(Because apparently my brain hasn’t got anything else it needs to think about.)
So as I said in the last post that the role allocations (Race claiming Jack whilst Albert has to play everyone else) leads to some bickering down the line as tensions start to grow between the two. The longer they keep doing it the more bickery they get - to the point where they’re now imitating each other really mockingly back and forth like little kids pointing out everything they find annoying about the other - with stupidly inaccurate voices and everything. They keep going, attacking each others characters, getting bigger and bolder with their statements to the point where (if you want to get shippy) Albert blurts out that Race has a crush on Spot and they both just freeze completely mortified knowing that it’s gone too far.
I can see Albert immediately slapping his hand to his mouth with regret.
Race’s cigar dropping to the floor (which he still insists on having throughout the entire re-enactment) as his jaw drops in complete shock.
The sound of something smashing as it hits the floor in another room and there’s complete silence.
Spot slowly and warily walks in - wide eyed, just staring at Race - utterly bewildered by what he’s just heard and not sure how to process the information. (It’s hard to tell if he’s angry/embarrassed/upset/happy/confused/uncomfortable/ or any kind of emotion because it’s The Spot Conlon.)
There’s just dead silence as they all just look at each other for what feels like a really long time - then one of them (I can’t decide which - maybe Albert) just says slowly and trying to sound casual - “Heey Spot.” ending with an awkward little laugh. But he stays frozen with that unreadable look.
The pair then run off in the other direction to escape the situation and hide (Albert from Race and Race from EVERYONE.)
The little show would be abandoned as Albert avoids Race, and Race tries to drink his embarrassment away - it would take Jack getting involved to sort things out. He’d grab Albert and find Race at Jacobi’s just staring at an empty glass - but with no more money all he’s had is water. Race is distraught, Alberts sorry and Jack just want to go to bed - suggesting the boys should do the same. They’d keep going back and forth try to convince Race that his life isn’t over and he shouldn’t move away (“to that place Jacks always singin’ ‘bout”) - but he doesn’t listen and turns to leave anyway.
Though he’s stopped by the sight of a recognisable figure standing behind him - Spot Conlon - and freezes - embarrassed and just a little bit scared for his life. But after a second of silence, Spot just hands him back the cigar he dropped before and asks if he’s gonna finish the performance -
Race: you care about that?
Spot: what I say - you got me invested.
(Spot just gives him a little smile and Race’s face drops in surprise)
Race: *turning back to Albert* ALBERT! Get y’ur crutch - we’re goin’ from the top!
(Jack very loudly groans and throws his head down on the table - knowing it’s gonna be a VERY long night.)
This is such a ridiculous idea - but honestly expect more because my brain keeps thinking thing up. Also this wasn’t supposed to be that long - but part 2 came to mind as I typed up the first bit (all because I added the cigar to it) so I just went with it - that why the structures pretty all over the place. Enjoy if you’d like. 💛
