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The entire drive over Holly hasn't stopped talking.
In all fairness that wasn't atypical of their dynamic but that didn't mean Yvonne was keen on the sermon Holly seemed hellbent on delivering.
And sure she could've stopped Holly's well meaning if outdated lecture in it's tracks easily enough.
Only then she'd have to be an active participant in this conversation and she's much more content only half listening while thinking on a particularly tricky transition she's been trying to nail for one of their new songs.
Besides Holly's refrain is pretty much a remix at this point so Yvonne just let's her go on and on and on. Secure and amused, armed as she is with the knowledge of her band-mates' (and by extension any relations significant or otherwise) schedules that she's the only one getting laid tonight.
The delicious irony might be better than the sex itself truth be told.
Which is saying something because for the first time in possibly ever the sex is really fucking good.
The thought brings out an audible chuckle that she waves off just in time to exit the car.
Walking up with their gear Yvonne's nose twitches, Kitty wasn't propped up at the garage door but the smoke from her last cigarette lingers, still hanging heavy, suspended in the too warm air.
"Christ this heat's doing my head in." Holly complains from behind, waving a hand in a futile attempt to clear the smoke. Her actions too sluggish to actually accomplish the task while her words barrel on before Yvonne can open her mouth, "Nope, I'll hear nowt about the world burning and boiling whilst I am." She huffs, overtaking Yvonne through the propped open door.
"Boils and drowns." Yvonne mutters stepping past the threshold after her and into the kind oppressive heat portable fans and the attempt at a cross breeze are doing little to combat.
Inside Kam and Miranda are fully sprawled out on the floor, leeching whatever coolness they can from the stone and for a moment Yvonne burns with envy.
Startles herself with it.
It's not like she was much for sprawling on the ground before doing so required running a cost risk analysis of her entire body. 'Course these temperatures were nearly unimaginable when she was their age.
It's all too much some days.
Youth truly is wasted on the young.
She maintains a strict exercise regime but the mere thought of just how insufferable this lot would be if she got stuck down there.
Not worth it in the least.
Still, reduced to turning green over having a lie down on the ground of a pub garage.
The indignity of it.
If nowt else, goes a way in proving just how unbearably hot it is.
Holly heads directly to where Nisha's perched on the couch arm scrolling through her phone. Taking a quick headcount Yvonne notices despite the keyboard set up and smoke gauntlet outside neither Beth nor Kitty appear to be in the vicinity.
Or Jess for that matter.
Then as if summoned by her very thoughts the woman appears hauling a cooler.
Even her normally wild hair seems subdued, limp wisps escaping her bandanna, bangs plastered to her face.
Yvonne runs a hand through her own haphazard ponytail in sympathy, shifting to give Jess room as she brushes past to the only free corner of the space without wires twisting through.
Beth and Kitty trail in on her heels and Yvonne schools her features at their interlocked hands.
To be fair, them holding hands isn't new per say but doing so while juggling multiple small bags of ice each does bring a glaring sort of attention to it.
The muscle in her jaw strains as her teeth clack together a bit too hard in response to the way her skin starts prickling.
She doesn't need to turn around to tell Holly is shooting her a warning glance. No, Yvonne can quite clearly hear the echoes of Holly's lecture in the car, in the pub, a hundred right good talking to's. Years of her sister always taking it upon herself to try and smooth over Yvonne's rough edges regardless of whether or not Yvonne wanted her to.
"It's like the sixth circle of hell in 'ere." Kitty groans, carelessly tossing the bags of ice into the now open cooler. Cargo deposited she and Beth turn in unison toward Beth's keyboard which just so happens to be situated beyond Yvonne at the moment.
It would be simple to shift out of the way, a backwards mirror of the move she'd just made to clear space for Jess.
Instead she centers her weight, feet planted as she quirks an eyebrow in Kitty's direction.
She thinks she sees Beth roll her eyes out of the corner of her own as Kitty takes the bait but she's too committed now to break eye contact first in confirmation.
And then Kitty strides forward, straight at Yvonne.
Beth sighs but it's belied as far too indulgent since she just allows herself to be pulled along Kitty's whims.
Yvonne feels as if she's in the world's most ridiculous game of chicken as she stands her ground, eyebrow still raised.
