The show must go on!

Folks if you have any questions about the show, come speak to the ringmaster!

[askwdwheeler]

*Pokes his head in and looks around in frustration* You, acrobat. Inform me to the whereabouts of your ridiculous leader. He is playing hide and seek with me like a child, I have an important article to write and I'd rather not spend any more time in this unsavory barnyard than I absolutely need to.

Well hello to you too, Mr. Bennett. Long time no see, huh?

You know, if you want me to help you, the least you could do is learn my name. ‘You, acrobat,’ is no decent way to greet a colleague.

As it happens, I’m afraid I can’t help you much, anyway. The last I saw of Mr. Barnum, he was a bit drunk and mopey. Haven’t seen him much around the circus today. He might still be in his office, or perhaps he went down to the docks. He does that sometimes when he’s battling a headache.

Best of luck.

—WD

[askmrbennett-deactivated2021060]

*He grimaces slightly*

I don’t consider you my colleague, I have no desire to learn the names of those I don’t intend to share frequent pleasantries with. The undesirable folk at this filthy establishment mean no more to me than any bland actor or curt director at any of the theaters I’m required to inhabit for my work.

*Running a finger across one of the dressers in the changing area, he glances at the fillth it lifts off and winces in displeasure before wiping it on one of the costumes hanging on the rack*

I will never understand why anyone would choose to spend time in a glorified zoo. The least you could do is hire cleaners, I’ve only been here for ten minutes and I’ve ruined both of my shoes with the severe amounts of animal dung. *He turns sharply to leave, grumbling to himself* Useless, drunken charlatan. I’ll go to the docks, but should I find out that this is a ruse and you’re sending me on a wild goose chase, you'll have plenty to apologize for once you read tomorrows paper. That is, if half of you degenerates even know how to read. Good day. *Shuts the door after him a little harder than need be*

[askbarnum]

*Pokes his head out of the closet a few seconds later*

Is he gone?

*Steps out and dusts himself off, glancing at WD*

You saw nothing. If he comes back, tell him no one has seen me. I'm seeing how long he'll hang around before he blows a fuse.

*Jogs off*

And tell O'mally to keep shoveling piles of horse manure into the hay around the back enterance, it's working. I knew the bastard was sneaking in around the back.

[askwdwheeler]

[Continued from here: https://askbarnum.tumblr.com/post/631541586248040448/the-tension-visibly-leaves-his-shoulders-as-they]

The show must go on!

*The tension visibly leaves his shoulders as they talk, and after a moment he chuckles a little awkwardly and refills Lettie's glass and his

No concerns needed here, Mr. Barnum.

*Shrugs.*

I, personally, don’t feel much of an attraction to anyone, one way or the other, but you’re not exactly hard to look at. Anyone with eyes can see that. Any person, man, woman, or otherwise, would be lucky to have you.

*Chuckles.*

And now, perhaps, I need to evaluate the fact that I work in such a place where I can tell my male boss that he is quite handsome, and not get thrown to the curb because of it.

*Falls silent as he listens to Barnum’s tale. Hums a little at the end.*

I suppose that if Carlyle were still with my sister, I’d have to be wary of you trying anything while they were still together. But... I haven’t been explicitly told anything, but I suspect that the sun set on that quite awhile ago now,

Your secret’s safe with us, Barnum.

*Makes a move to retrieve the box of truffles. Speaks, teasingly.*

Are we to find anymore sketches over here?

*In a moment of seriousness, he hesitates a little, then cautiously adds:*

I could be over-analyzing things, so don’t take this in haste. But, I’m quite sure I’ve seen Carlyle looking at you, too.

[asklettielutz]

*She turns on the couch so that her back leans against the arm and kicks her feet up on WDs lap, stealing a chocolate from the box and looking very pleased as she makes herself comfortable and pops the sweet in her mouth*

Carlyle is a tricky one to read. I've always had an inkling he might be accustomed to that side of society, but he was also pretty head over heals for Anne for a while, you all saw how he was. I mean he seems pretty close and personal with you, but it could also be that he just ain't sure what the boundaries of friendship are. The upper folk seem to get pretty touchy feely in some circles.

*She finishes her chocolate and downs the shot, holding out an open palm to WD for him to pass her another*

Either way, I'd break it to him gently. Don't wanna frighten the kid off if he doesn't swing that way. We kinda like having him around.

*She laughs softly as she kicks off her shoes, comfortably tipsy and rather tired in the warmth of the cozy room*

You should put some of those sketches of yours on a few of the posters. We'd start getting a whole new audience. We could start doing some after hours performances.

[askbarnum]

*Chuckling, he kicks his shoes off to warm his socked feet by the fire*

Thank you, glad to know I still have my good looks.

*Subconciously he moves a hand to touch the creased skin around his eye and feels his smile falter slightly. He finishes his shot and puts down the glass on the arm of the chair, looking thoughtful*

Ah, even if he did swing that way, Phil is a younger man. He's in his prime, he'll be wanting to settle down with a wife who can take care of him and start a family soon. It's just a stage of life gentlemen are expected to go through. I've already lived through all that, I couldn't take it away from him. Raising my girls has been some of the happiest years of my life, Phillip will be a great father to a child someday.

I'm fine with remaining friends, perhaps I could even be a fun uncle to his own kids in the future. I simply need to get my head out of the clouds and rein back my desires a bit. You know how it is when you take a fancy with someone, your emotions simply get jumbled. It'll fade eventually I'm sure of it.

I won't scare the poor man off, if that fire didn't kill his enthusiasm for this place I don't think anything could. The worst that will happen is that things will feel a bit uncomfortable for a while, but I'm confident that our friendship could survive the hit. Just need to find an appropriate time and place to talk to him about it, I wouldn't feel right fantasizing about a life with someone when they havn't the faintest idea I'm doing so, it seems a touch creepy even to me.

*After a while he stands and stretches, moving over to take a chocolate from the box and toss it in his mouth theatrically. Slowly he heads over to a cupboard and rummages through a trunk inside, taking out a couple of heavy knitted blankets. He tosses one at WD and brings the other over to lay over Lettie more gently.*

You're welcome to stay here if you don't fancy the cold walk back to the caravans. I doubt the couches are any worse than some of the cots backstage I've seen folk napping on. There's a chamber pot in that closet, a wash basin on the counter, and spare candles under the couch in the tray. Just don't be rummaging through any more of my private possessions, alright?

[askwdwheeler]

*Reaches over, as Lettie settles, to pop a chocolate into his mouth. Closes his eyes and lets it melt on his tongue.*

Mmm. I can’t tell you the last time I had real chocolate.

Lettie’s got a point, though. I’ve seen him eye you before, but it could be that he just doesn’t know what crosses the platonic lines. I don’t believe Carlyle to be dumb or slow at all, but he can have that naivety caused by his upbringing. He’s hardly to blame though, he can’t help the fact he was sheltered so much.

*Grins*

Until you came along, that is. You’ve corrupted us all, Mr. Barnum.

*Shrugs out of his jacket, draping it over the couch, and slips out of his shoes.*

I would simply... explore with caution. You’ve a habit of jumping in too soon, Barnum, and sometimes that does work... but this could blow up in your face. You’re right about not wanting to scare him off. Stick a toe in, test the waters, but don’t... dive right in. I don’t believe Carlyle capable of lashing out against you, but it’s best to be safe than to be sorry.

*Raises a brow.*

And, check how things are with Anne. I don’t have anything against you exploring a relationship with anybody, man or woman, but if that somebody could potentially still be with my sister... I don’t want to have to go against my boss because he upset her.

*Falls silent for awhile. Almost subconsciously, hardly aware he’s even doing it, he starts to rub Lettie’s feet.*

*Speaks again, almost thoughtfully and to himself, but just loud enough for Barnum and Lettie to hear.*

If things are all clear with Carlyle, and it turns out that he does harbor similar feelings as you, I honestly don’t think the age thing would be as big of an issue as you think it is.

[asklettielutz]

*She settles down comfortably, shuffling the blanket around her and letting her eyes drift closed as WD rubs her achy feet. While listening to the two of them she let's out a fond laugh and cracks open an eye only to give WD a snarky grin*

Carlyle? Sheltered? The kid might be sweet as sugar but underneath that candy coating is a man who's been whoring it around for years. Trust me, I know one when I see one. He was all over the rags a few years ago, New Yorks favourite scandal right before Barnum entered the scene. Hottest player in town, there were rumours of him stumbling from strangers houses without trousers every other night. I don't know how much of it's true, you know how the papers are; but there's a good reason I was playing protective mama bird to Annie those first few weeks until we got to know the kid better.

*She shuffles to position a cushion behind her head and let's her eyes drift shut again*

Naive my ass. That's just his act, honey.

To his credit it seems pretty obvious he's turned over a new leaf.

*She snorts softly and stretches*

This couch isn't half bad. I hope we're getting a five star breakfast in bed come morning.

