It had been two days since the "Funny Boy" flop and Feliks, who was now sitting in his crappy office/home, was no where close to being on the top again. In fact, he was pretty sure he was even farther from the top because the day before, he had to pay all of the staff and crew of the mediocre musical and Yao for letting him use the theatre. On the plus side though, Feliks took up Ling, Tai, and Mei's offer and had a pleasant lunch with them.
Well sorta. Feliks and the Asian family had brought food Yao made to those homeless people he had met the other night. Turns out, they actually live in the alley way next to the theatre and Feliks caught sight of them digging through the dumpsters. Damn his conscience.
Currently, Feliks was sitting on his cluttered couch and trying to fix his hair. It had been a week since he'd showered, and the dark blue dress shirt he was in was starting to show that. His black vest was slightly tattered and had patches of different colored fabric sewn on, because he couldn't afford the fabric he needed. Feliks was in real deep. He had no money, he looked like crap, and some PA was on his way to do is books. 'Maybe', thought Feliks as he stopped trying to groom himself, 'Maybe I could "convince" the guy to look the other way. I could...' "No. No" Feliks admitted, swatting that idea away. After the month he's had, Feliks was starting to get sick of sex. Deeming himself royaly boned, the blonde lumps onto his couch, scattering paper everywhere, downs some vodka he had found in between the cushions and falls into a long needed miniature coma.
Two hours later, while Feliks slept soundly, someone had made their way to Feliks' office/home. This someone was a tall, thin man whose brown hair reached his shoulders, and wore a plain grey suit. Focusing his blue-green eyes, the man read what was on the door in front of him, revealing his heavy accent. "Felix Lucasiewicz: Broadway extraordinaire. This must be it then." After knocking for about five minutes, the tall brunette, seeing that the door wasn't actually locked, decided to just let himself in.
'Rather messy...' Thought the man as he entered the room. The room was rather messy. Dirty laundry was hung up on a wire that stretched across the room, and paper was everywhere, especially on the couch. "Mr. Lucasiewicz?" the brunette called out. "Mr. Lucasiewicz?" Like a bat out of hell, an angry Feliks pops out of the pile of old news-papers that was on his couch.
"WHAT THE HELL?" The blonde yelled in rage. "LIKE, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"
The intruder, now utterly terrified, lets out a scream as he rushes back to where he came, hoping to escape. 'Oh no you don't' thought Feliks as jumps off of the cluttered couch. Unfortunately for the brunette, the door has suddenly decided to not open, trapping him with a deranged blonde. 'Pleas open!Please open!Pleas open!' pleaded the intruder, still trying to pry open the door.
Slamming his hand on the door, Feliks, whose face was only inches away from his intruder's, began to question the strange man, who is now frozen with fear. "Who are you? What do you want? What are you doing here?" he asked. When the man didn't respond, Feliks tried again, only this time, yelling louder. "Well? Speak, dummy, speak!" 'What the hell is wrong with this guy?' thought Feliks. "Why don't you speak?"
"Scared. Can't talk." The man replied, not moving an inch. Realizing the situation, Feliks started to calm down 'I must've scared him...'
"Look, I'm sorry." started Feliks as he holds out his hand. "Here, let me help you there." After looking at the blonde, who now seemed calm, the stranger hesitantly takes Feliks' hand and unlatches himself from the door. "Alright then, just calm down." Feliks said as he led the frightened man away from the door. "Just like, take a deep breath and relax." The man does what he's told and takes a deep breath, but lets out a strange, weenie-like sound. Like a wimpy shudder. Upon hearing the man exhale, Feliks gives him questionable look. "Who the hell are you?" He asks, clearly annoyed
"Who? OH! Me! I'm Toris Laurinaitis." Replied the man, now calm and shaking Feliks' hand.
"Laurinaitis?" he asked. "Really?" said Feliks, to which Toris replies with a nod. 'Yeesh, that's a mouth full.'