Still Kitty doesn't stop, or slow, or let go of Beth's hand for that matter. She, in fact, waits until the last possible second to jerk their joined hands over Yvonne's head, Kitty's ring just barely missing getting snagged on the button of Yvonne's sleeveless blouse.
She does ruffle Yvonne's hair a bit on the swing over and Yvonne can't stop the growl low in her throat. The cheeky grin kitty's sporting grates but it's the soft smile on Beth's face at Kitty's antics that has Yvonne nearly breaking.
She opens her mouth, hears Nisha clear her throat from the spot beside her sister, closes it again.
Beth settles down at her keyboard and Yvonne rolls her eyes as the other woman eventually has to shoo Kitty away from where's she's only disentangled their hands to start fanning Beth rather uselessly with her sheet music.
Kitty passes on her way to the mic starting to shrug out of her leather jacket, an absurdity in this heat but then no asked for Yvonne's opinion.
In lieu of asking if this bout of hand holding is more of the same or if they finally sorted their shit out Yvonne hones in on Kitty's latest kiss arse literary reference.
"Beth's got you reading Dante now, has she?"
Kitty stops mid-motion shrugging her jacket, her armor, back into place, eyes flinty in the way reserved for when she feels someone is disrespecting Beth in her presence.
Yvonne's on the receiving end of that look less lately but still more than any of the others.
Kitty spreads her arms wide and tips back her head looking for all the world as if she's about to summon and release hordes of demons from the sky itself.
"Abandon hope all ye who enter here." She drones theatrically before staring Yvonne down, "Or y'no just piss off, colloquially n'all."
Kitty says colloquially in a way Yvonne's come to recognize as new to her vocabulary courtesy of Beth, drawn out like stretching the syllables will preemptively deter commentary. A splash of sarcasm to distract from any vulnerability churned up by ripples of sincerity.
Yvonne can hear Beth snicker behind her. Even if she hadn't she's sure she could've clocked it simply by the way Kitty preens.
The picture of the cat that got the canary.
No pun intended.
Yvonne sort of hates she'd even thought it to begin with but Kitty leans into her namesake a maddening amount and unfortunately the turn phrase can't be bettered.
With heroic fortitude Yvonne maintains her aloof expression and tunes out everyone else in favor of setting up her gear.
Completely in the zone she isn't sure if it's been seconds or minutes but Holly suddenly squeaks and Yvonne turns instinctively towards the noise.
She takes a deep centering breath, heavy through her nostrils, cheeks puffing out on the exhale.
They might as well all go home for all that they're going to accomplish today. If she wanted to do nowt she wouldn't have left her house about it. At least there she doesn't have to be subjected to-
"Easy there officer, hardly undressed enough for breaking out t'cuffs."
Kitty damn near purrs out the words, practically vibrating with the double entendre and the only reason Yvonne isn't pinching the bridge of her nose is both hands thoroughly entrenched in cables.
It's a true enough statement.
The leopard print bikini top Yvonne would personally classify as a crime against fashion is not in fact violating whatever section of whatever code Holly could surely cite that would see Kitty arrested for indecency.
Yvonne wishes she was still holding her amp and could put it down on Holly's foot. Instead of merely hoping her sister doesn't start spouting high velocity garbage, for all their sakes.
She's almost finished plugging up the pedal board, debating on doing a bit of rearranging if only to delay entering closer into Kitty's orbit.
Honestly, an entirely nude Kitty might actually be less distracting.
She's a nurse, there is nothing inherently sexual about nudity.
Kitty's outfit however…
Well, Yvonne can almost hear her mother saying 'that top, if you can call it such, nowt but floss scraps sewn by fairies'.
But she's recently committed to trying to be less like certain parts of what her mother made her so she brushes the thought aside, the temperature is far too high and they're all simply dressed for it.
If Nisha can hang about in just her sports bra and joggers then turn about's fair play.
Granted Kitty's entire outfit might be made of roughly as much fabric as the intentionally matching crop tops Miranda and Kam seem to be clad in for some reason.
Again pointedly not judging, even Beth has forgone her usual layers donning a light short sleeved dress sans her usual tights.
Technically Holly like Kitty is also in a swimsuit,but that's where the similarities end as Holly happens to be wearing a button up over her classic one piece and if Yvonne were being uncharitable on the ride over she might've inquired as to whether she raided Adam's closet for a pair of trunks.
