The Emcee: I got this idea when I was drinking a lot of pepsi. Pepsi, for some reason, makes me extremely hyper. Weird, considering, I loath pepsi. I'm a mountain dew kind of girl. Anyways, I'm kinda testing this story, to see how it goes. Well, here it is, enjoy. R&R.
Cabaret
"Welcome, Ladies and Gentleman! Hope that you're enjoying your evening. And know, our star performer, Alice Martin." Soda finished his introduction and walked off stage left. He joined Darry and Pony at the bar, relaxing into his chair. Darry laughed.
"Hard night tonight, eh Sodapop?"
"Not really. But it gets hot as hell on the stage. Speaking of which, it's your turn to go on after Alice, Pony."
"Ah, not tonight Soda. I got a sore throat. 'M in no mood to perform." Pony swallowed some water to help clear his raspy throat.
"I wish I could help, baby brother. But you're the only one who can fit into a tutu. So you have to go on tonight."
"Just lip sing, Ponyboy." Darry suggested. "We're getting a little behind in income."
"Oh, alright, I'll go. But if I die, I'll haunt you to an early grave. Both of you." And with that, he got up and headed behind the stage. Soda and Darry laughed.
"D'you really think he'd haunt us?" Soda asked.
"He'd try to. But I bet he'd stop if he ever realizes that he doesn't annoy us as much as he thinks he does."
They laughed once again. Darry looked towards the clock. He got out from behind the bar and sat beside Soda. After sitting there for a few seconds, Soda turned towards his older brother.
"What do ya think your doing?"
"My shifts up. It's your turn." Darry smirked and threw a dish towel at him. "Get moving." He pushed Soda off his chair.
"Eh, I'm going, I'm going. Don' rush me." Getting behind the bar, he stood there fixing drinks for a few people. When Pony went on stage, he tried to ignore those who kept badgering him. Unsuccessful, he was forced to miss the end of Pony's act. He didn't do too bad with a sore throat. And he didn't die! The blonde thought to himself. After a few more hours of entertainment, the Curtis brother's closed up. It wasn't as busy as it usually was anyway. No reason to keep the Cabaret open any longer.
"Hey, Darry. What time is it?" Pony asked as he swept underneath the tables.
"1:38 pm. Why?"
"Just wondering." Said the redhead as his cheeks grew a little shade of red.
"Cuz. His boyfriend's supposed to met him after closing time." Soda said, smiling.
"He is no my boyfriend! Randy is just a friend." Face turning a more noticeable red.
"Sure he's not. And he didn't give you a hickey that one night ago." Soda smiled. "Aw, Pony. It's okay with us."
"Shut it, Sodapop Curtis."
"Ah, brotherly love," Darry mumbled sarcastically under his breath.
When all the cleaning was done, the three brothers sat at the bar. Talking well into the morning hours, they didn't leave for bed until Randy showed up. Pony, facing away from the door entrance, did not notice the older man until it was too late. Randy wrapped his arms around Pony's waist, almost pulling him off his chair.
"Hey, when did you come in?" Pony asked.
"A couple of minutes ago."
"You're late."
"Worked late."
"Tough. That doesn't excuse your tardiness."
"How come?"
"Because I said so."
"Ignore him, Randy," Darry said. "Pony had to perform tonight with a sore throat."
"Aw, I missed it?"
"Don't worry. You'll see him tomorrow night. In his hot pink tutu." Pony's face turned almost a hot pinkish color. He shook his head in his hands, muttering. Everyone else laughed.
"Don't worry, Pony." Randy said softly. "I think you'd look nice in a tutu. And I won't miss it tomorrow night." He winked and Pony smiled gently. Yawning the youngest Curtis got off his chair. He made his way up the stairs, leaving his brothers and Randy alone.
"Can I...?"
"Sure. Go a head." Darry said, knowing what he wanted to do.
"Be gentle with him."
The Emcee: So, did you like? Wasn't what you'd thought it'd be huh?