"So what's the plan for today?"

Andy, lying in his girlfriend's bed, raised the arm that had flopped over his eyes to look at his lover who had just returned from the shower. "Whaddya mean, Shorty?" He asked, smiling as she sat down on the edge of the bed, laying a hand on his chest.

"Its changeover today." She said, leaning in to claim a kiss. "Isn't it normal for us to...well... do some weird stuff?"

"You're telling me that the Saturday when we were all in the wrong roles wasn't weird enough for you?"

Blue shrugged, cuddling down beside him. "I dunno." She laid her dripping head against his shoulder, fingers tracing circles on his chest. "I just thought we'd be making it something special cos Antoine, John and Jonny are leaving...and Caroline."

Andy nodded. "We should have planned something earlier."

"Its going to be weird without them...I mean, Twang...he's like our Fuhrer." Her boyfriend raised a brow. "Well, he is!"

"I never thought I'd see the day we were having four cast members leaving, but have ten new ones joining the show." In total, they had a new Mungojerrie, Skimbleshanks, Gus, Victor, Jennyanydots and five new swings, including Phil and Menke.

Despite the fact the rehearsals for the new Etcetera, Mistoffelees and Tugger had finished barely weeks before and they had joined in with the show, more rehearsals had started with the new swings and cast members who were being brought in.

Finally, though, the weeks of rehearsals were done with and all of the dancers had all found they had a strange abundance of energy, because they were dancing less than they had been for months.

Blue sighed, rolling off the bed and onto her feet and stretching. "I s'pose I should actually get dressed." She murmured. "You getting up?"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, dear," Grabbing the end of the duvet, she yanked it off in one tug and grinned at him. "You do." She bit on her lower lip. "And you might want to cover yourself, in case the window cleaner drops by..."

"Blu-ue!" He whined, grasping after the duvet. "I'm cold now!"

"And you expect me to do what?" Tossing his long hair back, he gave her a broad, wicked grin, his eyes glinting. "Oh no, Mister!" She dived for the door, but her boyfriend caught her first, swinging her off her feet and tumbling her into the heap of covers on the floor. "Andy!"

"Hmm?" He purred, nudging his nose against hers.

"Get off." She pushed futilely at his broad shoulders, his chest pressing against her towel-wrapped torso.

"Nuh-uh." He murmured, a sexy little grin on his lips that made her flush. He lowered his head and nuzzled her neck, one hand rising to cradled the back of her head as she squirmed, trying to escape him.

A groan – half of frustration, half of pleasure – escaped her. Weaving one hand through his hair, she lifted his head up, making him look straight at her. "Andy, we need to go to work." She was impressed that she got the first sentence out before he kissed her.

"You never told me it was your birthday today...I didn't get a present...didn't have time to choose something..." He whispered, ignoring her start of surprise when he mentioned what day it was. "I want to make it up to you..."

"How did you...Tommy told you, didn't she?"

"The other day." He nodded, tenderly kissing her again. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Wasn't impo...Andy, stoppit...we don't have time to..." She tried to prevent his mouth from moving lower than her shoulder and failed miserably. "Andy..." He gave her a small smile, as he dispatched with the towel. "We..."

His fingertips gently touched her lips. "We have plenty of time to get dressed and ready." He said softly. "I changed the clock when you were sleeping last night." She gaped at him, making him smile a little wider. "It's only twelve o'clock..."

"Not three...?"

"I still think it's worrying you need to set an alarm to wake you up at three in the afternoon." He teasingly rubbed his forehead against hers. "So, my little, bitty blue-haired person, are you going to relax and let me treat you?"

"I'm still not getting how this is going to be a treat for me."

"That's because you're a just kinky little pervert, my dear." Placing a playful lovebite on her smooth neck, he stood up quickly with her held against his chest, making her squeal in surprise and clutch at him.

Dropped onto the bed, she stared up at him. "What's going on, Andy?" She demanded. "You pounce me and strip me and then tell me it's not for that."

"Give me five minutes, m'dear, and I'll think about telling you." Bending to kiss her once more, he grabbed his clean underwear that she had laid out for him on the bedside table and ran out towards the bathroom.

Shaking her head, Blue bent to retrieve her towel and hastily finished toweling herself off. She dressed quickly and made her way out into the living area, only to hear a merry shout from the breakfast bar.

"Happy birthday, little sister!"