[askbarnum]

*Squeezing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger he sighs heavily before giving WD a world weary look, muttering sarcastically.*

Thank you for the boost of confidence.

*He leaves the room for several minutes, returning in his nightshirt and rummaging for a book nonchalantly on one of his many bookshelves. He takes out a pretty looking green hardback and begins searching the messy surfaces for something, squinting in the dim candle light*

I wouldn't concern yourself with that. I am fairly confident that Phil and Anne are no longer seeing eachother in the romantic sense. After that morning they 'talked' he sent the entire afternoon pretending he had a cold so I wouldn't think he was sniffling hunched over his paperwork.

Of course I'll talk to Anne if it makes you feel more confident, but I'm not going to go into any detail. The less people know about my interests the better, and I'm certainly going to be less willing to discus this situation once I've sobered up a bit.

*Making a sudden pleased hum, he finds a pair of reading spectacles under a pile of letters on the coffee table and hangs them on the neck of his nightshirt before moving over to lean against the bedroom door*

I doubt there is a future in that regards for myself and Phil. Lettie is right, he's likely been with every woman of the highest elite, he's a young, handsome bachelor. He could get with anyone in the city he wanted. I'm not saying I'm not a catch myself, you should see some of the explicit fan mail I'm sent; but I am an older, divorced man reaching my middle ages. I can't offer him children, I can't even marry the man. It's a ridiculous sentiment to even think about. It wouldn't be a good path for him even if he didn't recoil from the idea.

It's a fleeting crush, that's all it is. Every man grow smitten on the occasion there's nothing wrong with it.

I'll take him out to the music hall or something, perhaps dinner; tell him the truth, break it to him gently just so he knows and my mind is at rest, then I'll work on getting over it.

*He waves a hand dismissivelly*

Do douse that fire before you fall asleep. I'd like to not loose my Circus and home a second time.

*Shutting the door behind him he heads to bed, leaving the two of them in peace*

[silverlynxx]

Brother | The Greatest Showman

[askwdwheeler]

[Continued from here: https://askbarnum.tumblr.com/post/631541586248040448/the-tension-visibly-leaves-his-shoulders-as-they]

The show must go on!

*The tension visibly leaves his shoulders as they talk, and after a moment he chuckles a little awkwardly and refills Lettie's glass and his

No concerns needed here, Mr. Barnum.

*Shrugs.*

I, personally, don’t feel much of an attraction to anyone, one way or the other, but you’re not exactly hard to look at. Anyone with eyes can see that. Any person, man, woman, or otherwise, would be lucky to have you.

*Chuckles.*

And now, perhaps, I need to evaluate the fact that I work in such a place where I can tell my male boss that he is quite handsome, and not get thrown to the curb because of it.

*Falls silent as he listens to Barnum’s tale. Hums a little at the end.*

I suppose that if Carlyle were still with my sister, I’d have to be wary of you trying anything while they were still together. But... I haven’t been explicitly told anything, but I suspect that the sun set on that quite awhile ago now,

Your secret’s safe with us, Barnum.

*Makes a move to retrieve the box of truffles. Speaks, teasingly.*

Are we to find anymore sketches over here?

*In a moment of seriousness, he hesitates a little, then cautiously adds:*

I could be over-analyzing things, so don’t take this in haste. But, I’m quite sure I’ve seen Carlyle looking at you, too.

[asklettielutz]

*She turns on the couch so that her back leans against the arm and kicks her feet up on WDs lap, stealing a chocolate from the box and looking very pleased as she makes herself comfortable and pops the sweet in her mouth*

Carlyle is a tricky one to read. I've always had an inkling he might be accustomed to that side of society, but he was also pretty head over heals for Anne for a while, you all saw how he was. I mean he seems pretty close and personal with you, but it could also be that he just ain't sure what the boundaries of friendship are. The upper folk seem to get pretty touchy feely in some circles.

*She finishes her chocolate and downs the shot, holding out an open palm to WD for him to pass her another*

Either way, I'd break it to him gently. Don't wanna frighten the kid off if he doesn't swing that way. We kinda like having him around.

*She laughs softly as she kicks off her shoes, comfortably tipsy and rather tired in the warmth of the cozy room*

You should put some of those sketches of yours on a few of the posters. We'd start getting a whole new audience. We could start doing some after hours performances.

[askbarnum]

*Chuckling, he kicks his shoes off to warm his socked feet by the fire*

Thank you, glad to know I still have my good looks.

*Subconciously he moves a hand to touch the creased skin around his eye and feels his smile falter slightly. He finishes his shot and puts down the glass on the arm of the chair, looking thoughtful*

Ah, even if he did swing that way, Phil is a younger man. He's in his prime, he'll be wanting to settle down with a wife who can take care of him and start a family soon. It's just a stage of life gentlemen are expected to go through. I've already lived through all that, I couldn't take it away from him. Raising my girls has been some of the happiest years of my life, Phillip will be a great father to a child someday.

I'm fine with remaining friends, perhaps I could even be a fun uncle to his own kids in the future. I simply need to get my head out of the clouds and rein back my desires a bit. You know how it is when you take a fancy with someone, your emotions simply get jumbled. It'll fade eventually I'm sure of it.

I won't scare the poor man off, if that fire didn't kill his enthusiasm for this place I don't think anything could. The worst that will happen is that things will feel a bit uncomfortable for a while, but I'm confident that our friendship could survive the hit. Just need to find an appropriate time and place to talk to him about it, I wouldn't feel right fantasizing about a life with someone when they havn't the faintest idea I'm doing so, it seems a touch creepy even to me.

*After a while he stands and stretches, moving over to take a chocolate from the box and toss it in his mouth theatrically. Slowly he heads over to a cupboard and rummages through a trunk inside, taking out a couple of heavy knitted blankets. He tosses one at WD and brings the other over to lay over Lettie more gently.*

You're welcome to stay here if you don't fancy the cold walk back to the caravans. I doubt the couches are any worse than some of the cots backstage I've seen folk napping on. There's a chamber pot in that closet, a wash basin on the counter, and spare candles under the couch in the tray. Just don't be rummaging through any more of my private possessions, alright?

[askwdwheeler]

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The show must go on!

*Shuffling outside after paying the tab, he blows into his hands to warm them before tugging off his coat and draping it over Lettie's shoul

Not... getting soft. Just... didn’t eat much beforehand.

*The cold air helps his head some and he straightens up. Still leaning on Lettie, though not as heavily as before. Still tipsy, but able to think clearly. Looks a little sheepish.*

Rarely do before acts. Wouldn’t do much good if the flying trapeze artist got sick while in midair, huh?

It just hit hard, that’s all.

*As they walk on, he becomes much less reliant on Lettie. Still somewhat woozy, but manages to straighten to the point that the only support she’s got on him is a hand in his. Smiles and brings her hand to his lips in thanks, nothing more than a friendly gesture, before letting go.*

*Listens fondly to Barnum’s words, sympathetic toward the ringmaster, but not pitiful. Much of the troupe knows how much Barnum hates to be pitied over the recent separation.*

*He starts to frown, though, as the conversation suddenly shifts from Barnum to himself.*

A lady?

At present, the only lady I’ve got waiting for me at home is Luna.

*He shrugs*

I’m sure they’re out there, I just haven’t bothered to look. Companionship would be nice, but I’ve Luna for now — and what better joy can a man be greeted with than an overly eager Labrador waiting for his return home?

*Chuckles.*

As soon as I’ve time in my life for a woman, Barnum, I’ll let you know.

[asklettielutz]

There's nothing I'd trade group drinking night for, but I have always wanted to try afternoon tea. Pigs will fly before any nice tea house in New York let's in someone like me though. Guess it's just nice to just dream sometimes , I really do wonder what it must be like to be a beautiful, young, refined lady.

*As WD eases up on her support she shuffles to tug Barnum's coat a little tighter around her and gives WD's hand a reassuring squeeze. Smiling at her boys.*

Maybe you should get a dog, like WD, to keep you company? I'm sure you'll find someone again some day though, honey.

*She shuffles her skirts up as they make their way up the wide stone stairs at the far end of the park and start to walk along the scenic cannal. A smug grin crossing her face*

I have a bit of a love interest in my eye actually, wouldn't ya know. None of your buisness who though, I'm not even sure they'd like me back. Love is a fools game, it really is, but where would be the fun in life if we didn't play the jester once in a while?

*She bumps her shoulder against Barnum as they walk to knock him slightly off the curb, cackling to herself loudly*

Speaking of fools, I never asked. Why didn't Carlyle join us this week?

[askbarnum]

I don't need a dog, I've already got Fedor around and he howls enough.

*He stumbles when pushed and shoots her a challenging grin before throwing his weight back to knock the two of them sideways slightly*

Next week we'll just have to get you a few more drinks in, you'll be confessing your new interest in no time. Don't think I won't get it out of you eventually.

