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Jason Todd ([personal profile] runningred) wrote 2016-06-07 11:17 pm (UTC)

Jay kisses the slope of his neck, resting his chin on Emcee’s shoulder to watch. “Reminds me of that pretty blonde back home.” He mutters softly. Back home meaning the Bar without realising.

The fans close in as the last of the clothing drops away, covering the dancer with a moan that echoes both masculine and feminine. The lights dim and the dancers clear the stage for the next act.

Miss Kitty comes back out, greeting everyone with her usual aplomb and winds the crowds up for another round of applauses. “Isn’t our Vic divine, ladies and gentlemen? Next up is our very own master chef and one half of our glorious management with a song of his own choosing, followed by some audience participation. Hold on to your hats, darlings!”

As Jared comes on, shy but sweet to sing a rather soulful version of Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood, the band matching him perfectly, Kitty searches the crowd for them.

“I think that’s our cue.” Jay grins and holds the screen back for Emcee.


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