"Tommy, I asked you not...er..." Blue couldn't help staring at her roommate, her face twisting in an expression of disturbed confusion. "Um..." Tommy grinned at her and adjusted the conical blue- and white-striped party hats that were serving as a bra. "Tommy, what on earth...?"

The taller dancer looked down at her chest. "You think this is good?" She rounded the bar, pirouetting with a devilish grin.

"Is that...?" Blue eyes bugged and the tiny dancer swallowed hard.

"A party tooter!" A look of determined concentration crossed Tommy's face and there was a feeble toot from the colourful cardboard and plastic trumpet that was being played in a very unique fashion.

Blue managed to nod and blink, but it took her several more minutes of incredulous staring before she could manage to find words. "Are..." There was another toot and she couldn't stop herself giggling. "You're trying to stop me being annoyed that you told Andy, aren't you?"

"Nah, tiny." Tommy returned behind the bar to pour herself a mug of coffee. "I just had this very strange urge to use a party tooter as a semi-suppository." She started to sit, then yelped, leaping up again. "One second..."

There was a weak toot, then a thud as the redundant tooter landed in the bin.

"So..." The big dancer sat down, grinning. "Happy birthday and all that."

"You told Andy."

Tommy shrugged. "You expected me to keep it quiet?"

"I asked you to."

Ebony eyes challenged blue. "Has anything bad come of the fact he knows that you're a year older and a completely legal adult?" Blue reluctantly shook her head, sitting down on the stool opposite her friend. "Well, then. What's the problem if he knows?"

"It's the principal of the thing."

"You mean you don't want presents?"

Blue raised her eyes. "I haven't needed them for seven years, have I?"

"Want and need are two very different things, sweets." Bending under the counter, Tommy sat up again and handed a gift-wrapped, square box to the petite dancer. "That's why I intend to spoil you rotten while I can." She smiled, retrieving her cigarette from the ashtray. "Go ahead. Open it."

"It isn't my own party tooter, is it?"

Tommy chuckled, blowing out a plume of smoke. "Nah, kid. I didn't think you'd appreciate those as much as I do. They're an acquired taste..." Blue started to peel off the paper before Tommy cheerfully added. "It's a King Dong vibrator, in case Andy is giving you enough."

"Giving her enough what?" Andy asked, emerging from the bathroom door, five feet away and joining them at the breakfast bar. He had sleepily managed to get dressed, although his T-shirt was on backwards and he had yet to notice.

"Tommy thought I needed a vibrator for my birthday..." Blue, flushed to the tips of her ears, continue to tear off screeds of colourful wrapping paper, sincerely hoping her roommate had been joking.

"Damn! That was what I was going to get you!" Both women looked at him with identical grins and he immediately blushed. "I meant in the way that she's completely insatiable and I get tired too quickly for her."

Tommy reached over to pat him on the head. "Keep telling yourself that, little boy." She cooed with a smile.

"I'm not even going to rise to the bait, Tom."

"I think that might be half the problem, Andy Pandy." The tall dancer gave him a wickedly cheek grin.

"Blu-ue!"

Andy's pout went unnoticed as a small, blue-haired being shot around the counter and wrapped its arms around Tommy. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!"

"So you actually dared to open the box, then?" Tommy looked down, clearly amused, her cigarette held between two fingers as she patted the smaller dancer on the head. "Like I said, kid, I intend to spoil you rotten for the last seven years you missed."

Blue was already bouncing on her toes, staring into the box with a look of absolute delight on her face. "Eeeeeeeeeeh! Its great!" Reaching up, she yanked Tommy's head down and kissed her full on the lips. "Thank you!"

"If I'd known you'd react like that, I would have bought you it the day I met you." Tommy gave her a sultry look.

"And I would probably have run screaming." Blue threw her arms around her friend again. "I always wanted one!"

"Wanted one what?"

"A bike." Tommy replied for her giddily bouncing roommate, who nodded.

Andy raised a brow. "A bike? You fitted a bike in that box?"

"Nope!" Blue squeaked, reaching into the box and withdrawing a key ring. "She fitted a key for the bike in a box!"

"A...key?" Andy stared across at the smirking Tommy, a look of absolute horror and panic on his face. "Dear God..." He groaned, shaking his head. "You didn't get her something with an engine and wheels, did you?"

"She got me a freaking Harley Davidson!" Blue shrieked, still clinging to the older dancer, who was having trouble keeping her face straight, although her attention was more on keeping her cigarette in her hand. "Where is it? Can I see it?"