*As they reach the end stretch of the canal they approach the circus, the majestic tent breaking the clean skyline. He leads them through the big top rather than around the back to the caravans, fumbling tipsily in his pockets to search for his keys as they walk*

Ah, Phil had a rough night a few days back, we had a bit too much. He seemed reluctant to go out again so soon, so opted for an early night instead. Said he had some paperwork to take care of anyway.

*They reach the office and he fumbles a bit getting the key into the lock, swinging it open lazily before traipsing through to head up the stairs to his connected living quarters. It's a decently sized space, modest for Barnum but still quite grand by any normal measure. There's two couches with decorative cushions and a few bookshelves packed full, an ostentatious pink dolls house shoved on one corner, still messy from recent use come the girls last visit, and bizarre displays stacked against every free wall, rejects from the sideshows; a flea circus, a gnarly looking wooden mermaid, a range of taxidermy frogs with swords.

The room is rather messy with clothes and papers scattered all over and he quickly gets to work picking things up and shoving them into his sleeping quarters to make space*

Sorry for the mess, I got used to having maids for a while.

*He chuckles as he clears a path and instead turns his attention to lighting the fireplace to bring some warmth and light to the chilly room*

Make yourselves at home, I'll fetch us some drinks in a moment.

[askwdwheeler]

If you got a dog, Mr. Barnum, I’m sure Luna would appreciate a playmate. We’re so busy in the tent, I feel bad when she doesn’t get enough attention.

*Pauses, then chuckles.*

Of course, I’m sure I more than make up for it after hours. But, I don’t have four legs and fur.

*Pauses and smirks, nudging Lettie.*

...Hm. You think Luna’d get along with Dog Boy?

*Upon arriving at Barnum’s office space, he makes use of the invitation to make himself comfortable. He sits on the couch — then pauses and shifts a little, frowning as he pulls a crumple of papers from underneath the cushion. Some of the papers are balled up, but others are just creased and crumpled, and he reads the headlines off of them.*

*Can’t help but laugh.*

This what you do with Bennett’s bad reviews, Barnum?

*At the mention of drinks, he furrows his brow.*

...If you’re talking alcohol, I... may have to sit those out, or eat first. I was serious when I said I never had dinner, and I don’t think my stomach would forgive me for a second round.

[asklettielutz]

I can't beleive you have ten times more space than the rest of us and still clutter it up until you can barely walk around in this place.

*She picks up a few stray clothing garments from one of the couches and folds them neatly before sitting down next to WD and patting his shoulder fondly*

I'm raiding the pantry to find something for you to snack on. Don't go throwing up anywhere.

*Standing again after a moment she wanders out into Barnums small pantry area, returning several moments later barely suppressing tipsy giggles; a tin of biscuits under her arm and an open notebook in her hand showing off a rather detailed pencil sketch of a naked gentleman in a risque pose*

Been practising your life drawing, huh Barnum? Tucking this behind the flour isn't hiding it very well. Thought you were sneaker than that.

You're a pretty decent artist though.

*She tosses it to WD with a grin, then puts the biscuits down next to him on the arm of the couch*

Who are you using for reference? C'mon spill the gossip. We're all friends here.

[askbarnum]

Actually I use Bennetts reviews as free kindling. They're so full of crap that they burn for hours.

*Once lighting the fire he tosses a few balls of paper into the flames and stands to stretch. Nearly jumping out of his skin when Lettie returns holding a familiar book. He makes a choking sound as he scrambles to grab the notepad from WD's grip and shoves it into his coat. Hoping the heat in his face could be passed off as close proximity to the fireplace.*

Rummage through my private things again and this'll be the last time I invite either of you here.

Drawing the male form in complex poses is important practise. If I'm to do anyone justice to the art of posters presenting flexible women and strong men, I have to be able to draw the human body from every angle.

There isn't a model it's just practise from books and- oh just drop it. I'll fetch drinks, neither of you are to mention this to anyone or you're fired.

*Grumbling to himself he shuffles into the kitchen to find a few shot glasses, returning with a glass whisky bottle and a carafe of water in tow. He puts them down on the coffee table and pours out three shots, then slides the water jug to WD sympathetically before downing his shot and pouring another. Silent for a moment before clearing his throat in mock confidence*

...I'm not acting on it or anything, before you start accusing me of criminal sodom. For a man to take up an...interest in the male form in his own home, there's nothing wrong with that so long as he keeps it to himself. I'm not perverse, or taking part in anything unsavoury. Its just an interest, alright. So it would do you well to keep your mouths shut about it and keep your judgement to yourselves. I've been alone for a long time now, sometimes your eyes drift, that's all.

[askwdwheeler]

*Before Barnum snatches the sketchbook away, WD gets a quick glance at a drawing or two.*

Hey, he looks... familiar? Where—?

*Frowns, but doesn’t get a chance for a second glimpse before Barnum snatches the sketchbook away. His frown melts away and he laughs as he munches on a cookie.*

It’s all right, Mr. Barnum. Nobody’s judging.

*Can see that the man is visibly shaken. Smiles sympathetically.*

Even if you were ‘acting on it,’ nobody, at least at the circus, would care. I’m serious, Barnum. You think a ragtag bunch like us would care who or what you fancy?

*Motions toward Lettie.*

Least of all Lettie or I.

You’re all right, Mr. Barnum. None of us would dare cast you out over something as minor as this.

Besides, I’m sure you’re not the only one in our little group who has entertained the thought of... experimenting, from time to time.

[asklettielutz]

*She chuckles loudly as she sits back down next to WD, leaning against him playfully as she downs her shot in one and kicks her feet up*

You think looking at men is the most illegal thing you do? Didn't you con a bank into lending you ten thousand dollars once?

Besides, I've done more than just look at other women before. The beard seems to be a magnet.

*She reaches over WD to grab a biscuit, breaking it in half before nibbling on it, waving her spare hand around theatrically as she speaks*

We've all had suspicions you've had a thing for Carlyle for months. Earlier tonight you were taking about how much you envied his muscular thighs for nearly fifteen minutes. No man talks about another mans thighs for that long of he isn't smitten.

*She tosses a small piece of biscuit at his head fondly*

We're all a little out of the norm here. You just like who you like, honey.

Now pour me another drink to wash this down with, these biscuits are awful.

[askbarnum]

*The tension visibly leaves his shoulders as they talk, and after a moment he chuckles a little awkwardly and refills Lettie's glass and his own*

The sentiment is appreciated, my apologies for being defensive; though I'm sure you understand my concerns.

*He sits heavily on the other couch, grabbing a biscuit to munch on as well*

You know its strange. When I was a lad...ah it feels peculiar to talk about-

*Downing the shot in one, he leans back to get comfortable before swirling the empty glass in his hand thoughtfully*

...Maybe twelve or thirteen summers old, I was working as a track labourer on the railroads. I think we were all the way up near Georgia at the time, I remember it was a particularly hot summer. I was of course promised to Charity, we had been friends since childhood, but I was also struggling with my first experiences in pubescent feelings. Even back then I knew it was odd and inappropriate to stare at the shirtless, muscular men as they lifted heavy materials all day in the sun, slick with sweat and- ahem. With no one else to safely expres these new feelings too, I'd write to Charity. She would often write back about the girls in her dorm and how beautiful some of them were and how they'd practise kissing with eachother.

Of course as we got older we grew out of it. Childish experimentation, we used to call it. Except I never really did, I beleive I just got better at ignoring it. I loved Charity, she was my everything, so my eyes never needed to wander. But a few months after we parted ways I realised that all those feelings were coming back. It was worse at the beginning when I was living with Phil, he has a terrible habit of wandering around in his long johns when getting ready in the morning and I'll admit I found myself staring sometimes. I knew I shouldnt but you have to admit, he's a handsome gent. As well as my closest friend.

*Dragging a hand down his face he fills his cup a third time, suddenly seeming like the weight of tiredness was hitting him all at once.*

You mustn't tell him anything. It's personal. I expect full confidentiality until I have a chance to discus it with him personally.

...God these biscuits really are awful, they must be stale.

I suppose since it looks like neither of you are moving any time soon, one of you grab the box in that cupboard over there. It's full of expensive chocolate truffles from France. I don't usually share them but this is an occasion, just don't tell Charles where my stache is.

[askwdwheeler]

[Continued from here: https://askbarnum.tumblr.com/post/631276542015717376/shuffling-outside-after-paying-the-tab-he-blows ]

The show must go on!

*Shuffling outside after paying the tab, he blows into his hands to warm them before tugging off his coat and draping it over Lettie's shoul

Not... getting soft. Just... didn’t eat much beforehand.

*The cold air helps his head some and he straightens up. Still leaning on Lettie, though not as heavily as before. Still tipsy, but able to think clearly. Looks a little sheepish.*

Rarely do before acts. Wouldn’t do much good if the flying trapeze artist got sick while in midair, huh?

It just hit hard, that’s all.

