Lukas rolled his eyes. Another day on set and the Romanian kid was doing as awfully as ever. He just didn't get why someone so untalented at performing would ever convince himself it was a good idea to sign up for theatre club. He was a bad actor, to put it kindly. More truthfully, his acting was atrocious, and frankly Lukas didn't see how he had managed to land as many parts as he had, the teachers must have found his personality endearing and felt sorry for him, the excitable idiot.
Lukas had signed up for a job on the lighting in the theatre, it wasn't exactly his dream job but he was too shy to sign up for anything else, not that he'd ever admit that. Even so, just being in the theatre club was good enough, and he didn't have to perform in front of a crowd, managing to stay behind the scenes. Lukas occasionally helped out the costume department when he had time, stitching up broken outfits and re-attaching buttons that fell off of things. His job in the theatre club was overall not bad, most members weren't as obnoxious as the Romanian and he got to spend time with his little brother who had also (reluctantly) signed up to work backstage. He got time out of his otherwise boring lessons and received other perks that come with a position such as his, despite the insults he'd get in the corridors due to stereotypes associated with males in theatrical work, not that he hadn't expected then.
Today was another rehearsal for their upcoming spring production of Romeo and Juliet, the part of Romeo going to Vlad (The Romanian) and the part of Juliet going to a girl named Emma from Belgium who had blonde hair and a sweet tooth; the two seemed to work together without difficulty which was a relief as unnecessary drama really wasn't needed this close to a production. Vlad was speaking his lines in a loud, booming voice making the scene as entirely unrealistic as possible as Emma stood on the balcony, trying to at least look like she was interested and impressed by what he had to say, an impressive feat. As if the loud voice wasn't annoying enough the boy began to make rapid hand gestures trying to emphasise the emotions in the words but instead making himself look like an utter prick- in Lukas' opinion. He did this all with a smile on his face, a smile, as if he were actually somehow pleased with his monstrosity of a performance, believing it to be no less than perfect. The misguided fool's smile began to appear more like an arrogant smirk and that was when Lukas had decided he had had enough, turning the light ever so slightly and watching with contentment as it shone into Vladimir's eyes, waiting a few seconds for a reaction before being presented with exactly what he had wanted, the boy on stage turned to him with and crossed his arms "What the fuck, man? Did you do that on purpose? Can't you see I'm acting here?"
Lukas had merely waved the comment off, assuring him that no, of course I didn't do that on purpose, I am so sorry, before moving the light away from his eyes with the faintest hint of a triumphant smirk, glad he had managed to disrupt the awful show before him if only for a second.
After theatre club had called it a night and dismissed it's pupils, Lukas collected his belongings and headed for the doors, saying farewell to his brother who was going to spend the night at his friend from the club's house, this normally would have been something that Lukas had objected to, but it was late in the evening and Emil had pleaded with him, telling him it was for Li Xiao's birthday, and Lukas had simply nodded, muttering an 'alright', deciding it would be nice to spend the evening alone for once, not having the house invaded by his pesky Danish friend either considering that he had gone on holiday. He shrugged on his jacket, reaching for the door handle before stopping with the touch of a hand on his shoulder, turning round to face the one who had disrupted his thoughts and being greeted by a disgruntled looking Romanian. Yes, Vlad, of all people, had decided now would be a wonderful time to speak to him about something, probably about the lighting 'incident' from earlier, which he would simply shrug off once again as being a complete accident. He stared at him with blank eyes. "...Can I help you?"
"Yes you can," was the too-quick and yet again loud reply "That was a cruel thing of you to do, interrupting me in the middle of my brilliant and emotional scene. You're going to have to make it up to me. How about coffee, on you? There's a shop just around the corn-"
"I don't owe you anything."
There was no deflecting will from eyes that determined looking. "But, you see, you did that on purpose, I know you did, and now you have to make it up to me."
A long pause.
"…Fine. As long as you'll leave me alone afterwards, I'll do it." He wasn't quite sure why he had agreed, he could have quite easily refused him again. Perhaps it was the pitiful state of his acting that had made him feel sorry for him. Yeah, Lukas thought, it was probably that.
Vladimir's eyes widened in shock, he had surely not expected agreement to come so quickly and so easily from one so cold. "Really?"
Another sigh. So much for his evening alone.
"Yes, really. Come on, before I change my mind," With that, the door was pushed open and they left the theatre which was devoid of most of its members by now "Oh. Don't touch me without my permission again, got it?"
A nod.