"Its in the garage, in our..." Before she finished, the tiny dancer had shot out the front door like a small, blue-haired rocket. "Parking space."

"You know I'm never going to be able to match that, Tom." Andy said quietly, accepting the mug of coffee she was pouring.

Tommy looked up at him from beneath her lashes and smiled slightly. "You never know, Andy. Our kid holds a lot of things dear and those things can be the most strange and trivial things in the world. Did you know she still has the tickets from the night of your first date?"

"The Lazer Quest tickets? I do too."

"No, doofus. The tube tickets and the bus tickets to Jonny's flat and the parking tickets from the car park." Andy looked at her, surprised. "Trust me, big guy, she really does keep the weirdest things as mementos, so everything you give her will be more treasured than anything I could ever give her."

They were both silent for a long moment, before Andy looked up from his coffee. "Tommy, can I ask you something?" She nodded with a shrug. "You said you were spoiling her for the seven years she missed. How did you know today was her birthday?"

"She didn't want me to tell you about it, in case you got upset and wanted to go on a personal vendetta." The dancer sighed, leaning on her forearms on the counter. "The trial dates came through for Sean. I had to help her fill in legal details with her lawyer, so she's ready to give her testimony when she has to. She had to put her birth date on it."

"Oh."

"Don't take it the wrong way, Andy." One of Tommy's manicured hands closed reassuringly over his. "She..." The dancer lowered her eyes. "She's never had any reason for celebrating her birthday since..." She trailed off helplessly.

Andy looked at her, bitter gall rising in his throat. "He did it on her birthday, didn't he?"

"After the little party her mum had arranged before she went away on business." Tommy nodded sadly. "Her last hours as a child were spent with her childhood friends, having a normal, happy party. By the next morning, she was halfway to becoming Blue." She looked down at their joined hands. "I would vote it the world's worst birthday present."

Andy couldn't think of anything to say. He had always thought his family situation was a rather grim one, being shunted from stepfamily, to half-family, to other stepfamily every other week for much of his youth, but he knew which he would take if he had a choice between his past and his petite lover's.

They sat in silence again, until he raised his head.

"She deserves something better than that." He said quietly.

"I'll say." Tommy absently fiddled with the rainbow-coloured streamers attached to one of her conical boob-covers. "Does she know what's going on at the show tonight?" She asked abruptly. "I mean, with the changeover and...everything..."

A slow smile spread across Andy's face. "Not a chance." He replied. "I made sure that no one breathed a word of it to her...and seeing as she's always the first one on the stage, she won't have a clue until it's too late."

"Our poor, poor baby." Tommy smirked.

"Don't feel too bad for her." He wagged a finger. "You did just give her a Harley."

The pounding of feet on the stairs outside the door made them look around, as a breathless Blue burst back in, a brilliant grin on her face.

"It matches my hair!" She yelled, spinning in a circle and racing across to join them, leaping up to sit on the counter and knocking Andy's half-finished coffee over. Tommy squealed as it splashed all over her chest.

"My bra! You killed it!"

"Oops!"

Andy laughed. "I think that's our cue to leave, Shorty."

"We're taking my bike, right?"

The tall dancer looked up at her, a combination of panic and mock panic on his face. "You've got a license?" Blue nodded eagerly, reaching down to kiss him firmly. "And helmets? I'm not going anywhere unless you have a helmet and body armour."

"Oh..."

Tommy grinned broadly at the crest-fallen look on her young roommate's face. "Try the laundry room." She suggested.

Blue nodded, bouncing off the counter and bobbing over to the laundry room and stopping short with a shriek of delight that made both of the older dancers wince and check their ears weren't bleeding.

"Andy! Look!" She dived into the room and back out with two helmets in her hand, one an electric blue, the other black. The blue one had her name written in jagged, lightening-like writing across the front, above the vizor.

The black one, though, made Andy cry out in protest. "I am not kitten-whipped!"

"Andy, stop complaining." Blue forced it onto his head, his hair sticking out the bottom of it. "I think you look cute."

"Blue, you can't see his face." Tommy added with malicious glee.

Andy made a rude gesture, which Blue ignored in favour of pulling on her tough leather cycle jacket that matched the leather trousers she was wearing. "Thank you, Tommy!" She looked down at herself. "I feel so cool!"