*As they walk on, he becomes much less reliant on Lettie. Still somewhat woozy, but manages to straighten to the point that the only support she’s got on him is a hand in his. Smiles and brings her hand to his lips in thanks, nothing more than a friendly gesture, before letting go.*

*Listens fondly to Barnum’s words, sympathetic toward the ringmaster, but not pitiful. Much of the troupe knows how much Barnum hates to be pitied over the recent separation.*

*He starts to frown, though, as the conversation suddenly shifts from Barnum to himself.*

A lady?

At present, the only lady I’ve got waiting for me at home is Luna.

*He shrugs*

I’m sure they’re out there, I just haven’t bothered to look. Companionship would be nice, but I’ve Luna for now — and what better joy can a man be greeted with than an overly eager Labrador waiting for his return home?

*Chuckles.*

As soon as I’ve time in my life for a woman, Barnum, I’ll let you know.

[asklettielutz]

There's nothing I'd trade group drinking night for, but I have always wanted to try afternoon tea. Pigs will fly before any nice tea house in New York let's in someone like me though. Guess it's just nice to just dream sometimes , I really do wonder what it must be like to be a beautiful, young, refined lady.

*As WD eases up on her support she shuffles to tug Barnum's coat a little tighter around her and gives WD's hand a reassuring squeeze. Smiling at her boys.*

Maybe you should get a dog, like WD, to keep you company? I'm sure you'll find someone again some day though, honey.

*She shuffles her skirts up as they make their way up the wide stone stairs at the far end of the park and start to walk along the scenic cannal. A smug grin crossing her face*

I have a bit of a love interest in my eye actually, wouldn't ya know. None of your buisness who though, I'm not even sure they'd like me back. Love is a fools game, it really is, but where would be the fun in life if we didn't play the jester once in a while?

*She bumps her shoulder against Barnum as they walk to knock him slightly off the curb, cackling to herself loudly*

Speaking of fools, I never asked. Why didn't Carlyle join us this week?

[askbarnum]

I don't need a dog, I've already got Fedor around and he howls enough.

*He stumbles when pushed and shoots her a challenging grin before throwing his weight back to knock the two of them sideways slightly*

Next week we'll just have to get you a few more drinks in, you'll be confessing your new interest in no time. Don't think I won't get it out of you eventually.

*As they reach the end stretch of the canal they approach the circus, the majestic tent breaking the clean skyline. He leads them through the big top rather than around the back to the caravans, fumbling tipsily in his pockets to search for his keys as they walk*

Ah, Phil had a rough night a few days back, we had a bit too much. He seemed reluctant to go out again so soon, so opted for an early night instead. Said he had some paperwork to take care of anyway.

*They reach the office and he fumbles a bit getting the key into the lock, swinging it open lazily before traipsing through to head up the stairs to his connected living quarters. It's a decently sized space, modest for Barnum but still quite grand by any normal measure. There's two couches with decorative cushions and a few bookshelves packed full, an ostentatious pink dolls house shoved on one corner, still messy from recent use come the girls last visit, and bizarre displays stacked against every free wall, rejects from the sideshows; a flea circus, a gnarly looking wooden mermaid, a range of taxidermy frogs with swords.

The room is rather messy with clothes and papers scattered all over and he quickly gets to work picking things up and shoving them into his sleeping quarters to make space*

Sorry for the mess, I got used to having maids for a while.

*He chuckles as he clears a path and instead turns his attention to lighting the fireplace to bring some warmth and light to the chilly room*

Make yourselves at home, I'll fetch us some drinks in a moment.

[askwdwheeler]

If you got a dog, Mr. Barnum, I’m sure Luna would appreciate a playmate. We’re so busy in the tent, I feel bad when she doesn’t get enough attention.

*Pauses, then chuckles.*

Of course, I’m sure I more than make up for it after hours. But, I don’t have four legs and fur.

*Pauses and smirks, nudging Lettie.*

...Hm. You think Luna’d get along with Dog Boy?

*Upon arriving at Barnum’s office space, he makes use of the invitation to make himself comfortable. He sits on the couch — then pauses and shifts a little, frowning as he pulls a crumple of papers from underneath the cushion. Some of the papers are balled up, but others are just creased and crumpled, and he reads the headlines off of them.*

*Can’t help but laugh.*

This what you do with Bennett’s bad reviews, Barnum?

*At the mention of drinks, he furrows his brow.*

...If you’re talking alcohol, I... may have to sit those out, or eat first. I was serious when I said I never had dinner, and I don’t think my stomach would forgive me for a second round.

[asklettielutz]

I can't beleive you have ten times more space than the rest of us and still clutter it up until you can barely walk around in this place.

*She picks up a few stray clothing garments from one of the couches and folds them neatly before sitting down next to WD and patting his shoulder fondly*

I'm raiding the pantry to find something for you to snack on. Don't go throwing up anywhere.

*Standing again after a moment she wanders out into Barnums small pantry area, returning several moments later barely suppressing tipsy giggles; a tin of biscuits under her arm and an open notebook in her hand showing off a rather detailed pencil sketch of a naked gentleman in a risque pose*

Been practising your life drawing, huh Barnum? Tucking this behind the flour isn't hiding it very well. Thought you were sneaker than that.

You're a pretty decent artist though.

*She tosses it to WD with a grin, then puts the biscuits down next to him on the arm of the couch*

Who are you using for reference? C'mon spill the gossip. We're all friends here.

[askbarnum]

Actually I use Bennetts reviews as free kindling. They're so full of crap that they burn for hours.

*Once lighting the fire he tosses a few balls of paper into the flames and stands to stretch. Nearly jumping out of his skin when Lettie returns holding a familiar book. He makes a choking sound as he scrambles to grab the notepad from WD's grip and shoves it into his coat. Hoping the heat in his face could be passed off as close proximity to the fireplace.*

Rummage through my private things again and this'll be the last time I invite either of you here.

Drawing the male form in complex poses is important practise. If I'm to do anyone justice to the art of posters presenting flexible women and strong men, I have to be able to draw the human body from every angle.

There isn't a model it's just practise from books and- oh just drop it. I'll fetch drinks, neither of you are to mention this to anyone or you're fired.

*Grumbling to himself he shuffles into the kitchen to find a few shot glasses, returning with a glass whisky bottle and a carafe of water in tow. He puts them down on the coffee table and pours out three shots, then slides the water jug to WD sympathetically before downing his shot and pouring another. Silent for a moment before clearing his throat in mock confidence*

...I'm not acting on it or anything, before you start accusing me of criminal sodom. For a man to take up an...interest in the male form in his own home, there's nothing wrong with that so long as he keeps it to himself. I'm not perverse, or taking part in anything unsavoury. Its just an interest, alright. So it would do you well to keep your mouths shut about it and keep your judgement to yourselves. I've been alone for a long time now, sometimes your eyes drift, that's all.

[askwdwheeler]

[Continued from here: https://askbarnum.tumblr.com/post/631276542015717376/shuffling-outside-after-paying-the-tab-he-blows ]

The show must go on!

*Shuffling outside after paying the tab, he blows into his hands to warm them before tugging off his coat and draping it over Lettie's shoul

Not... getting soft. Just... didn’t eat much beforehand.

*The cold air helps his head some and he straightens up. Still leaning on Lettie, though not as heavily as before. Still tipsy, but able to think clearly. Looks a little sheepish.*

Rarely do before acts. Wouldn’t do much good if the flying trapeze artist got sick while in midair, huh?

It just hit hard, that’s all.

*As they walk on, he becomes much less reliant on Lettie. Still somewhat woozy, but manages to straighten to the point that the only support she’s got on him is a hand in his. Smiles and brings her hand to his lips in thanks, nothing more than a friendly gesture, before letting go.*

*Listens fondly to Barnum’s words, sympathetic toward the ringmaster, but not pitiful. Much of the troupe knows how much Barnum hates to be pitied over the recent separation.*

*He starts to frown, though, as the conversation suddenly shifts from Barnum to himself.*

A lady?

At present, the only lady I’ve got waiting for me at home is Luna.

*He shrugs*

I’m sure they’re out there, I just haven’t bothered to look. Companionship would be nice, but I’ve Luna for now — and what better joy can a man be greeted with than an overly eager Labrador waiting for his return home?

*Chuckles.*

As soon as I’ve time in my life for a woman, Barnum, I’ll let you know.

[asklettielutz]

There's nothing I'd trade group drinking night for, but I have always wanted to try afternoon tea. Pigs will fly before any nice tea house in New York let's in someone like me though. Guess it's just nice to just dream sometimes , I really do wonder what it must be like to be a beautiful, young, refined lady.

*As WD eases up on her support she shuffles to tug Barnum's coat a little tighter around her and gives WD's hand a reassuring squeeze. Smiling at her boys.*

Maybe you should get a dog, like WD, to keep you company? I'm sure you'll find someone again some day though, honey.

*She shuffles her skirts up as they make their way up the wide stone stairs at the far end of the park and start to walk along the scenic cannal. A smug grin crossing her face*

I have a bit of a love interest in my eye actually, wouldn't ya know. None of your buisness who though, I'm not even sure they'd like me back. Love is a fools game, it really is, but where would be the fun in life if we didn't play the jester once in a while?

