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[notsincecarrie]

*he is short, balding, heavyset, looking older than he should. he enters singing. it is a pleasant voice, if nothing special* "How do you do, Miss Pratt, how do you do? I'm just fine, Miss Pratt, how are you?" That's from Seventeen. A forgotten musical that opened in 1951 and ran 182 performances at the Broadhurst Theatre. It starred Kenneth

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[abigqueen]

Buzz! *smiles, though there's a tinge of worry to it* It's good to see you. But I'm afraid I haven't seen James or John.

[notsincecarrie]

*grins* I'll make a show queen out of you yet.

[abigqueen]

*grins back* Something tells me that you might be taking credit for my divorce.

[notsincecarrie]

If it would leave you free for me... *waggles eyebrows* ...I kid, I kid.

[abigqueen]

*keeping that arm safe and solid and steady around Perry* You see that? He's been eyeing me from the start.

[notsincecarrie]

Too bad I was tied up with John back then, hm?

[somany_stars]

Thank God. Don't try to do anything funny just because you're jealous.

[abigqueen]

Buzz knows he's lost his chance.

[notsincecarrie]

Sadly. How do you two manage to be so perfect?

[abigqueen]

That's my influence, of course.

[notsincecarrie]

Should have known.

[somany_stars]

Only on the surface. Underneath we're a seething mess of fuckedness.

[notsincecarrie]

I would hope so. *grins*

[abigqueen]

Not in the last thirty years.

[somany_stars]

Really? Are you sure?

[abigqueen]

No. *laughs* This is usually when we'd ask Buzz.