Flynn and I are playing 'Guess my knickers!' It's great! By the way, Flynnyface, read 'em and weep." Deirdre dropped trou and revealed her rather shiny gold knickers which read 'All that Glitters is not Gold' across the bum which she shook for effect and Flynn immediately squeaked and hid his face.

Deirdre pulled up her pants as her mother said, "Your father and I used to play 'guess my knickers'."

"EW! No, Mam! No going to the bad place. How's my kissy wissy widdle Moira girl!?"

"Fantastic! She did the cutest thing earlier, I really must tell you about it. You see she...oh...oh, my dearest darling I am SO sorry, but I really must dash. There's a call on the other line. Business, you know. Kisses!" And Caitlin hung up. Deirdre didn't look annoyed though, she just giggled and stowed the phone back in her pocket.

Flynn was staring at her. "Wow. I could hear her."

"Yeah, she's LOUD, huh?!"

"Not..unlike you. Your mother is crazy then?" Flynn asked, eyebrows raised.

"Oh totally."

"By the by, I find your knickers to be vexing."

"Most men do. Mostly because two women get in to them."

"Er..." Flynn was flustered by that. "I only meant that they said 'All that Glitters is not Gold' but uhm...they are. Why do you have ironic knickers?"

Deirdre stared at Flynn for a moment before throwing the earphones from her iRiver at him.

"Help, help, I'm being attacked!" Flynn shrieked, racing away from her as Deirdre giggled and gave chase.

Yeah. The life of a rock star was totally hard core. And their film crew had gotten nearly the entire thing on film. Wouldn't the DVD be lovely?!