Still, compared to the rest of them Kitty looks like a suds bucket and some mood lighting away from starring in a porn.
Impressively this remains an inside thought.
Yvonne doesn't possess much in the way of a filter, but she has learned through decades worth of consequences how to occasionally keep her mouth shut.
It's partially why she and Kitty clashed so hard at the start. Why they do now and again still when aspects of domesticity start to chafe Kitty's survival instincts.
After a lifetime of learning exhaustive fire safety measures and still inadvertently dropping one too many matches, forced to live in the perpetual ashes of just another Tuesday, Yvonne doesn't really know how to handle someone who intentionally sets fires just have some company in the flames.
Kam hoots playfully and Miranda says something about Kitty baking or eating or some such other combination of words that have different meanings to the ones printed in any of her twenty three volumes worth of the Oxford English Dictionary.
Miranda's not exactly wrong about Kitty being music video ready though.
The bikini's gold accents compliment the chains of Kitty's necklaces, barely thinner than the straps themselves. The metal dips down between her breasts, a striking contrast against where pale freckled skin gives way to vibrant ink. Despite the smattering of tattoos on her arms and hands, no one in the band had expected the heavy intricate art across Kitty's torso.
A lattice work of flowers, bloody thorns and stained glass travel from her ribs, scrolling down her sides where the design creates an almost diamond of unmarred skin near her navel framing a golden piercing bejeweled red, glimmering where the sun hits it.
Now that she knows about Tom, if she squints Yvonne can almost make out the faint differences in skin texture.
But only just.
The tattoo artist did a fantastic job of color selection and blending, the stretch marks are practically invisible.
The tattoo arches above her hips teasingly, where a strip of bare skin meets the tiniest strip of additional fabric. The gold hoops and leopard spots of her matching bikini bottoms just peaking out from the studded belt of her jean shorts.
Those are obscenely short, no way around it the pockets stretch past the cut off raggedy hemline and if Kitty decides to spin around excessively Yvonne will leave, sure that Kitty's jean to arse coverage ratio will cause the entire band to lose the plot.
A woman her age should look ridiculous in the getup but Kitty just looks good. It's truly infuriating.
Kitty leering theatrically at her sister is not helping matters.
Nisha groans at an increasingly reddening Holly, swatting at her with a "Really, mate."
That snaps Yvonne out of her musings. She takes a quick glance around the room, everyone is largely preoccupied by Kitty's antics and Yvonne thinks her distraction has gone undetected until she looks up catches Jess smirking at her.
She rolls her eyes, trying to ignore Holly loudly objecting to Nisha's commentary.
And then watches her sister promptly trip over her own feet and into Jess' drum kit. Kam cheers because apparently she'd got that on video before remembering herself and quickly expressing concern but she's drowned out by Jess' squawks, Holly's profuse apologies and the rest of the band's raucous laughter.
Yvonne merely sighs and looks at the street beyond the door longingly.
Luckily the drums are undamaged.
As is Holly.
Not that it makes much difference, see Holly likes to get on her about her need to be right all the time. Which Yvonne resents, not the least of which because half the time she doesn't even like being right. Being right on your own merit is all well and good but far too often it's a mere consequence of other people being wrong.
There's no glory in other people's incompetence.
And lord is she drowning in incompetence.
She winces as Holly fumbles over her frets yet again. Kitty stops singing to rib her about her six weeks being up how it's only a bass and Yvonne tunes out their bickering when Nisha joins in heckling Kitty to get some new material.
The band's taken to warming up with Waterloo nowadays, it feels silly, sacred almost like an inside joke born at a sleepover. Only at the moment Holly is fucking it up worse than the first time they tried this. At least then Beth was integral in holding them all together. At present she's too busy eyeing Holly like she's a disruptive student on their last strike to keep time properly.
After three tries of it still not gelling and one shot down attempt from Yvonne to call the whole practice a wash and they decide to try a jam session instead.
Harder to mess up something still in the works strictly speaking.
Yvonne gets exactly fifty seven seconds of peace. The first song up is a little folksier than anything else they've been experimenting with, an allegorical farmyard ditty littered with middle class strife and a discordantly hard baseline.
By the time they get to the part with the donkey in a cagoule Beth and Kitty are giggling like school girls and having entire silent conversations across the room instead of paying attention to their cues or sharing with the class.