"One thing..." Andy's muffled voice spoke.

"Yep?"

"You don't know where we're going."

Blue pouted at him. "That's a technicality." She raised a brow. "Where are we going, then?"

"You remember our first date...?"

"We're going lazer questing! Whoohoo!"

"Actually, we..." She stared up at him. "Yes, we're going lazer questing." She could see his smile glinting in his eyes, although she couldn't see his mouth. "Where else would I take you on a special occasion?"

"And I'm driving!" She spun in a circle. "Whee!"

Tommy smirked as the tiny dancer caught Andy's hand and led – although it looked like she was physically dragging – him towards the door.

"If you get there in one piece, have fun." She called after them. One of Andy's fingers seemed to rise of its own accord in Tommy's direction. "Love you too, Andy." She remarked, as the door closed behind the couple.

***

"Can we go in yet?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No!"

There was a pause of about three seconds.

"How about now?"

Andy looked down at his tiny girlfriend. She was bouncing up and down on her toes, on the step beside him, already armed with her lazer blaster. "Because I booked it for one o'clock and its not one o'clock yet."

"Even though we took the scenic route and everything..." Blue sighed. "I thought it was meant to take half an hour that way."

Still slightly green in the face region, although looking considerably better than he had when he had fallen off the bike, yanked off the helmet and heaved copiously in the car park, Andy looked down at her.

"It IS meant to take half an hour, Shorty." He remarked dryly. "Didn't you wonder why that nice police car was flashing its blue lights at you?"

"Police car...?"

Giving her a watery grin, he reached down to ruffle her hair. "Just teasing."

"That's it." She poked him in the side with the blaster. "I'm going to beat your bony butt, whether you like it or not."

"You always do, tiny." He grinned.

She stuck her tongue out at him, then looked around the waiting room, where they had been given their choice of weapons, both picking opposing colours. "Andy, is it just going to be us in there?" She asked, a thought hitting her. "There's no one else here..."

"Well, I did book it." Andy replied, his eyes glinting. "Lets see if you can take out my bony butt with no one about to help you." In front of them, the door swung open into the huge area that they used for 'combat'.

"Like you said," Blue gave him a sly look. "I always beat you." She darted through the door way, but had barely crossed the thresh hold when a volley of beeps sounded from the panel on her chest and she stared around as familiar smiling faces popped out from behind the pillars and columns.

"Surprise!" Jonny yelled, before vanishing off up a flight of stairs, closely followed by Moni.

"Andy?" Blue looked around, only to feel her lover's blaster against her back.

"You think we'd play on our own?" He asked, clearly amused. "What's the fun of that?"

The back panel of her vest started beeping and she squealed, diving forward and behind one of the metal pillars. "That was cheating, you git!" She shouted, starting to run through the labyrinth of the lower floor.

"Call it the element of surprise." Andy's voice rang back to her.

"He's got you there." Another voice added from right behind her and Blue squeaked in fright as Menke leapt out beside her. He glanced at her vest, then his. They were both bright orange. "I think that means we're on the same team, doesn't it?"

"You knew about this?!?"

"Well, its kind of hard to have a conspiracy of one person, isn't it?" Grabbing her arm, Menke yanked her back underneath the solid part of the stairs, after spotting Georgina leering down at them through the grating of the floor, wearing a green vest.

Blue exhaled a huff of indignation. "He thinks he's gonna beat me at this!" She exclaimed, shifting her weapon in her hand. "Menke, how many are here?"

"Enough."

"That helps." He grinned at her. "Okay...you go that way, I'll go this way and we kick Andy's bony arse, all right?"

"Sounds like a good deal to me." The black and silver-haired dancer nodded, darting off in the direction she had intended to go. Blue shook her head with a low moan of despair, before sprinting off in the other direction.

She could hear yells and squeals of laughter over the shrill beeps of the vests all around the maze, some she thought she could identify, others she wasn't entirely sure of.

"Look out below!" A laughing voice yelled from above and she looked up to see Raymond – clad in an orange vest – pounding along the gantry above her head, hotly pursued by Malcolm, in a green vest.

She started for the main flight of stairs, stopping short when a blaster prodded at her back of her vest. "Surprise, little sister!"

"Tommy?!"

"Who else?" There was a shrill beep from her vest and the blue-haired dancer moaned. "You better start shooting people soon, sweets." Tommy advised with a chuckle. "Don't wanna be the person with the lowest score, do ya?"

