018 ♬ action; it's gonna be my fault and no one else | locked to freddles

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[There's a fire burning in a little pit thanks to his own personal genius gal, and Lorne's got a drink in hand thanks to his neverending mini bar. What should be a quiet little evening on the roof is in fact one that's tinged with some worry and a little moping on his part. If his horns could, they'd be drooping.]

Every time I try to do something spectacular, my place gets burned down. Or, well, the City somehow turns into my show. Either way, I just can't catch a break!

[He glances over at Fred and sighs a little.] Well, at least you and I are both with the lack of cursing this time, hey?

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[She really feels for Lorne. It was likely a curse would hit during his show, but nothing this extensive, or...topical. And two days? Geez. She put a hand on his shoulder.]

Yep. Kinda surprising, that I've missed this sort of thing twice. But I'm glad you did, too. We can at least watch it together.

And if this is anything like the last one, it'll be over by tomorrow. We should still be able to do the last show...?

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[He sighs again, to properly express his distress at how he's totally being targeted by the deities. Jerks.] Don't jinx yourself, you've got a good record so far, sweetness.

I suppose you're right. At least we had a great opener. I'm just not sure everyone will want to play out and watch what they just lived though.

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[The deities ARE jerks, and- yeah, maybe she shouldn't tempt fate. She nods at the advice.]

It's not quite the same...I mean, it is New York out there right now. [wry smile] And there's no performance like ours anywhere in the City, I bet. I think we'll still draw a crowd.

Opening night went really well, didn't it? Everyone loved it. I've helped out with stage stuff before, but I've never been around to see the results.

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[Lorne actually chuckles at Fred's attempt to make him feel better, just because there really wasn't much else to say about it.] I guess that's a selling point. Makes a world of difference, even!

It turned out fantastic, if I do say so myself. I'm glad you had a good time, too, honey buns. You already seem a lot better.

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Yeah, I- I think I really needed that, you know? Something to focus on.

[She quiets down at that, trying to avoid talking about it- but she eventually gives in, looking up to give him a small smile.]

Thanks for still being here. I think I'd be in a lot worse shape if you weren't.

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Oh, don't thank me. If you weren't here, I'd probably turn into a curmudgeonly old demon, morals be damned!

I'm not sure I'd want to be here if you weren't, Freddles. It would be hard; to know that-- well, that you could be here and we could do fairly normal things together. Like watch everything go crazy while we enjoy a nice fire.

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You know, when you say 'curmudgeonly', it makes me think of those cranky old men who would yell at kids to get off their lawn. And I just can't even picture you doing that, not ever. [she may be giggling a bit]

Yeah. The City's not too fair sometimes, but I do feel lucky for any time I have here. It's like...extra innings, almost. [she shakes her head, as if that will get rid of the serious tone the conversation's taken.]

But I am here, and so we can do all the normal City activities. [curse watching from afar included. She looks around, then shrugs.] I really should've gotten some marshmallows. Or popcorn, popcorn would've been better.

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Can I have a cane and a young new next door neighbor? Maybe we start off antagonistic, sure, but then it gets playful. Then, who knows where it goes! [he will encourage this giggling at any expense]

With cherries on top. [not that it makes any sense] I'm glad for the extra innings, though. I'll even step up to the plate a few times if necessary.

[he jingles the ice in his glass lightly and grins] Well, that's entirely up to you, because I'm just dandy with my sustenance for the night.

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Maybe the cane would help...nope, still not seeing it.

[she grins at him- she's not going to ask him to step up to any plates, but she knows how things can go here.

And then she regards his drink as if it were a lab experiment. She leans back on her hands and smiles at him.] Nah, it'd just make me thirstier and I've already had my one drink for the night.

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We'll just drop that one for now, then. Not that it's all that horrible having to stick to my patented flamboyant joviality. Well, mostly joviality.

[now he's imaginging getting fred tipsy; and chuckles] Well now that's not so bad an idea. Someday we'll get you up to two, I promise.