But on they crack wrapping up the still very much evolving piece and managing to get through a somber reprise of 'just like your mother' that Kitty and Holly had taken to tinkering with.
No one knows the back of Yvonne's teeth taste of metal from where she's bitten through her tongue. There's truth to the adage siblings can have different parents despite sharing the same genetics.
They break to hydrate and Yvonne is almost grateful for the heat forcing them to do so. She needs a minute after that interlude through such an emotional minefield. It's not even something they plan on playing live or recording as far as she's aware but all she got for trying to question this was something about catharsis. She suspects any further attempts at elaboration will not be illuminating so she let it go.
Everyone else seems to move with a brisk intentionality. Holly pops outside. Kam makes a beeline for Nisha phone in hand. Quite frankly Yvonne is almost surprised to find Kitty meandering toward Beth as opposed to fully launching herself across the room. Maybe less surprising as she takes in the animated conversation she's having with Miranda on the way.
The two finally make it over and Kitty places herself so far into Beth's personal bubble she'd probably be sitting in her lap if not for the heat. Miranda does not appear to take any note of this.
Yvonne's starting to think she's going just a bit mad. Without much thought she finds herself gravitating towards Jess who hands her cold water bottle, "Alright, love?"
"Why'd I not be?"
Jess gives her that patented unimpressed look of hers but mercifully reaches for some ice instead of pushing. She presses the handful to her neck as if to indicate she meant to imply no problems except for the weather.
The ice melts too quickly against Jess' skin trickling down to mingle with the slight sheen of sweat glistening on her skin.
Yvonne blinks and hastily averts her gaze.
They jump back into things with seeing red for a bit of an energy booster.
Its a no brainier to kick things back up right with easily their most technically competent song at the moment.
Or it should be.
The lot of them can play this song in their sleep except Yvonne is the unlucky benefactor of front row seats to the most ridiculous lesbian disaster since-
She pulls out her phone, she did not have extensive enough knowledge for a proper analogy.
What she does have is a second to shoot off a quick text to someone who would know because Kitty is currently stumbling over the words she bloody well wrote and all because Beth stretched her legs out and for some godforsaken reason Kitty's behaving as if she's suddenly been possessed by the caricature of a Victorian gentlemen ghost seeing a woman's ankles for the first time.
Then as soon as Kitty manages to recover somewhat it's apparently Beth's turn.
Kitty is performing up to her usual standards for this song, jumping around without a thought to her current state of dress. Which means Beth is pointedly not looking at Kitty At all or her keyboard for that matter staring up into the rafters instead of down at her music for some reason Yvonne cannot fathom.
She wants to tear her hair out.
By the time the song winds down Beth and Kitty are just kind of staring into each other eyes, chests heaving.
Surely it hasn't always been quite this bad, she looks desperately around at her band mates for some sign that this is getting out hand.
Naturally they all just look amused more or less and Yvonne laments they won't just let her lock the two of them in a closet and be done with it. She'd been subjected to a bloody power point by Chloe of all people on not outing anyone.
Even to themselves apparently. And of course Yvonne can understand that on principle. This just happens to be a very unique case of unparalleled obliviousness.
At least Jess only vetoed it because she didn't think it would work on the grounds that they already lived together, so fair play but that hardly left them with an actionable plan.
In her distraction she misses the discussion surrounding their next move. So when a sudden tambourine sounds she can only groan in dismay.
And then Kitty is staring straight at her, scar pulling her lips into a taunting smile as she grabs the mic stand and makes a show of titling it back a bit, straddling the air above it never breaking eye contact, "Ready to rock love?" She punctuates 'rock' with a suggestive hip thrust.
Yvonne rolls her eyes and this time she almost wishes they'd get stuck like her grandmother always threatened. Kitty beams like that was the exact reaction shed been aiming for. When Yvonne rolls them again almost immediately at her antics no one can get her to admit its with a bit more affection.
The feeling passes quickly enough into annoyance once again because the last thing she wants to do while suffocating from the unresolved sexual tension denser than this heat wave is play this song.
The placeholder title itself is 'HRT Libido' but she's pretty sure only Beth and her actually call it that.
Officially unofficially its The Horny Song and despite the fact that she'd texted Kitty several of the lyrics that ended up making the cut today is Not the day for it.
Clearly she's alone in that opinion.
Their background singers are hamming it up. Ostensibly Kitty is too but somehow manages to make over the top caricatures of sexy seem effortlessly hot.
