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[hookahed]

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[hookahed]

Where are you sitting?

I want to know so I don't look in that direction. Because I know you're going to be there, making faces.

[biggestbear]

Hell if I know, they're at the box office. Tracey said they were pretty good though.

You'll just have to suck it up, Neil boyo. The show must go on and all that.

[hookahed]

I'm going to give the people at the gate your photo, so they can stop and shake you down. Just to make sure you're not sneak in any rotten tomatoes.

We'll go out afterward?

[biggestbear]

Nothing folks would appreciate more during an evening of entertainment, then getting the chance to take a swing at a politician. Really, should be sending the hospital bill to you.

Sounds fine, but I've got two tickets, which implies that I'll have a date and Heaven forbid she is to put up with the two of us without me first consulting her.

Private to David

[hookahed]

Juicy gossip supersedes everything else that's been written.

Ooo ooo ooo! Who are you bringing to the show, you dog you?

Re: Private to Neil.

[biggestbear]

That's for me to know and you to be so shocked that you're to stumble over that possessed beard of yours.

Private to David

[hookahed]

Hey... I'm Polonius... not Father-fucking-Time.

Re: Private to Neil.

[biggestbear]

Yeah yeah, Polonius, sure. No questions asked.

Private to David

[goldentress]

Date?

Should I warn her about your leprechaun heritage? Or was it mail-fetcher? I'm sure you have both...

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

Why Amelia Wright, do I sense a small fraction of jealousy seeping in from your side of the screen?

Private to David

[goldentress]

Jealousy? I wasn't aware that I possessed the ability...

BUT, I suppose I would be green over the fact that she gets to see a play while I only got coffee and cheesecake. I'm virtually stamping my foot and pouting over here, David.

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

There there, actually if you're so interested in the play, I could tell you about it.

Hamlet. Fat lot of swordplay, romance, blood and glory complete with a possessed beard worn by our mutual friend. At the end, the boat sinks while a quartet of musicians play on.

Speaking of famous sinking ships, I've been meaning to ask you something.

Private to David

[goldentress]

That quartet of musicians was the best part of the wasted three hours of my time. I'm sure the play will be full of swanky English accents and Neil tugging on his beard. The latter of which might actually generate a laugh or two from your date.

Pfft, who said I was jealous? I wiped the pout off my face the second I realized it made me look like a five year old brat.

What is it?

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

How's your week shaping up? I've got myself these two tickets to this play and need someone to make my date jealous.

Private to David

[goldentress]

Oh, I don't know, David. I don't know who this woman is, she could be the type who likes to pull hair.

What are your views on her? Is she the dangerous-when-jealous sort?

Re: Private to Amelia.

[biggestbear]

Almost a gray area with her, Amelia. Do believe that given the proper motivation, she's got a mean right hook.