A/N: My entry for BroadwayKhaos' October Jellicle Week! (yay!) Didn't think I would actually get started on this...Anyways, I decided to write on a pairing/triangle that I rarely, if ever, write for. Yes, the one that I utterly hate: Victoria and Mistoffelees. The third party being Plato, of course. Yes, it's quite strange for me. Just as an advance warning, there's a bit of alcohol (sp?) abuse later on. I love torturing Misto...Oh well, here's the first chapter, read review and all that jazz.
"So, arent' you going to tell me?" Tugger asked as I pulled my black sports jacked on. Sighing, I looked up at the clock, wondering how long I had to stall.
"I don't think so," I said as I checked that the various pockets lining my jacket sleeves had the cards and dice that I needed for my various magic tricks. I had a small magic act pretty early in the night here at the Jellicle Junkyard Nightclub.
"Why not?" Tugger asked as he shrugged off his black leather jacket that he always wore saying that, quote, 'all the best queens love a bad boy.' "You still have a half an hour before you need to be onstage."
"It's a secret, that's why," I snapped slightly. "You'll go blabbing though, once I tell you, and then it won't be a secret anymore." I walked over to the counter with the mirror and picked up a simple black and silver walking stick, being sure to look at my reflection as I did so.
"C'mon! We've been friends since before you got this gig! For EC's sake, I got you this gig," Tugger said as he tossed my fedora to me. I hated this outfit that Old Deuteronomy—the owner of the Junkyard—made me wear. At least he didn't force me to wear the cliché tuxedo. I wouldn't have taken up this gig if he had.
"I know you got me this gig, and I believe that I've repaid you at least twice over for it," I said as I straightened my hat and jacket sleeves.
"But still! Cats are starting to think you're gay!" he said. I sighed and shook my head.
"Out," I said as I walked over to my couch and tossed him his jacket.
"Wait, you're actually gay?" Tugger asked as he caught it and stood up.
"For Everlasting Cat's sake, Tugger! I'm not gay!" I said as I opened the door. "I'll point her out after my show."
"You have to, otherwise I'll spread a rumor that you're gay!" he said, trying to threaten me. I laughed softly and shook my head.
"I don't have to do anything," I said. "Now out."
"Fine, fine. I'm leaving," he said as he held up his paws and walked out. Sighing, I turned back into my room and walked over to the mirror so that I could adjust the tie around the collar of the white dress shirt. I much prefer jeans and a simple tee shirt. Enough with the stupid dress clothes, I thought as I glanced back up at the clock.
"Showtime, Mr. Mistoffelees," I said as I walked out and down to the stage.