Holly's playing is the best its been all day and Yvonne has to smother a laugh when she realizes her sister's playing with her eyes closed.
Probably for the best honestly Kitty keeps wiggling her tongue suggestively in Holly's direction.
Which surely bears no connection whatsoever to Beth looking like she'd much prefer to bludgeon Holly with her keyboard rather than play it.
Yvonne tries to filter out the nonsense really she does but putting all her focus on her fingers flying over frets only does so much when they keep losing their place to Kitty and Beth eyefucking each other.
She's lost track of the amount of times it's happened but when Kitty decides to sing their raunchiest lyric At Beth and the poor woman loses her place with a reverberating flat note Yvonne finally loses her composure.
"Just fuck already, will you. Bloody hell."
Her sister's eyes pop open and she's pretty sure the "Oy" came from Nisha.
Beth's mouth is opening and closing like an out of water fish and Kitty looks fit to murder.
Yvonne does not walk it back.
Kitty stalks across the room stopping only when she's practically shielding Beth with her body arms crossed defensively, "This obsession you 'ave with us, bit much now don't'ya think?" There isn't a spare ounce of kindness in her tone.
Beth stands, walking around her keyboard to place a calming hand on Kitty's arm, "Yvonne, I really do think you mean well but you-" She stops to consider her words, tries again. "Kitty and I are friends."
Kitty's hackles lowered the second Beth entered her atmosphere.
Beth's hand is still on Kitty's arm, Kitty is absentmindedly toying with the watch on Beth's wrist.
Yvonne gives up, pulling her guitar off her body, "Okay dykes."
The silence that follows is louder than any of the music they'd just been playing.
The cacophony that follows gives Yvonne an instant headache.
So she doesn't get much beyond a general consensus of 'you can't say that.'
Her saving grace is most likely down to the proper bewilderment on her face at the reaction.
She tilts her head genuinely perplexed at the sea of angry betrayed faces around her, "What? learned that off my girlfriend's twink fuckbuddy."
A series of choking noises indicates more than one failure to compute and at least three 'You what?'s by her count but she's on a roll, "I know I used it correct cause after I explained the situation Ollie said it was 'textbook'.
Miranda now looking thoroughly amused asks if it were him who told her to refer to him as her 'girlfriend's twink fuck buddy.'
At her bemused nod of confirmation Miranda bites her lip and then Yvonne continues, "Aye, He was chuffed at Chloe's power-point, insisted he get a go. On his was the slide before fags can say dyke and dykes can say faggot." A pause, "He's American." Out of the 27 words Yvonne just spoke literal slurs among them the last one is the only one that held even a flicker of disdain.
It's at this point Miranda loses it, burying her face into Kam's shoulder to quiet her laughter.
Holly's strangled voice rises in another,"You what?" Shriller this time.
Yvonne finally pauses, taking in the broken state of her band members visibly doing mental gymnastics, replays what she said and realizes she never actually announced-
"Oh,right, also I'm divorced."
Holly's eyes are bugging out of her head."You WHAT?"
"I think you broke your sister, mate."
Beth, endlessly compassionate Beth steps toward her.
"Yvonne, when did this happen? You never said." She intones kindly.
"Finalized a week ago. Yvonne shrugs, "It weren't a big to-do. Well not after Ginny", Yvonne misses Kam mouthing 'the girlfriend???' over to Nisha, "had some words." She amends.
"His ego couldn't handle my pulling more women then 'im."
Holly falls heavily to the sofa "I didn't know you two we're having problems, though suppose you'd said nowt to me about the last one either."
Yvonne sighs and pulls up a chair from the wall, "I'm going to need a drink for this."
As if rehearsed Chloe and Inez charge through the garage door arms laden down with alcohol.
"Ay who's doing behind the bar?" Jess demands but Chloe waves her off.
"Gerry's got it, had a text off Miranda, not missing this for owt."
Yvonne gratefully takes a heavily poured drink from Inez before squinting around the room at everyone's rapt attention, "When'd this turn to story time?"
"Maybe when your seemingly homophobic arse decided to combine slur slinging and coming out into a nuclear bomb?" Chloe offers.
Yvonne rolls her eyes but begins anyway. At least she'd only have to do this once, "My husband-
"What 'this one'?" Kitty chimes in.