*She bumps her shoulder against Barnum as they walk to knock him slightly off the curb, cackling to herself loudly*

Speaking of fools, I never asked. Why didn't Carlyle join us this week?

[askbarnum]

I don't need a dog, I've already got Fedor around and he howls enough.

*He stumbles when pushed and shoots her a challenging grin before throwing his weight back to knock the two of them sideways slightly*

Next week we'll just have to get you a few more drinks in, you'll be confessing your new interest in no time. Don't think I won't get it out of you eventually.

*As they reach the end stretch of the canal they approach the circus, the majestic tent breaking the clean skyline. He leads them through the big top rather than around the back to the caravans, fumbling tipsily in his pockets to search for his keys as they walk*

Ah, Phil had a rough night a few days back, we had a bit too much. He seemed reluctant to go out again so soon, so opted for an early night instead. Said he had some paperwork to take care of anyway.

*They reach the office and he fumbles a bit getting the key into the lock, swinging it open lazily before traipsing through to head up the stairs to his connected living quarters. It's a decently sized space, modest for Barnum but still quite grand by any normal measure. There's two couches with decorative cushions and a few bookshelves packed full, an ostentatious pink dolls house shoved on one corner, still messy from recent use come the girls last visit, and bizarre displays stacked against every free wall, rejects from the sideshows; a flea circus, a gnarly looking wooden mermaid, a range of taxidermy frogs with swords.

The room is rather messy with clothes and papers scattered all over and he quickly gets to work picking things up and shoving them into his sleeping quarters to make space*

Sorry for the mess, I got used to having maids for a while.

*He chuckles as he clears a path and instead turns his attention to lighting the fireplace to bring some warmth and light to the chilly room*

Make yourselves at home, I'll fetch us some drinks in a moment.

[askbarnum]

*Tilting his pint of beer towards Lettie to direct a point, he rocks back in his chair. Smug and just light lightheaded enough from the alcohol to be comfortable, he takes a long sip and continues the story he's been telling for the past fifteen minutes to his two barmates*

-So you're wrong, I didn't convince him otherwise. I subtly convinced him to convince himself. There's a difference. Can't get anywhere with the purebred lot if you try to force your ideas on them, gotta make them think that it's their idea, thats how you do it.

Anyway, I'll need some time to find a suitably sized one so he has plenty of time to come around to the idea.

*He takes another gulp of his drink and puts down the glass heavily, raising a cocky brow at WD across from him*

Let me tell you, when I get that canon we are going to be sold out for weeks. Just need to find someone brave enough to volunteer to be the canon ball. Someone already used to heights perhaps.

[askwdwheeler]

*Speaking slowly*

You... subtly convinced him... to convince... himself?

*Tries to wait for the words to sink in, but shakes his head. Scowls at his drink — he, too, is a few glasses in and clearly it’s starting to effect him*

*Jerks his head up at the mention of cannons and human cannonballs. Squints at Barnum.*

Me?

*Blinks. Laughs in disbelief.*

Uh-uh. Besides, I would never fit. You’re better off getting someone much smaller to try. Charles is an obvious choice. Or perhaps even Carlyle.

*Shakes his head again and takes a big swig of drink*

[asklettielutz]

*She let's out a hearty laugh before finishing the content of her glass and leaning forward in her chair, nudging WD playfully with her elbow*

He'd never send Carlyle shooting out of a canon, he's too fond of him, ain't it obvious?

And you know Charles is scared of heights, he'd never agree.

*She gestures to the barman for another round, smug with the knowledge Barnum is paying tonight. Then gives the ringmaster a challenging kick under the table with a laugh*

I'm only surprised you're chickening out of doing it yourself. Then again, you're so full of hot air that you'd probably explode when it went off.

[askbarnum]

*He pushes his glass forward so the bartender can refill it with ease, then shakes his head dismissively at Lettie*

No clue what you're talking about. Phil is just a friend and a co-worker like everyone else at the circus. I just don't think he's the man for the job.

*He takes a gulp of the cool liquid and stretches slightly, putting the glass mug down and chuckling*

Hey, I'd be happy to get in the canon, its perfectly safe. Though when you turn 40 doctors start warning you against being shot out of things with gunpowder. Besides I fear I lack the grace needed to catch a trapeze in mid air. Not as limber as I once was. Maybe with a little practise.

Maybe Anne will do it. The great flying woman, how does that sound?

*He takes a peanut from the bowl and tosses it into his mouth lazily, giving WD the side eye*

You're drinking slow tonight. Maybe I'm not the only one getting older. Is that some gray I see in your hair or is it just the remainder of that pink dye?

[askwdwheeler]

*Snorts and rolls his eyes. When he speaks, he is absolutely joking.*

Suppose you’re right, Lettie. We all see the way Mr. Barnum looks at Carlyle.

*Narrows his eyes at Barnum’s words. Finishes his drink in one gulp and motions to the bartender for another*

Using my sister against me, Barnum? That’s low. I suppose, though, Anne would have the bravada for it. Besides, we wouldn’t expect you to manage. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, now, can you?

*His laughter is cut off by Barnum’s last remark. Scowls as he gulps from his new drink.*

I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about, that pink washed out long ago. Charles hasn’t had the chance to attempt to touch my head again, nor will he ever.

Pink hair on you, on the other hand...

[asklettielutz]

Anne has more sense than the lot of you put together, she'd never agree to be a part of this nonsense and you know it. Time to start hiring again, unless you think you can finally put O'Mally to good use. He's pretty aerodynamic.

*She let's out a booming laugh and runs her fingers through her beard.*

If anyone of us is going grey, it's you. I think WD is right though, a bit of pink would suit you. Maybe it would distract from the crows feet you're trying to hide with that foundation.

*She bumps shoulders with Barnum playfully before casually reaching over to pluck WDs pocket watch from his coat to glance at the time, giving them a playful, teasing glance.*

Gettin' pretty late, boys. Don't you both need to get home before your mamas start worrying. It is a school night don't ya know.

*She jokes softly*

[askbarnum]

Phil is just a co-worker, I havn't the slightest idea what you're implying and don't appreciate the innapropriatness of it. We are both gentlemen and would never engage in anything beyond professional friendship. Besides, I'm not giving anyone; man or woman, any looks. I only divorced a year ago, have some compassion for a poor, heartbroken man.

*He waves his glass around theatrically as he speaks, perhaps a little quicker than usual.*

Anyway, that's not a bad idea, I think I'd look rather dashing with pink hair. Maybe red to match my coat.

*He grins as he knocks back another gulp and leans back in his seat. Subconciously moving to touch the slightly creased skin near his eyes before shooting Lettie a fond glare*

All stage performers wear a little make up for shows, stage lighting is cruel and we can't all afford to grow old gracefully. Just don't tell Phil, he'll never let me hear the end of it.

And don't the two of you keep challenging me or I really will get in that canon, don't think I won't. Respect your elders.

*He throws his scarf around his neck and moves his glass to his mouth to drain it one more time. Then giving Lettie a smug smile*

Oh? Are you going to tell on us?

No one waiting for me at home I'm afraid unless you're going to tattle to Phillips butterball of a cat. Though I do want to see you both up bright and early, so we should head out. Care to join me for a brisk walk before bed? It's my secret to avoiding a terrible hangover with a 100% success rate.

[askwdwheeler]

*The alcohol is taking full effect now and he lets out a full, loud laugh, fairly uncharacteristic for him.*

I didn’t mean to ruffle any feathers, Mr. Barnum. Was only joking, after all.

*Pauses to consider the mental image of Barnum with dyed red hair... and shudders.*

Stick to the red coats, please. No need for matching red hair. Though... it would get rid of those grays, hmm? Perhaps a more flattering color... have you ever considered going blond?

Hmm. I don’t trust the little devil, but maybe Lettie could help your hairdo.

*Chuckles and slaps Barnum on the back as he stands. The alcohol rushes to his head, though, and he collapses back down in his chair, nearly knocking into Lettie as he comes back down. He’d evidently drank more than he realized.*

A walk sounds nice. I’ve Luna waiting for me at home, but she can manage awhile longer. Though... how do you propose we all get out of here in one piece?

[asklettielutz]

*She snorts ineligantly as she watches WD stumble, standing up and hoisting him to his feet before tugging the man's arm around her shoulder to support him*

You're getting soft these days, can't quite hold it like you used to, eh?

Yeah I'm down for a walk, wouldn't leave you boys walking around town alone at night.

*Using her free hand she grabs Barnums hat and plops it on his head before heading out the door into the chilly night air. She shivers slightly and shuffles WD in the direction of the park, a little lightheaded herself.*

Lead the way Barnum.

[askbarnum]

*Shuffling outside after paying the tab, he blows into his hands to warm them before tugging off his coat and draping it over Lettie's shoulders. Smiling softly as she tightens it around herself and gives him a fond look. Then starts at a lively, only slightly wobbly walk towards the park*

You're certainly becoming a lightweight these days, perhaps we should start meeting for afternoon tea and biscuits if that's more your speed.

