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cecil’s cabaret—- a unique atmosphere, the perfect place for him to soak his brain for the night, immerse himself into something larger than himself, spiral into the brassy delight of detroit nightlife . . . an opportunity that arises once every blue business trip. do not be fooled . . . don draper is not here for the temptation of exposed skin, nor for the prospect of a cheap laugh. research, he calls it, fingering the cultural pulse—- always watching life from within his glass box like the little wooden boy he is . . . he’s not watching the performance. he’s watching the people, their reactions. and he has plenty of opportunity; the place is packed . . . not a seat in the house left on a thursday night, which is interesting . . . because this strip of detroit was filled with every variation imaginable of this same idea in different sizes, colors, themes, etc. and they’re all half as full . . . which begs the question, why this particular cabaret? was it for the entertainment? the grandiose feel, the excitement, the thrill of bright lights? the feeling that arises before one is compelled to applaud? or could it be the antiquated feel . . . the feeling you get like you’ve been there before, like you’ll be there again just to savor the feeling? ‘TRADITION.’ he jots the word down on a napkin, carefully dissecting his own handwriting with his eyes . . . it’s an idea, but it’s not the right idea.

he hardly notices the blonde at his shoulder ordering a drink. he’s seen @badbird​ before, this he knows, but where . . . ?   ❛ you’re the cabaret girl. ❜   he recalls loud enough for her to hear, stamping out his cigarette into his ashtray and discarding the butt among the others. smoke curls from his nose in ribbons, temporarily obscuring his face from view. and when it reappears, he is still just as expressionless as when he hadn’t recognized her at all. then, matter of factly, with a furrowed brow, he concludes,   ❛ —- you were good. ❜   

[midgeling]

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𝐒𝐂    ,     𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃    .     ⟨    𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞  *  、 unplotted   starter  .    ⟩

a   weight   lifted   from   his   shoulders                  𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞   𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲   .   a   night   of   paid   companionship   had   meant   that   for   the   better   part   of   the   evening   bear   had   felt   the   weight   of   a   strong   arm   slung   across   his   back   ,      the   possessive   tightening   of  muscles   felt   every   time   he  dared   to   shift   without   permission   .      there   was   no   set   in   stone   ending   planned   for   the   night   ,   but   as   time   ticked   on   and   the   smell   of   alcohol   grew   thick   ,   the   young   man   was   lucky   enough   to   have   found   himself   abandoned      (   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤   𝐨𝐟   𝐚   𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝   )      and   left   to   his   own   devices   .      𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋      it   would   have   been   entirely   unlike   bear   to   simply   cut   and   run   ,   and   so   he   stayed   right   where   he   was   ,   offering      an   almost-genuine   smile      to   the   first   person   who   looked   worthy   of   his   time   .      ❛   cool   lights   in   here   ,   right   ?   ❜      he   stated   ,   going   for   the   first   and   most   obvious   line   of   conversation   .

@badbird​​

[vlvetprose]

the  lights  in  the  dressing  room  dripped  with  heat,   the  reflection  that  glared  back  at  him  a  haunted  thing,  melting  from  the  inside  out.     the  coke  had  robert  perspiring  and  his  upper  lip  has  a  slight  sheen  to  it,   his  chest  glistening,  palms  sweaty.      he  imagines  how  he’ll  look  in  the  stage  lights  and  turns  his  face  one  way  and  then  another,   willing  his  hair  to  fall  into  some  semblance  of  normal.

he  gives  in  when  he  hears  the  faintest  of  knocks,    head  swiveling  violently  in  the  direction  of  the  door.      robert  checks  his  teeth  once  more  and  goes  to  his  dressing  table,  covering  the  coke  and  pills  with  a  long,  green  scarf.

     ❝     what’s  the  password ?   ❞   is  shouted  at  another  knock,   more  insistent  this  time.  his  heart  thrums  in  his  ears  &  he  realizes,   like  a  shot  to  the  stomach,  just  how  nervous  he  truly  is.

gripping  the  dressing  room  door’s  knob,   he  takes  one  last  deep  breath  before  pulling  the  thing  open.     

    ❝       just  the  two  scoundrels  i  wanted  to  see .       ❞  

       @badbird​     

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