"D'ya want his name or the story?"
Kitty mimes zipping her lips.
"Before the band started, months before, Ryan," she shoots a pointed look at Kitty, "wanted t'open our marriage."
" You agreed?" Holly asked and if Yvonne didn't know any better she'd say her sister sounded almost scandalized.
"Figured if he was at the point of asking, he'd cheat either way. Wasn't quite ready to face divorce number two."
"So what changed?" Beth this time.
Yvonne's face softened as she looked around the garage.
"Me, I suppose. Nowt much were different, at first. We practically lead separate lives already and I wasn't looking for anything for myself and then…
"And then what?" Kam asks eagerly from the edge of her seat.
Yvonne huffs out a laugh, "and then Beth pulled lesbian catnip over there out the gutter. Fast forward and here we are, quite popular with the ladies."
Both Beth and Kitty strenuously object albeit to different parts of her statement but no one pays either much mind.
Not satisfied Inez laments, "No but the girl, the romance? You must tell us more."
"Fine," Yvonne says begrudgingly, "but not much in the way of romance really, when we played over at yours," She nods to Inez, "There were a woman wanting to buy me a drink. The ex wasn't interested in coming to our gigs and our agreement worked both ways. She was rather charming so I decided what the hell."
"So that was Ginny, then?" Jess asks, ignoring the look off both her daughters.
Yvonne shakes her head, "Met Ginny at work, sister to one of my mothers. We hit it off . Though I suppose she did see us play at the festival. She's…
A smile Holly has never witnessed before blossoms across Yvonne's face, "Like no one I've ever met before. Bit magic I reckon."
It takes a minute to come back to herself and when she does she realizes shes being stared at as if she's a bit alien . Not an uncommon occurrence in her life but this time it doesn't grate like usual. She looks around at her friends, she supposes that's what these women are to her now, friends. And despite the lingering confusion sees nothing but warmth reflected back at her.
She can admit in the privacy of her own thoughts it's nice.
"Feels a bit silly t'ave a girlfriend at my age but she's got a partner already and we aren't quite that. So girlfriend. S'nice. I like her." She finishes awkwardly.
"How's that work then?" Jess asks curiously.
Inez wraps her arms snugly around Chloe, smacking a kiss to her cheek before she can respond to her mother's question with something incendiary.
"We all go for Sunday Brunch." Yvonne deadpans in a way where no on can quite tell if shes serious (she is).
Across the board she's met with blank stares but as she feels that's enough elaboration for one day and shrugs," What can I say, polycules love me my scheduling is unparalleled and I'm wizard with a spreadsheet."
Poor Holly looks fit to faint, "I thought you were straight?" Holly manages to sputter out.
"So did I." Yvonne agrees.
A beat.
"M'not though, straight, clearly.
Beth springs up, abruptly, "Laundry! Forgot-I've got to-laundry!" and she's out the door before anyone even Kitty can blink.
After a few moments of confusion wherein no one breaks the tension, Yvonne looks between a stunned Kitty and the door that swung closed in Beth's harried wake.
"So laundry, you want a ride or a couch to crash on?" She asks Kitty instinctively dodging her sisters attempt to swat her.
Two days later and Yvonne is ecstatic. Work's been slow, the weather has cooled significantly but most importantly rumor has Kitty and Beth are together.
By which she means Beth had told Jess who told Holly who told her that she and Kitty were giving things a go but also she woke up to a text from Kitty with a sick new guitar solo and Yvonne understood what she really meant was thanks.
So she's got high hopes for the productivity of this wonderful Thursday evening band practice.
Hopes that are dashed instantly when the lovebirds in question make their appearance.
In none of her calculations did she predict the honeymoon phase would have them get worse.
Didn't think it was possible for them to get any more saccharine with each other.
She should've known that two people who had known each other for less than 48 hours and already bickered like a married couple in defense of the other would defy accepted logic.
Of course it was sweet, she wasn’t a monster but there had to be limits.
They lived together!
Yvonne makes no attempt this time to persevere. She's never been keen on lost causes.
She turns on her heel and exits the garage wordlessly. Gets in her car and drives off.
Directly to the shops.
Yvonne was truly happy for her friends but she was not going to tolerate the continued defilement of band practice even if she had to get a spray bottle or maybe given the instruments shock collars. She'd decide on the way.
They had music to make after all.