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[thexuntamed]

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@mcneyhoney

       “ no but – but darling listen to me! “    maybe it was a  bad  idea to have so many drinks, or maybe it was the best idea they’ll ever have. as they sit there giggling at each other stefani is trying  oh so hard   to tell him about her wondrous plans, the sketches and numbers and so carefully thought out routines she’d like to add to her show, only no one will listen.

       “ i wanna — i wanna   tell   you because you know about these things! just – just tell me if it’s a good idea, okay??   okay??  “   she giggles as she pushes her chair out, standing on it now in the middle of the empty cabaret. he’s one of the few that don’t work this hall she’d ever let stay back after closing, the artists must stick together.  

     on her chair with a drink in one hand, trying hard to stop the laughter, she calmly swipes a hand from forehead to chin, her expression dropping to one more stage worthy beneath it.  

           “ picture me,  a blonde wig, pearls and furs and everything ridiculously decadent. i’ll start with sophie tucker – “   her voice changes now, the hoarse tone staying but with a swinging accent.    “ i’ll never forget it!    she’ll tell a story, one of those dirty old jokes and in the background i’ll have a beautiful girl, blonde to play soph and one of the men, it doesn’t matter which yet. they act out the joke as i tell it and just before the punchline i turn around — “  a startled jump, she turns on the chair and the voice returns.   “ why  you rotten little  — if you’re gonna mock me you better do it right! “  

        now she hops from the chair, marching around it, glancing back to him at times.   “ so i go back and i kick the beautiful blonde off stage and the crowd will laugh and i’ll start the joke again, only side of stage – “    she runs across the bar to hide behind a pillar, poking out from behind it with wide eyes.   “ we see the beautiful blonde trying to creep her way back on —- “

WHEN EM ORDERED COFFEE; HE ALWAYS ASKED FOR PLENTY OF SUGAR. Not that he didn’t like coffee– he loved it, but a spoonful (or four) of sugar helps the medicine go on down, so they say. In fact: he’d come to look forward to the sugar as much as the coffee, at this point… which brings us to–

In the blackness of a post-patron cabaret club: Stef was the precise measure of sugar to keep away the bitterness those shadows cast. She prattled on about ideas and set ups, Em would nod UP down UP down UP down as if he were listening to a child discuss their favorite colors; actually, he didn’t see much different in that than this. The only anything overflowing more than his friend was his glass, until he fixed that right up with a swift siiiiiiiiiip…

“I’m LISTENING!” Fingertips flicked at the tips of his own PERKED ears– He WAS! More so than he likely listened to anyone today! How could he not with how she was going on… yet hesmiled, still, happy to reassure her: YES, THE ARTISTS WERE DISCUSSING IMPORTANT! MATTERS!

aaaand UP SHE WENT: Em worried, just a tad, not enough to interrupt… they had been drinking quite a bit, and what good would she be if she went and broke her ankle, but she’d managed to jump on that chair with all the grace of a drunken kitten- he’d even LAUGHED when she was up in place on a proper pedestal, but her SHOW face was put on behind her palm; he followed suit, calm down Em she’s about to START!

Her gag was splendid: the glamour appealed to the eye, the joke appealed to the humor, the narrator break appealed to an audience, the DRAMA had him LOSING HIS COMPOSURE IN A FIT OF SNIFFLING GIGGLES.

BUT, yet again, SHE’S ON THE MOVE! Em stretched out a lanky limb to claim the chair she’d ditched for the pole.

“I’d do decadently devastating things for just a bottled ounce of your energy, Liebling–” MOSTLY, TO SELL IT! Those girls of his sniffing coke off his vanity had nothing on HER. They jittered, she VIBRATED, and he loved every bit of it. He puts on plenty of shows: but when he’s with her, he gets to be an audience, and she never disappoints.

“You simply MUUUUUST let me know when you get along to putting it in your show, I’d tramplebrutes to see it all played out-” perhaps the drinks had made him rusty, but his voice came along as tinny as wind chimes: HE’S PICTURING IT NOW! HE’LL SIT RIGHT NEAR THE STAGE! LIKE A REAL VIP, at least in his own mind…

“and not’a soul could find a lil’ blonde bunny who could upstage you: IT’S’A PERFECT PLAN!”priorities, after all; HE KNEW WELL ENOUGH- SPOTLIGHT ON STEFANI OR BUST!

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Anthony Weiner <3