Mya Aljazeera: Part 2

Dedicated to my friend: NA...
...who I've known since back in the day...

So we made our way across the clubs of Nicosia and then got a taxi ride to Limassol where we went to Breeze at the last moment as Mya knew the manager or someone. Or everyone.
So there we were in our table when a boy whose jeans were so baggy they were practically down to his ankles and was wearing a 70’s puck rock t-shirt (that was so dirty it needed to be washed at least twice) came up to Mya to ask her a question (although I have to question how he got into the club looking like that).
‘Yo Maha, what’s up? What’s up?’ he said to Mya, obviously stoned. Mya in response blew out her cigarette smoke, inhaled another drag and proceeded to speak, but not without taking another sip of wine (medium white).
‘Fine- how are you?’ she said coolly.
‘Okay. I got some questions to ask you Mia.’
‘It’s Mya.’
‘Yes, that’s what I said, Mona. So- I bought this weed from this guy- Sanders? You know him?’ Mya didn’t but as that would show that she was not living up to her reputation she did know him ‘I mean Flanders- not the one off the Simpsons- a real Flanders, you know him?’ Mya didn’t and was thankful that she didn’t. ‘So he sold me some weed. And it was shit. Actually it wasn’t real weed it was grass or stock cubes or something.’ Mya blew a puff of smoke above his head and nodded as if she understood and cared. ‘So you know you do law and shit…’
‘I’m a lawyer’ she said in a low voice that could still be heard over the wailing music.
‘Yeah, well cool… well, I was wondering if I could take him to court- or if you can? I’ll pay you.’ He shook his head as if to correct himself and added ‘I mean I’ll pay you in weed- like if you want’. Mya finally looked up and answered:
‘So let me get this straight’ she began in her authoritative tone ‘you want me to take your drug dealer to court because he sold you fake weed? Am I correct?’
Apparently she was. The stoned guy nodded vigorously.
‘First of all stoner. No. I won’t help you. Secondly, I don’t want to. Thirdly I don’t think such a case will stand in court, and fourthly, change that disgusting t-shirt, it stinks and it isn’t in style. I think the fashion police should come and arrest you and then maybe we would have a case, if you plead insanity for wearing such trash.’
The stoned guy looked at her as if hurt and then bent over double, laughing. Mya’s phone suddenly rang. She took it out of her Prada bag and looked at the tiny mobile screen. ‘Urg! It’s my stalker again’ she said nonchalantly, she got up and walked out of the room to take the call. All you could hear for the next five minutes were screams and Arabic swear words thrown in for good measure coming from the next room.

Mya Aljazeera: Part 1

Last night Party-Animal and I decided to go out and celebrate. Celebrate what, we didn’t know, perhaps that fact that it was summer. We were sick of staying seeing the same people at the same clubs and so Party-Animal called his friends Mya Aljazeera and Pineapple Head.

Mya Aljazeera was the closest thing any of us would come to meeting an Arabian princess. Coming from one of the mysterious countries in the Gulf, Mya embodied the luscious Arabian look with her dark doe eyes and permanent tan and combined it with her chic attitude that could make European royalty look cheap, a flair for fashion, good taste and good manners. You could tell that Mya (like the news channel broadcasting all the news) was one of those people who were born cool and bred well, she was so hip it hurt and could easily be compared to famous faces like Donatella Versace and Angelina Jolie.

Always sporting the latest designer gear and the most expensive brand of cigarettes, Mya always picked the best and most interesting people to make friends with and it was natural that she would pick people like myself and Party-Animal.

We met Mya through Eurotrash, who were both doing Law at university along with their friend Pineapple Head. Pineapple Head was Mya’s sidekick, originally from Nigeria she earned the name ‘Pineapple Head’ as she wore her curly African hair collected in bun that collapsed like fireworks over her head. Pineapple Head, Mya and Party-Animal soon became good friends and because of my good friend Party-Animal, was I initiated into their ‘group’.

This group they called ‘Group Gorgeous.’ Now this group was well known throughout the university and even better know in the Hidden Empire, but no one knew who was in it or what it stood for. The closely knit Group Gorgeous was a creation of Mya’s that had somehow spiralled out of control sucking everyone in it.

Mya, as the founder of the group held the title of High Priestess. There was a closely followed hierarchy in which Party-Animal had somehow been promoted to Vice-President and so on… I who was just initiated, with the nickname ‘Way Gorgeous’ into the group had so sign a declaration preventing me from speaking out against or about the group and had to come to the meetings. ‘But what exactly do we do?’ I asked Mya.
‘Well, you’re Gorgeous aren’t you? Isn’t that enough’ she snapped ‘and don’t ask questions I’m busy’ she said pouring herself a drink.

More to come…