Beer isn't anywhere near strong enough to get me tipsy these days, its basically carbonated piss. If you can make it back to my place before you fall over your feet I'll offer you both a nightcap of something much more palatable.

*They reach the park near the river, dimly lit with streetlights, barely anyone around the area. As they walk through, enjoying the fresh air, he stretches dramatically and does a little twirl in his step, only stumbling slightly.*

You know, when I was a lad I used to love wandering parks at night. So peaceful and away from the drunkards and carriages and loud music halls. You could be in the middle of the city and feel as if you were in another world. Even now the silence of the night brings a feeling of magic and mystery to green spaces that I just can't quite describe in words.

*He pauses in his step for a moment, crouching down to pick up a pinecone from the grass. He looks over it with an incredibly fond expression for a while, turning it over in inspection before putting it in his pocket and carrying on without a word of explanation*

I never got to take Charity on late night walks to show her the stars or to simply lay in the grass and enjoy the silence. Things were always so busy. I regret not taking the opportunity to do so, it's something so romantic and intimate in my mind. It means so much to me even though it seems so mundane.

*He pauses again when they cross under a street lamp, glancing over the water of the river shimmering in the yellow light. Then glances at WD with a teasing lilt in his voice*

You know, I've never asked. Have you ever taken fancy with a nice lady?

[askbarnum]

*Tilting his pint of beer towards Lettie to direct a point, he rocks back in his chair. Smug and just light lightheaded enough from the alcohol to be comfortable, he takes a long sip and continues the story he's been telling for the past fifteen minutes to his two barmates*

-So you're wrong, I didn't convince him otherwise. I subtly convinced him to convince himself. There's a difference. Can't get anywhere with the purebred lot if you try to force your ideas on them, gotta make them think that it's their idea, thats how you do it.

Anyway, I'll need some time to find a suitably sized one so he has plenty of time to come around to the idea.

*He takes another gulp of his drink and puts down the glass heavily, raising a cocky brow at WD across from him*

Let me tell you, when I get that canon we are going to be sold out for weeks. Just need to find someone brave enough to volunteer to be the canon ball. Someone already used to heights perhaps.

[askwdwheeler]

*Speaking slowly*

You... subtly convinced him... to convince... himself?

*Tries to wait for the words to sink in, but shakes his head. Scowls at his drink — he, too, is a few glasses in and clearly it’s starting to effect him*

*Jerks his head up at the mention of cannons and human cannonballs. Squints at Barnum.*

Me?

*Blinks. Laughs in disbelief.*

Uh-uh. Besides, I would never fit. You’re better off getting someone much smaller to try. Charles is an obvious choice. Or perhaps even Carlyle.

*Shakes his head again and takes a big swig of drink*

[asklettielutz]

*She let's out a hearty laugh before finishing the content of her glass and leaning forward in her chair, nudging WD playfully with her elbow*

He'd never send Carlyle shooting out of a canon, he's too fond of him, ain't it obvious?

And you know Charles is scared of heights, he'd never agree.

*She gestures to the barman for another round, smug with the knowledge Barnum is paying tonight. Then gives the ringmaster a challenging kick under the table with a laugh*

I'm only surprised you're chickening out of doing it yourself. Then again, you're so full of hot air that you'd probably explode when it went off.

[askbarnum]

*He pushes his glass forward so the bartender can refill it with ease, then shakes his head dismissively at Lettie*

No clue what you're talking about. Phil is just a friend and a co-worker like everyone else at the circus. I just don't think he's the man for the job.

*He takes a gulp of the cool liquid and stretches slightly, putting the glass mug down and chuckling*

Hey, I'd be happy to get in the canon, its perfectly safe. Though when you turn 40 doctors start warning you against being shot out of things with gunpowder. Besides I fear I lack the grace needed to catch a trapeze in mid air. Not as limber as I once was. Maybe with a little practise.

Maybe Anne will do it. The great flying woman, how does that sound?

*He takes a peanut from the bowl and tosses it into his mouth lazily, giving WD the side eye*

You're drinking slow tonight. Maybe I'm not the only one getting older. Is that some gray I see in your hair or is it just the remainder of that pink dye?

[askwdwheeler]

*Snorts and rolls his eyes. When he speaks, he is absolutely joking.*

Suppose you’re right, Lettie. We all see the way Mr. Barnum looks at Carlyle.

*Narrows his eyes at Barnum’s words. Finishes his drink in one gulp and motions to the bartender for another*

Using my sister against me, Barnum? That’s low. I suppose, though, Anne would have the bravada for it. Besides, we wouldn’t expect you to manage. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, now, can you?

*His laughter is cut off by Barnum’s last remark. Scowls as he gulps from his new drink.*

I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about, that pink washed out long ago. Charles hasn’t had the chance to attempt to touch my head again, nor will he ever.

Pink hair on you, on the other hand...

[asklettielutz]

Anne has more sense than the lot of you put together, she'd never agree to be a part of this nonsense and you know it. Time to start hiring again, unless you think you can finally put O'Mally to good use. He's pretty aerodynamic.

*She let's out a booming laugh and runs her fingers through her beard.*

If anyone of us is going grey, it's you. I think WD is right though, a bit of pink would suit you. Maybe it would distract from the crows feet you're trying to hide with that foundation.

*She bumps shoulders with Barnum playfully before casually reaching over to pluck WDs pocket watch from his coat to glance at the time, giving them a playful, teasing glance.*

Gettin' pretty late, boys. Don't you both need to get home before your mamas start worrying. It is a school night don't ya know.

*She jokes softly*

[askbarnum]

Phil is just a co-worker, I havn't the slightest idea what you're implying and don't appreciate the innapropriatness of it. We are both gentlemen and would never engage in anything beyond professional friendship. Besides, I'm not giving anyone; man or woman, any looks. I only divorced a year ago, have some compassion for a poor, heartbroken man.

*He waves his glass around theatrically as he speaks, perhaps a little quicker than usual.*

Anyway, that's not a bad idea, I think I'd look rather dashing with pink hair. Maybe red to match my coat.

*He grins as he knocks back another gulp and leans back in his seat. Subconciously moving to touch the slightly creased skin near his eyes before shooting Lettie a fond glare*

All stage performers wear a little make up for shows, stage lighting is cruel and we can't all afford to grow old gracefully. Just don't tell Phil, he'll never let me hear the end of it.

And don't the two of you keep challenging me or I really will get in that canon, don't think I won't. Respect your elders.

*He throws his scarf around his neck and moves his glass to his mouth to drain it one more time. Then giving Lettie a smug smile*

Oh? Are you going to tell on us?

No one waiting for me at home I'm afraid unless you're going to tattle to Phillips butterball of a cat. Though I do want to see you both up bright and early, so we should head out. Care to join me for a brisk walk before bed? It's my secret to avoiding a terrible hangover with a 100% success rate.

[askbarnum]

*Tilting his pint of beer towards Lettie to direct a point, he rocks back in his chair. Smug and just light lightheaded enough from the alcohol to be comfortable, he takes a long sip and continues the story he's been telling for the past fifteen minutes to his two barmates*

-So you're wrong, I didn't convince him otherwise. I subtly convinced him to convince himself. There's a difference. Can't get anywhere with the purebred lot if you try to force your ideas on them, gotta make them think that it's their idea, thats how you do it.

Anyway, I'll need some time to find a suitably sized one so he has plenty of time to come around to the idea.

*He takes another gulp of his drink and puts down the glass heavily, raising a cocky brow at WD across from him*

Let me tell you, when I get that canon we are going to be sold out for weeks. Just need to find someone brave enough to volunteer to be the canon ball. Someone already used to heights perhaps.

[askwdwheeler]

*Speaking slowly*

You... subtly convinced him... to convince... himself?

*Tries to wait for the words to sink in, but shakes his head. Scowls at his drink — he, too, is a few glasses in and clearly it’s starting to effect him*

*Jerks his head up at the mention of cannons and human cannonballs. Squints at Barnum.*

Me?

*Blinks. Laughs in disbelief.*

Uh-uh. Besides, I would never fit. You’re better off getting someone much smaller to try. Charles is an obvious choice. Or perhaps even Carlyle.

*Shakes his head again and takes a big swig of drink*

[asklettielutz]

*She let's out a hearty laugh before finishing the content of her glass and leaning forward in her chair, nudging WD playfully with her elbow*

He'd never send Carlyle shooting out of a canon, he's too fond of him, ain't it obvious?

And you know Charles is scared of heights, he'd never agree.

*She gestures to the barman for another round, smug with the knowledge Barnum is paying tonight. Then gives the ringmaster a challenging kick under the table with a laugh*

I'm only surprised you're chickening out of doing it yourself. Then again, you're so full of hot air that you'd probably explode when it went off.

