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[wishboned]

WHO: Perry Holiday (THE GENIE) & May Decatur (THE MARCH HARE)
WHAT: Perry and May hit the town! One harder than the other.
WHEN: Before May leaves LA (obviously)
WHERE: The second fancy club of the evening
RATING: TBA!

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[may_haigha]

It was textbook, really.

The first club May had tried to be good, she had tried not to drink, but one wouldn't hurt. One had turned into two and two had turned into six and six had turned into a count that had been lost hours before.

She had called Perry if only because it was hard to have Kilroy there in the same town as her and not able to spend anymore time with her. The people at Promises wouldn't let her. So, she had left that evening and gone straight back to the hotel. After speaking with Perry, sure that her call had been more of a begging and pleading to have certain memories of Kilroy and May's time together wiped from her mind, she rushed down to the dress store in the hotel and bought something to make her feel fabulous.

Thankfully, the People she was in hadn't come out yet, but the dress had reminded her of what they had put her in for the photoshoot. A pale blue corseted dress that gave May more curves than she thought she could have, which had been overlaid with a filmy black netting to have her blend into the night. There really was no question as to what she had been going out for... there was just that part of her that felt guilty, as she always did.

Still, she couldn't back out now, and as the alcohol took residence in her body, she knew she didn't really want to back out. Though, ever since the table incident, doing anything without Kilroy just felt wrong.

She wasn't aware of Perry looking for her, as May's body moved and swayed to the beat of the music with the rest of the club-goers. The whole dance floor looked like one big pulsing beast, sweating and searching for their prey for that night. Still, May had found the one person in the club that looked eerily like Kilroy, although the personality left much to be desired. He was probably a producer, or some other Hollywood bigwig, that had nothing to offer anyone except a chance at the casting couch. May didn't need that, but she needed the drunken glances out of the corner of her eyes that could make her think that she was there with Kilroy.

But it wasn't until she had managed to get up on the stage and start moving in a way that made her look like a woman possessed that her best friend look-alike decided it was time for her to go. May had jumped into his arms, and mumbled something about Kilroy and finding Perry and curling up on a table as he started to move her towards the door.

"PERRY!" May screamed the name as if she had just hit the jackpot, passing by the Genie in some stroke of luck, and she pushed off of the man that had been taking her to his car. Her arms flung around Perry, though the cloud of alcohol had probably hit him far before she had. "Where have you been?"

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"Right here! I've been right here for like twenty minutes" Perry replied, with such grand enthusiasm that it could only be sarcastic; pleasantly put-upon, though. He was glad he'd found May. Less glad she'd brought a friend. He appraised him for one long second, judged that chances were slimmer than an heiress' cocktail dress that he was letting his friend out into the glittering night under the buffoon's care (call it a fellow-understanding of the motives and methods), and unceremoniously made space at his table by scooting both himself and his new brunette out.

"Yeah, okay. I'm Perry. This is Gloria? Have you met Gloria? She's great," he said, and nearly rolled her into man's arms. Gloria was agent fishing so she wasn't pleased, but she was nothing special so he wasn't broke up, and one of Perry's many talents was letting girls down softly. Maybe this fellow would be the one big-headed, dark-haired, middle-aged girlmonger with soft hands. Who's to say. May liked him.

But begging the grace of higher powers, Perry felt May's preferences for men slightly misplaced. The real one was in rehab, and the facsimiles had more hair gel than interesting thoughts going on. He didn't completely care. He was too busy brushing a fake strand of thread off her bare shoulder, a gesture part-paternal and only a little steeped in alcohol. He grinned.

"You good? You doing good?" She looked like she was doing good.

[may_haigha]

May arched a brow at the push off of that Glorious Gloria. Gloria. G-L-O-R-I-A! May silently sang the song for just a bit, her head bobbing along and even giving a little arm raise and spun around. "Good? I'm great!" She leaned a bit into Perry, the drunken haze glassing her eyes over making him look like James Bond, or better yet, a young Bruce Campbell.

Of course, she knew, she knew he was still Perry, and that looking at him as some hunky fictional or non-fictional characters was wrong. It was Perry. However, that argument had probably gone out the door after the first tequila shot had been introduced to her system. After all, it was difficult to confuse the man that was now checking out Gloria with Kilroy if it weren't for the huge amounts of alcohol.

"Weeeellllllll... not as great as Gloria, but I'm great. Perry?" her words slurred in that way that proved that she had probably replaced any trace of blood in her system with Long Island Iced Teas. (It is May. It has Tea in the name. She has to drink at least three, or she feels like she's betraying alcohol as a whole.) "Did you hear? I'm in People. People thinks I'm pretty. They asked me about all kinds of things." And as quickly as that thought entered her head, her eyes lit up and she grabbed at Perry's shirt in the crazed fashion she was so well-known for.

"Perry," her voice was rushed as if she had the best idea ever. "Perry, Perry, Perry, Perry. We should go to Alcatraz. That's out here right?"