Romeo and Juliet

[legendarymadman]

This is one play that Geoffrey's not watching alone, even if it means keeping Duck backstage at his side throughout the entire thing. Part of it's because it's just too special to him, to them, and experiencing it alone just seems wrong. And part of it's that Geoffrey's nervous, more nervous than he was for the last couple of plays - he's taken a

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Stephen wasn't really sure why he had decided to go watch the play. It's not as if anything else happened on the island of bored souls, and he figured that a play was the closest thing to television.

Except for the actual TV, but Stephen didn't really want to be anywhere near Curtis and that Newbie guy again anytime soon. So the play, it was.

Too bad Romeo and Juliet was an incredibly boring play. Oh, everyone had done pretty good, he supposed, but come on. Shakespeare? It was just so done.

Oh, well. Stephen stood where he had sat, watching people mill about.

[psych_out]

"What, no flowers?" Shawn asks, his bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. "That's okay. I'll settle for your words of praise." He waves a hand, giving Stephen the floor. "Aaaaaaand begin."

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Stephen blinked at Shawn.

"You were in it?" he asked, completely serious.

[psych_out]

"You're joking, right?" As far as Shawn is concerned, he was the BACKBONE of the play, the glue that held everything together! With a much more sincere pout, Shawn snatches Stephens glasses clear off his face and peers up at the sun through them. "Are these things on?"

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That was uncalled for.

"Hey!" Stephen exclaimed, torn between grabbing them back or not. Shawn was so spastic that he'd probably break them. In the end Stephen settled for holding his hand out in his classic 'gimmie' gesture. "Who were you, then?"

[psych_out]

"I was Romeo's homeboy." Homeboy. Manservant. Same thing. Almost. Sort of. Putting the glasses on, Shawn waves his hands in front of himself, then felt Stephen up in a completely nonsexual way. "Dude, no wonder. How do you see anything with these? Did they come inside a cereal box?"

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Stephen batted at Shawn's hands, but not before giggling when Shawn brushed a ticklish spot. Composing himself, Stephen returned to glaring. His eyes weren't that bad. He could see well enough without them, but that wasn't the point.

"Well they're hardly blurry when I wear them, since they were made for me!" he said, rolling his annoyingly-uncovered eyes.

[psych_out]

"It's like looking into coke bottles!" Shawn shouts. He's exaggerating, of course, but it serves Steven right for completely missing his performance. It was Oscar worthy. Or... whatever award they gave out for stage things. "You're one step away from bifocals, my friend."

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"I am not!" Stephen said bitterly. "I can see better right now than you can. And give them back!" he added, because why was Shawn still wearing them? Stephen did not come to this play to get harassed!

[psych_out]

"Embrace your years, oh Wise One," Shawn says, holding his hands up. Stephen was so touchy; it would be sad if it wasn't so darn funny. "Women dig older men, that distinguished bit of gray in the hair. Which begs the question, why the hell are you here with me? Romeo and Juliet was just on that stage, man. You should be zoning in, offering a shoulder to cry on. Or a hanky. Or... something. But instead, you're here talking to me." Yes, Shawn's completely aware that he was the one who had actually approached him.

"Can I keep these? I think they look better on me. You should look into contacts. Or LASIK."

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Stephen was close to losing it. He was not old! What the hell was wrong with these people?!

"I'm talking to you because you stole my glasses!" He wasn't about to walk off without them. And they definitely did not look better on Shawn. The guy was crazy. "Give them back."

LASIK? On the island? Sure.

[psych_out]

Things were kind of bordering on pathetic now. Shawn half expected a foot stomping temper tantrum to strike, so, before letting that come to pass, he pulls off the glasses and holds them out to Stephen. "Take a pill, dude. In fact, take several - five times the recommended amount."

God knows the man needed it.

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Stephen snatched the glasses back instantly, as if the offer was a trick. As he wiped the lens on the hem of his shirt, he said, "Advocating an overdose? At Romeo and Juliet?"

Of course, if Stephen had the pills...

[psych_out]

"Chill pills... I doubt you'll have any significant complications. You can probably still operate heavy machinery, too." Unless he was allergic to chill. Considering who they're talking about, that may not be too far fetched.

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Sighing, Stephen put the glasses back where they belonged. "Well, an overdose would probably be better than this," he muttered.

Then, because sometimes he could be polite (and not call someone old), he added, "Good job in the play." He vaguely recalled a manservant, even if he hadn't been able to tell it was Shawn.

[psych_out]

"Better than what? Shakespeare?" Depending on the piece, Shawn was liable to agree, but not out loud, not here or now. Geoffrey was somewhere hidden in this sea of people and, frankly, he's heard enough monologuing for one night.

"You mean the play I may or may not have been in? Thanks. I think."