[askbarnum]

*He pushes his glass forward so the bartender can refill it with ease, then shakes his head dismissively at Lettie*

No clue what you're talking about. Phil is just a friend and a co-worker like everyone else at the circus. I just don't think he's the man for the job.

*He takes a gulp of the cool liquid and stretches slightly, putting the glass mug down and chuckling*

Hey, I'd be happy to get in the canon, its perfectly safe. Though when you turn 40 doctors start warning you against being shot out of things with gunpowder. Besides I fear I lack the grace needed to catch a trapeze in mid air. Not as limber as I once was. Maybe with a little practise.

Maybe Anne will do it. The great flying woman, how does that sound?

*He takes a peanut from the bowl and tosses it into his mouth lazily, giving WD the side eye*

You're drinking slow tonight. Maybe I'm not the only one getting older. Is that some gray I see in your hair or is it just the remainder of that pink dye?

[askbarnum]

*Tilting his pint of beer towards Lettie to direct a point, he rocks back in his chair. Smug and just light lightheaded enough from the alcohol to be comfortable, he takes a long sip and continues the story he's been telling for the past fifteen minutes to his two barmates*

-So you're wrong, I didn't convince him otherwise. I subtly convinced him to convince himself. There's a difference. Can't get anywhere with the purebred lot if you try to force your ideas on them, gotta make them think that it's their idea, thats how you do it.

Anyway, I'll need some time to find a suitably sized one so he has plenty of time to come around to the idea.

*He takes another gulp of his drink and puts down the glass heavily, raising a cocky brow at WD across from him*

Let me tell you, when I get that canon we are going to be sold out for weeks. Just need to find someone brave enough to volunteer to be the canon ball. Someone already used to heights perhaps.

[askbarnum]

Do you ever cry?

Not particularly since I was a young boy. Like anyone I shed a few tears at particularly terrible times, when people die and what not. Like any proper gentleman I'm rational and pragmatic and entirely able to control my emotions at all times.

Whatever Phillip has told you that suggests otherwise is a lie. We get very drunk sometimes and he imagines things. Listen to none of it.

[askwdwheeler]

...Carlyle is not the only one who can attest to your drunken tears, Mr. Barnum.

[askbarnum]

The one time you're referring to doesn't count. My wife had left me that night and I was far beyond drunk. Not in my right mind. Besides, it was barely crying, a few silent gentlemanly tears at best.

... you promised not to tell anyone.

[askwdwheeler]

*shrugs a little and chuckles*

You’re the one who brought it up, Boss. I didn’t send in the letter.

True you were justified on that one occasion. But I believe we all know that wasn’t the first, nor only, time a few tears had been shed over some alcohol.

I seem to remember a time in which a bottle “grew empty before you saw fit.” Quite a few tears were shed then, I think.

[askbarnum]

Hey, I don't pay you to back talk me, get back to work before I decide Charles could use another pair of hands on elephant dung scooping this evening.

[askbarnum]

Do you ever cry?

Not particularly since I was a young boy. Like anyone I shed a few tears at particularly terrible times, when people die and what not. Like any proper gentleman I'm rational and pragmatic and entirely able to control my emotions at all times.

Whatever Phillip has told you that suggests otherwise is a lie. We get very drunk sometimes and he imagines things. Listen to none of it.

[askwdwheeler]

...Carlyle is not the only one who can attest to your drunken tears, Mr. Barnum.

[askbarnum]

The one time you're referring to doesn't count. My wife had left me that night and I was far beyond drunk. Not in my right mind. Besides, it was barely crying, a few silent gentlemanly tears at best.

... you promised not to tell anyone.

[askbarnum]

My GOD do you ever SLEEP, Phineas?

Of course I sleep. Sometimes admittedly I stay up to the early hours working on ideas, I come up with my best stuff at night. I always catch up on my rest though. Do you think I can afford not to? I'm a fit and well man but I am in my fifties. The longest I can go without sleep is a few days before I'm dozing off at my desk, and that's never a safe thing to do when Charles is around and has access to my pen and ink.

[askbarnum]

Do you ever cry?

Not particularly since I was a young boy. Like anyone I shed a few tears at particularly terrible times, when people die and what not. Like any proper gentleman I'm rational and pragmatic and entirely able to control my emotions at all times.

Whatever Phillip has told you that suggests otherwise is a lie. We get very drunk sometimes and he imagines things. Listen to none of it.

[askbarnum]

When you crossed into the upper class were there any big culture shocks for you?

Oh of course, a ridiculous amount. It's been years and I'm still learning.

During the first few weeks we had an abundance of wealth I took Charity to a very upper class resteraunt to dine, which I had never previously been able to afford to do. I wanted to treat her, the meal was ten courses. Never in my life have I had the opportunity to eat past the point my belly was full, I hadnt realised that you could actually make yourself unwell from overeating. I was so sick on the cab ride home that I had to pay to have the carraige cleaned. Charity gave me quite a scolding and I was terribly embaressed for my behaviour.

I didn't know much about house staff , I of course knew that it was a nessessary for the upper gent, but I suppose I'd never given the experience much thought. The first time the valet tried to dress me I was terribly indignant, the idea of someone buttoning my shirt for me seemed so patronising. It took a while to get used to the idea that it's simply part of the etiquette. I gentleman should be able to care for himself but the mark of a rich gentleman is that he shouldnt have to.

I found out the other day that I'm eligible to vote. It had simply never occurred to me that as a land owner I had rights, my decisions and voice actually matter. I've been reading up on the candidates rather eagerly actually, though I admit I'm still unsure of the process on the day.

The elite really do live a whole different life and even now I have more to learn. I'm glad I have Phil around to correct me on my faux pas every once in a while, though I do wish he would be less smug about it sometimes.

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Business Dinner [RP] Cont...

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Arrogant? *He huffs with exaggerated offense, but frowns when Phineas’ pensive mood becomes apparent. His frown only grows deeper when he realises the evening has clearly struck a chord in the usually overly-confident man.*

That’s hardly the cocksure PT Barnum I know. And for the record, we only stick around for the dessert.

*He grins, one of his broader, wilder expressions, as he takes Phineas by the wrist and urges him on faster at a trot. He doesn’t explain the sudden rush, and simply shushes Phineas when the man tries to question him, free hand holding onto the brim of his hat.*

*Even without it’s lights and music, the circus is still a sight to behold as it peeks between the houses before filling the open skyline as they reach the docks. But Phillip bypasses the tent, leading Phineas around the back and through the fenced off rear of the grounds to the caravans nestled behind. They move more quietly, Phillip never once dropping Phineas’ wrist as they weave through the troupe’s caravans, sneaking beneath lit windows with bated breath and quietly scurrying past dark caravans with sleeping occupants. Finally they reach the largest caravan near the tent, set slight away from the others, and Phillip ushers Phineas inside with a grin and a quick glance around to make sure they hadn’t been seen.* *Upon lighting the lanterns hanging from the ceiling, it reveals the interior of the specialised caravan, like a spacious kitchen you would find in any house, with a long table and chairs, counters and cupboards, a stove. Even plants and curtains had been hung and rugs laid down to make it cosy and more like a home.*

Since we never did get to dessert.

*He waves Phineas to the table as he starts rooting in one of the tiny, non-descript side cupboards, and makes a triumphant sound as he withdraws with a plate topped with a weighted doily protecting the contents. Placing it on the table, he removes the cover to reveal the plate filled with homemade confections: cookies, muffins and other syrupy, fruity, spongey treats.* Enjoy these, because it will probably take me weeks to find Lettie’s next hiding spot for her baking when she finds out.

[askbarnum]

*Jogging along to keep up with Phillip’s quickened pace, he consciously stops himself staring at the younger’s warm, gentle hand encasing his wrist and instead focuses on figuring out where they’re heading and why they’re in such a hurry to get there.

When they approach the circus and begin ducking and weaving through caravans, he can’t help but grin, muffling a laugh every time they pause cautiously, crouched beneath a lit window. The idea of sneaking around his own circus like a lowly trespasser is bizarre, and yet Phillip’s mischievous look and pensive movements have him feeling like they’re a couple of schoolboys up to no good.

He finally lets out a helpless laughing fit when they arrive at their destination and Phillip lights the candles. Unable to suppress the hilarity of the situation any longer.*

Ah so you’re the cake thieving scoundrel Lettie is always complaining about. You know she has it out for poor Charles because of you?

*He lets his hand hover above the basket of goodies thoughtfully for a few moments as if the choice was as important as choosing which loved one to save from a raging river. Eventually he grabs a sticky current bun between his thumb and forefinger to limit the surface of his hand bound to become coated in syrupy sugar residue. It feels slightly warmed from the basket’s proximity to the recently lit wood stove and he closes his eyes for a moment with a pleased look as he takes a bite of the decadent treat*

Your secret is safe with me, you glutton. Just don’t let her catch you.

