@sikvultures // <3
Wednesday to Sunday every week rain or shine tucked at the end of the cul-de-sac a mere half an hour from the Cour des Miracles where the violinist and actor resided Renaud's welcomed all the undesirables of Paris for an evening of entertainment, two shows an evening except for Wednesday where only a matinée performance at 3 pm was performed. Saturday night came, two performances concluded and everyone from cast members to pit musicians to employees had to contribute in cleaning their grubby little theater.
The wages were meagre, the hours long and Nicolas' hands ached already, yearning for the watery cabbage stew that was waiting for them back in their attic bedsit when someone, a blond pest sort of someone decided that instead of sweeping the aisle like he was assigned to he'd come and try and poke Nicolas with the broom handle.
"Go back to your sweeping,Lelio. None of us can go home until it is all done" Nicolas chastised licking up litter when once more the tip of the broom handle poked him in the bum as he bent over. "Are you a child? I understand the space between your ears is nothing hit a gathering of lint but are you this bored you must harass me?" He questioned and was met with those stupid grey eyes full of mischief. "Go do your sweeping- I want to go home. I am in no mood for your.." and that was when Lestat made the mistake to boop him in the nose with this broom tip and when Nicolas lost it!
"Come here you little imp!" He hissed running after him with his dirty cloth and the moment he'd catch him he'd whip his bottom with it.
"Why are you running, Lelio?" Nicolas asked him when row 7's seats were the only thing between him and his revenge. Renaud emerged from his office and it was time to go her paid. Something about Nicolas' warning gaze betrayed that Lestat had not been let off the hook yet.
