::The landlord opens the door to a spacious, roomy penthouse with two bedrooms, a bathroom with jacuzzi, and all that cool shit. He walks in, still holding the keys.::

"I had a wife, once. Her name was... Mezeltob. We had some great nights in this place."

::He looks suggestively at Sharon.::

"I wouldn't mind recreating those... for old times sake..."

"I think we'd be safer not, don't you?"

::Sharon plucks the keys from the landlord's hands and smiles sarcastically at him.::

"Thanks."

"I have condoms!"

::He pulls out a handful from his pockets. They must be about 40 years old. And aren't even in the packet. And are possibly used.::

::Sharon's smile disappears.::

"That's nice."

::She ushers him to the door without touching him.::

"If I need you, I'll give you a bell."

"Come on!"

::He grimaces, sighs, then leaves, muttering.::

"Frigid bitch..."

::Sharon copies the landlord's grimace and shuts the door firmly behind him.::

"How lovely."

::She scans the penthouse and takes a quick look in each room, finishing in the bathroom. She stops in front of the mirror, checking her lipstick and hair and then looks at her watch.::

(Still quite early.)

::Stares in the mirror.::

::With a sigh, Sharon checks her expensive and tasteful watch once more.::

(I suppose having a look around would be a good idea.)

::She walks through to the spacious living room and picks up a small handbag, before heading out of her apartment into the hallway.::

::Sharon unlocks her penthouse, enters, and then shuts the door firmly, slipping her boots off. With a sigh, she ties her hair back and makes her way to the bedroom.::

(Some rest will do me good.)

::Sharon strips her clothes off and folds them neatly away, changing into a nightdress and slipping between the sheets of her four poster, falling immediately into a light sleep.::

::Sharon wakes with a start and glances round the room apprehensively.::

(Just a dream, Sharon.)

::She steps out of bed and quickly showers before dressing in some black trousers and a top, then leaves her apartment for the hallway, locking the door behind her.::

::Sharon stops outside her door with Lenin.::

"So this is it. Looks nice, no?"

::Smirk.::

::Lenin's eyes drift over the door.::

"Looks like it's definitely the best place here, judging from the paint and all."

"Mm, it's not bad, considering. Very spacious, jacuzzi and so on."

(Will he go?)

(Is she coming on to me...?)

::Lenin blushes just ever so slightly, and fidgets with his hands.::

"Can I... see you again sometime?"

::Sharon smiles.::

"I'd like that."

(Whee!)

::Lenin smiles.::

"Would I be able to just come around, or do you want me to get your number? How about ton-"

::He stops himself.::

"...morrow...?"

"Tomorrow would be nice, yes. And you can jut pop round, if I'm not here I might be at Andrea's. What time would you say?"

"I'll take you out for drinks."

::Lenin goes for the decisive approach.::

"So around eightish."

::Gathering up his courage, he leans forward and kisses her on the cheek. He notices how good she smells. His heart aches with a hunger, and the want that she was his. He smiles, and goes to Luke's apartment.::

::Sharon smiles softly after Lenin and then turns around, unlocking the door to her penthouse and going in.::

(Mm. That was good.)

::Still smiling, Sharon drops her bag onto the table and runs herself a bath, climbing in once it's full and just relaxing contentedly in the tub.::

::Caroline Kohr stands in the bathroom and stares at her sister in the tub.::

"Caroline!"

::Sharon squeaks at her sister in shock and grabs a towel, wrapping it round herself and huddling in the bath water.::

::Caroline's gaze doesn't shift.::

"You left me at the airport, Sharon. Did you forget I was there???"

::Sharon pauses.::

"No...of course I didn't."

(Oops.)

"Caroline, will you please turn around?"

::Breathing hard through her nose, Caroline comes forward and sticks a hand into the water of Sharon's bath. She starts splashing around.::

"Do you think this'd be a good sound for our new album??"

::Splashes.::

"No, Caroline! Now please get your hand out of there and go away!"

::Sharon tightens her grip on the towel and uses her free hand to slap at Caroline's.::

"Trying to hit me again, are you? Are you drunk again, Sharon? Are you drunk? I thought you had stopped drinking after the last time you got all bitter and angry that you weren't the lead singer!"

::Caroline wanders over and picks up a shampoo bottle, shaking it to create a weirdo gloopy sound. She sings the part to 'What Can I Do?' with it.::

"Do do, do do, do do, do do, do do do, do do do..."

::Sharon rolls her eyes and carefully gets out of the bath, making sure the towel covers her at all times. She leaves Caroline in the bathroom and quickly runs to her bedroom, locking the door securely as she gets dressed.::

::Caroline follows and bangs on the door.::

"Sharon! Sharon! I'm right here, did you forget? I exist! You locked the door on me... I exist..."

::Sharon looks up at the ceiling and sighs. Having finished dressing, she unlocks the door and opens it.::

"No, Caroline, I know you exist."

::Caroline breathes heavily and nods.::

"Good. Why did you leave me behind, Sharon? Why? You forgot me, didn't you? Everybody does... it's like I'm not even there."

::Looks paranoid, then picks up a tin of beans, shaking it.::

"Do do, do do, do do, do do, do do do..."

::She looks at her sister.::

"Did you find that little slut Andrea?"

"Caroline, please don't call your sister that. It's rude. And yes, I did find her, she lives in this building, in fact."

::Sharon walks past Caroline into the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water.::

::Caroline follows.::

"You were meant to be the singer, weren't you, Sharon?"

(That's what you'd always scream when you got drunk.)

"But she was the one we needed... we're lucky to have come this far. Where does she live? I'd like to kick her arse - if she remembers who I am."

"Caroline, you are not going to 'kick her arse'."

(Why did I let her come with me?)

"And we've done very well without her, she's not the be all and end all here, alright?"

"She's fat now, isn't she? I can just tell she is... that'll teach her to always breeze past me and tell me to fuck off and abuse and swear at me..."

::Caroline's expression clouds over.::

"She ignored me all the other times... just like everybody else..."

::Sharon rolls her eyes.::

"No-one ignored you Caroline."

::Caroline sobs dramatically, and starts to rifle through Sharon's cupboards. She picks up a can of beans and shakes it.::

"Too thick..."

::Into the freezer, bag of frozen peas.::

"Hmm..."

"Caroline, what are you doing?"

::Sharon inspects her nails and gets a file out.::

"Trying out new sounds for the band. Some of us have ingenuity and strive to create new things which'll enhance and improve our music. Some of us care, Sharon, unlike that little tramp who runs off and abandons us on the night of a big show. You know why? Because she forgot we existed! I'm here, Shaz, I'm here, I'm a person, I exist! Do you see me? Do you? I'm going to take my drum sticks and shove them up her..."

::Mumbles incoherently, and starts banging glasses on the counter.::

"Yes."

::Sharon says absentmindedly, and concentrates on filing her already perfect nails into a slightly more perfect shape.::

::Caroline stops and stares at Sharon.::

"Were you listening to me, Sharon? Where you??"

"Yes."

::Sharon blows softly at her nails and then tucks the file away, looking up and smiling pleasantly at her sister.::