You know, it’s funny. When I first met Lettie she was shy as a lamb, the Circus has really brought her out of her shell. These days she can have a grown man shaking in his boots with only a disapproving quirk of the brow. I’ll hand it to her, it’s a skill. Some days she has more of a commanding presence around here than I do.

*He finishes the bun in two more bites then sucks the stickiness from his fingers before standing with a slight stretch and moving over to put some water in the kettle and pull out a couple of chipped mugs from an open closet*

They’ve really spruced this place up. I haven’t visited much since we had the caravans put up, I’m glad you’re still finding time to spend with the troupe after hours. I should make more of an effort to visit, I’ve fallen into habit of waiting until they come to me.

*Chipping some tea from the block into each mug, he crushes them a little sloppily with the back of a teaspoon before pouring the content of the steaming kettle over them, giving them a stir and then bringing the two mugs to the table. He sits opposite Phillip and deposits several lumps of brown sugar into his mug before selectively choosing a lumpy ratafia cake from the basket to crunch on.

He watches the youngers fond expression, his own eyes creasing at the corners in pride and affection. Then let’s his foot nudge Phillip’s once again playfully under the table, throwing him a lazy, smug look*

You know, I think I’d rather sit and eat cake in a dingy caravan next to a stinking harbour than eat in a stuffy restaurant like that any night of the week.

*He lifts his mug to toast it jokingly*

Though any setting is enriched with good conversation and exceptional company.  

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*He beams throughout Phineas’ helpless laughter, pleased to have abated the earlier tensions. He rewards himself by selecting a plump cherry muffin from the selection, and picks a sticky red cherry from the top to eat first and licks his fingertips clean of the sugary glaze.*

*His expression turns mischievious, his grin smug as he says without further elaboration:* Charles deserves it.

*He proceeds to pick apart the muffin, eating it in small chunks with a pleased hum. When the topic turns to the subject of Lettie, his expression turns warm and fond, and he tracks Phineas across the room as he makes them tea.* It’s a little known fact that Lettie’s the one who actually runs this place; we’re just pomp and show, Lettie calls the shots. I saw her scold one of the elephants once, and let’s not forget that time she made you back-down about the canon, which even I couldn’t do.  

*He grins, accepting his cup with a murmured thanks. His cups the mug in his hands, feeling the warmth seep through into his hands, and is eyeing a second cake when Phineas’ foot nudges his again, just as it had no an hour before. His breath catches, and he clears his throat quietly to try and mask it.*

*He instinctively lifts his mug a little too, to match the playful toast, and before he can think better of it, he jumps on the opportunity Phineas had likely unintentionally presented him.* Speaking of good conversation…

*He thumbs the rim of his cup, but forces his head up and locks eyes with Phineas so he wouldn’t flake.*

You never did finish what you were saying, over our ‘not-actually-a-business-dinner, business dinner’.

[askbarnum]

Hey, she didn’t make me back down, I still have plans to get a cannon eventually. Though I’ll admit; that look she does, you know the one, I’m soft to it. Not many people can make me feel guilty.

*He watches Phillip suck sugar from his slender fingers, letting out a fond chuckle to distract from the warmth of his face, finding himself transfixed by the unconsciously seductive action.

His laughter trails off a little as Phillip follows up on his earlier topic. He picks up a teaspoon to stir the content of his mug, glad for the gentle tink sound filling the silence as the tone of the room mellows to something more serious. He furrows his brow a little, thinking carefully over his words before putting down the spoon.*

Fair enough, I suppose I did rather duck out of that one, not one of my best excuses. It seemed the restaurant wasn’t the place for this discussion.

*He sighs heavily, reaching over to take a cookie from the basket and breaking it in half before dunking half inside his warm mug, staring into the liquid thoughtfully rather than maintaining eye contact with the other, deciding to test the waters*

It’s been nearly a year since I stopped living with Charity and I’ve recently been thinking about getting back into the courting game, so to speak. I suspect I’m little rusty. I never much explored the world of courtship, I believed Charity was to be my only even as a boy, so the act of engaging and courting potential partners in my youth somewhat surpassed me. Still, with my good looks and quick wit, I doubt I’ll have much trouble picking it up.

*He chuckles, shifting to cross his legs in a faux-relaxed position to make the conversation feel more casual despite an obvious air of hesitation*

I’ve been thinking on this for a long while now and I’ve spoken to Charity about it, she’s positive on the topic, and eager for me to move on as she has. Thinks me a little late to the game if anything.

It’s just that it’s not quite that easy. I haven’t been able to tell her directly yet but, well, to put it frankly, I think I’ve taken rather an interest in gents.

*He rubs his thumb in a subconsciously nervous motion across the handle of his mug, biting the softened half biscuit for distraction before glancing at Phillip, scanning his features for signs of shock or intrigue, but finding his expression indescribable. He swallows his mouthful and clears his throat with a slightly awkward laugh and a dismissive wave of his hand to break the moment of silence between them*

Don’t worry I won’t go spreading it around, even I know this is one scandal that won’t do the business any favours. And I assure you it’s not some perverse interest, I simply just enjoy the company of men in the romantic sense, it’s no different to having a romantic fancy for a pretty young lady, I’m not about to start batting my eyes at every strong man we bring into the circus. It’s merely something I’ve discovered about myself and I’m unsure I’m able to change it, or willing to. I’m sure you of all people understand.

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*Even though there’s a tangible tension in the air, it’s different from the suffocating atmosphere of the restaurant. Within the caravan it’s thick and intimate with familiarity, and Phineas’ rare uncertainty adds something, an apprehension, perhaps, as Phillip cups his mug and watches Phineas intently, even as the man keeps his gaze fixated elsewhere.*

*His smile is surprised but fond as Phineas’ hesitations seem to be on the pursuit of romance, which Phillip likely should have expected - Phineas was an attractive man with a need for connection, and as an elegible batchelor he was bound to catch the eye of the more scandelous figures of the upperclass, even with his widely critisied means of ascent amongst the classes. *

*And yet, if Phillip hadn’t been raised beneath the scrutinous eye of his father, there’s no telling what his expression would have been at the unexpected revelation that follows.*

*His heart seems to stop and race at the same time in a stuttered rhythm in his chest, and it takes every ounce of control to maintain an open but carefully neutral expression. Even with the surprise, Phineas’ proceeding to educate Phillip on the matter inspires an indulgent smile, and the image of Phineas suddenly batting his eyes at the strong man has him snorting inelegantly as he tries to stifle his laughter.*

*Clearing his throat, his smile returns, soft and indulgent.*

I should hope not, I don’t believe Adrianne would be very happy if you started flirting with her husband. But thank you for trusting me, Phineas, and of course this doesn’t change anything between us, and you shouldn’t feel the need to try and change yourself, you are who you are and everyone here loves you for it. Besides…

*He takes a sip from his cup, eyeing a potentially second helping from the baked selection as he says with a light ease:* I can hardly argue that male companionship can be just as emotionally and physically rewarding as that of female company.

[askbarnum]

*Phillip’s loose bearing and fond smile immediately put him at ease. He lets out a relieved laugh and sits back in his chair, posture sinking back into something much more relaxed. He takes a long sip of his tea and rocks his chair back, picking up the discarded half of his biscuit and taking a bite, tossing a broken piece at Phillip without warning, chuckling fondly.*

Yes, I don’t imagine she’d be too pleased. Luckily, I don’t think he is quite my type; too shy, too soft. I like someone who’s not afraid to push back.

*He waves his hand dismissively as he talks, then glances at the plate of cakes, illuminated by the warm candlelight with a homely yellow glow. Eyes softening with a tired, fond expression.*

Thank you for understanding, sharing that is a load off my mind, you can’t even imagine. Foolish of me to have worked myself up over it, I know I can always trust you.

*He leans back, taking another mouthful of tea and regards Phillip with a cautious curiosity.*

Is that so?

*He clears his throat. His next words are light, but they don’t quite mask the genuine query beneath his teasing lilt.*

If I didn’t know you better, Phil, I’d think you were implying you’ve engaged in such irreputable activities…is there more behind your bachelor status than I’m aware of?

*Putting his mug down and resting his forearms on the table, he leans minutely forward with heavy eyelids and a diffident smile. With a fortifying breath, he plough onwards with what he hopes is an air of confidence.*

But in all seriousness, that’s not all I wanted to confess to you… I know everyone knows me as a terribly prolific liar, I’ll be the first to admit that myself,  but you’re my business partner, my confidante, my closest friend, and I don’t want to lie to you, especially about this. We’ve gone through a lot together, and you’ve arguably seen me at my best and my worst, and you’ve stayed by my side despite the hardships. Honestly, I fear that I’ve grown a fondness for you that exceeds that of friendship, something intimate and indecent.

*He holds Phillip’s stare, expression a hesitant frown for a moment. He sighs through his nose and downs his tea in one before continuing with a gentle tone*

Now, I’m no fool. I know you’re an eligible young bachelor, probably inclined to settle down with a nice young lady and start a family soon. But I felt it only fair to you as my friend to tell you that this is how I feel.