"It's not fair!" Blue wailed, running for all she was worth.

Andy appeared out of nowhere and fired a round at her chest. "You say that so often," He grinned, dodging behind a canopy. "I wonder what your basis for comparison is..."

"I'll get you for that!"

"You and what army, Shorty?" There was a loud beep from his direction, followed by a muffled expletive. "Menke?"

"That army." Blue replied smugly, before howling and charging around one of the balustrades.

***

"How on earth did you find this place?" Blue looked around as she entered the cafe, admiring the colourful Grease-styled decor. She was at the fore of a group of over a dozen and the cafe was – fortuitously – deserted.

Andy looked around with a reminiscent grin. "I worked here to pay my way through dance school." He replied.

"Good aft..." A woman had just emerged from a door behind the counter and stopped short at the sight of the group standing there, in particular, the tall dancer with the long, brown hair and the backwards T-shirt. "Andy! Good grief, my boy! Where have you been?"

Andy grinned. "Nice to see you too, Helen." He accepted a warm hug from the middle-aged woman, who looked him up and down. "Yes, mum, I have been eating properly, I haven't started doing drugs, I still don't smoke and I've been getting laid regularly."

"How did you know I was going to ask?"

The dancer chuckled. "I know you too well, Hel." He replied. "By the way, these are my nutty work mates. We're out for a bit of a do, before we go to work this evening..." He motioned around at them. "Got room for fifteen?"

"Not a problem, as long as you don't mind waiting." The group immediately fanned out into the window booths. Helen glanced at her watch and sighed. "I'll have to drag Bertie in from the yard, though."

"The cats still causing problems?"

Helen shook her head. "That's the thing." She said, a quiet note of sadness in her voice. "They've gone. They all vanished after a massive thunderstorm...haven't seen hide nor hair of any of them since then."

"What, even Elvis?"

"Even Elvis."

"Elvis?" Blue nudged her boyfriend.

A reminiscent look crossed Andy's face. "Nuttiest cat you ever were likely to meet." He replied with a smile. "Somehow went from being a dark calico to a white with gold markings and a fuzzy ruff. Liked playing Elvis Presley music in the Jukebox."

"Sounds weird all right."

"He saved a kid's life once, as well." Andy looked down at his lover. "You'd have liked the annoying little sod." He turned to Helen with a smile. "By the way, Hel, I'd like you to meet the love-interest. This is Blue."

"Pleased to meet you, Blue." The plump, sandy-haired woman eyed the small dancer suspiciously like any mother would eye a son's prospective girlfriend. Blue tried not to look too nervous, smiling weakly at her.

"Likewise," The tiny dancer pressed against her boyfriend's side timidly. "Andy, I'm going to sit with Tommy and Syl..."

Both Andy and Helen watched as the little dancer fled to join the two women already seated in one of the booths, chatting. "I think you scared her, Hel." He remarked with a faint grin. "Poor squirt knows you're the equivalent of my mum."

"Interesting looking girl..."

Andy nodded, watching her scoot into the vacant seat opposite Tommy. "Interesting story behind it." He remarked, then looked back around at Helen. "How about I give you a hand, just now Hel? I want to have a word anyways..."

"If you can still toss a burger or two, I think we're in business." She motioned him through to the kitchen under the counter. "I still have that lovely flowery pinny that you love so much."

***

"Joseph! Hi!" The small American dancer looked up from his comic book suspiciously. Tommy was standing over him, a broad, friendly smile on her face. "You want to share this dinner with me?" She sat down opposite him, a bag of an Indian take away in her hands.

"Don't you usually share with Blue, or the others?" He asked.

Tommy shrugged. "Blue and Andy went off for a shag somewhere. Mal doesn't eat Indian food and Raymond already ate." She placed two plates from the kitchenette on the table in front of him, along with cutlery. "Smells good, huh?" She opened out the foil containers, tangy, savoury-scented steam rising from them.

The blond dancer couldn't help staring at the sickly yellow colour of the meat and sauce it was liberally lathered in. "What…" He blinked tears from his eyes. The stuff really did smell incredibly strong. "What is that stuff?"

"I think its Vindaloo." Tommy dolloped lumps of the meat onto a heap of florescent yellow rice, the hideous-coloured sauce splashing over the rim of the plate on onto the table. She licked her fingers and grinned. "Wanna dare to try some?"

"It looks gross."

"Doesn't mean it tastes bad, though. I mean, look at the French…they eat snails and stuff. Doesn't mean it tastes bad…" She paused and smirked. "Although it probably does. Go on, Jo…live a little…" The tall dancer cajoled him, scooping up a lump of the dripping, aromatic stuff and devouring it with a groan. "I forgot how good they always are…"

Joseph dubiously looked at the empty plate and the containers that were still releasing swirling clouds of steam. "Is it hot?"

"Not particularly." Tommy replied around a mouthful, hastily licking up a dribble of sauce that was trickling down her chin. She inclined her head to the containers with a smile. "Go ahead…try some…if you don't like it, you don't have to eat anymore."

"But I'm on a diet…"

Tommy rolled her eyes. "Jo, trying one mouthful of Vindaloo won't kill you."

Reluctantly Joseph nodded, picking up the spare fork and delicately spearing up a little of the meat and the yellowish slime that was liberally poured all over it. Hesitantly, he placed it in his mouth, as if expecting a bolt of lightening to strike him down for daring to try something different.

"Well?" Tommy prompted.

Joseph chewed thoughtfully for several seconds. "That stuff is good!" He exclaimed, dipping his fork in for another mouthful.

A smirk lifted the corner of Tommy's lips. "I thought you might say that." She murmured, watching the health-conscious little American pile the remnants of the take away from the foil boxes onto a plate and start devouring it as if he had never seen food.

***

"You won't believe what just happened."

Looking around from the make-up mirror, Raymond blinked at his boyfriend. "What, hon?" He asked, glancing back down at the new make-up pattern he had been given on arrival, along with the freshly painted unitard.

"I'm on as Misto tonight."

"But I saw Joseph kicking around in the seats, reading a comic, when we got in from the cafe." Andy was in the process of delicately adding black stripes to his cheeks. "He was at the warm-ups as well! What happened to him?"

Malcolm shrugged, hurrying to his mirror and snatching up some baby wipes. "I'm not about to complain." He grinned, wiping off the Bill Bailey make-up. "I get to play my favourite character on the changeover. There's no badness there."

"But what happened to Wonder Boy?" Andy repeated.

"Oh, Wonder Boy went and got a nasty tummy upset." A smug voice spoke from the door. All four men turned and looked at Tommy, who was leaning against the doorframe, already in make-up and wig, and grinning wickedly.

Something in the grin made Raymond whimper in terror and haul Malcolm to him.

Although he probably would have done that anyway.

Andy raised a questioning eyebrow. "What do you mean by tummy upset, Tommy?"

The painted dancer's smirk grew a little wider. "Well," She explained patiently, like a teacher would to a child. "He's on such a strict diet for his sensitive little tummy-wummy and his everso stable metabolism."

"And…?"

"And I convinced him to try and delicious, although very mild Vindaloo." She replied, a look of mock-innocence on her face. "Apparently his fragile constitution couldn't deal with it very well and he spent half an hour heaving his guts up after rehearsals."

Malcolm's face split into a grin of delight. "Tommy! I could kiss you!"

"Don't even think about it!" She raised her hands quickly to ward him off, lest he tried to do just what he had threatened. "I just got my make-up perfect and I don't need you smearing it all over the place."

"You could always come and smooch me, hon." Raymond, lifted his lover off his feet and grinned down at him, not really giving the small Goth much choice in the matter. "After all, you haven't got make-up on and I'm all white just now…"

"You guys are going to give me a tummy upset now." The female dancer groaned, turning away as the couple shared a kiss.

Andy pulled a face at them. "I can't imagine ever being as mushy or froofy as you two are." He shook his head with mock-disgust. "Kissing all over the place…all romantic and stuff…its just not right, y'know."

"This coming from you, Mister Mush, himself?" Jordan sniggered.

"Hey! I am NOT mushy!" Andy protested vehemently. "You don't see me giving Blue flowers or chocolates or anything stupid like that!"

"No. You don't." Tommy smirked at him, fluffing her wig with her fingertips. "You just get things you know she'll like whenever you think she needs them, which is every other second of every other day."

"And after what you set up for her this show…" Raymond added, depositing his lover back on the floor and turning his attention to the make-up trays. "Now…" He peered at the colours. "Do I use pink or uber-pink?"

Tommy shook her head with a groan. "God help us all when Munk goes romantic and sloppy and Alonzo goes pink…"