"Yes, I'm from Lithuania and came here with my mother and brothers when I was 16. I'm an accountant from Braginsky & Co. I've actually come to do you're books."
"You don't say" Feliks asked carefully. 'This weenie is my PA?' He thought. 'This weirdo?' It was clear to Feliks that this man definitely had something wrong with him. Glancing at the brunette, who was giving a friendly smile, Feliks decided that maybe he just scared the guy more than he thought. 'Well, I have known stranger people.' Shrugging, Feliks accept what he was told "Alright then," Said the blonde as he walks to his desk. "Like, let me show you the books. Wait right there."
"Oh, Ok" Toris, not wanting to anger the blonde again, stayed where he was standing. He thought about sitting, but seeing how unclean the couch next him was changed his mind.
"So like," started the blonde grabbing the books from his mahogany desk. "You're from Lithuania?"
"Yes"
"Mind if I call you Liet?"
"Well actually-"
"You're an accountant?"
"Oh, uh yes, sir, I am."
"Then like, account for yourself!" Yelled Felix, slamming the books back onto the desk. Staring down a startled Toris, Feliks walks in front of his desk, and begins to argue with, what it seemed to be, no one in particular. "Do you believe in God? Do you believe in gold? What are you doing walking into other people's homes? A perv are you?" He said, pointing an accusing finger at the accountant before pacing back and forth. "I know what you're thinking. Like, You're thinking 'How dare you condemn me without knowing all the facts!'?"
"Mr. Lucasiewicz, please..."said Toris, trying to calm don the angry blonde.
"Shut up! I'm like, having a rhetorical conversation here!" Feliks yelled, turning to face Toris, who decides to just let him continue his deranged rant. "Do you know who I used to be?" Feliks asks.
"Why, yes actually," Toris admitted. "You're Feliks Lucasiewicz, the King of Broadway."
"No, I'm Feliks Lucas-" Wait! He knows who I am?' This sure changed Feliks' mood. "That's right." A now happy Feliks said, walking towards Toris. "That's right."
"And might I say, Mr. Lucasiewicz. And please don't take this the wrong way; you're not just some raging queen-"
"Gee, thanks". Feliks interrupted with a sarcastic tone.
"-You're also an incredible Broadway producer." Finished Toris as he put an arm around his client. "Why, the first show I saw when I first came to America was Bialyhoo's of '42."
"Oh, Bialyhoo's" Feliks repeated fondly. 'That was my first big hit~'. Smiling to himself, Feliks begins to look back at the start of his days of glory. 'Ah, it seemed like it was yesterday. I was 18 years old and fresh from college. I had started out my career as an intern for Tomaschevski. It was like, a miracle when old Bor Bor's heart gave out and left production to me…'
While Feliks was reminiscing, Toris took out his wallet and fished out an old, worn-out admissions ticket. "This" he began, holding the ticket in front of feliks' face. "This is the ticket from that show. I still have it." Snapping back into the present, Feliks looks at the ticket. 'He actually kept this old piece of paper?' he thought to himself. "Well, will you look at that?"
"Yes. And ever since," Toris said, putting the ticket back into his wallet. "I've had a secret desire to become a famous Broadway producer."
'Secret desire, eh?' Thought Feliks. The kid seemed to have heart, but it takes a lot more than heart to accomplish anything in this city, and well, he just seemed too naïve. "Well then, wanna like, hear some advice?" asked the blonde putting an arm around his guest. "Oh, Yes sir" the brunette replied almost excitedly as the blonde gave a small chuckle. "Keep it a secret." Feliks said bluntly, causing Toris' hopeful smile drop. Seeing his accountant's smile drop made Feliks feel bad, but it's probably for the best. Broadway can be a cold, harsh mistress. He should just stick to what he knows. "Do the books. Do the books. Top drawer to the left" said feliks, pointing to his desk as he made his way to his balcony. A bit disappointed, Toris rushes over to the blonde's desk and begins to read the accounting books.
Feliks, now standing on his balcony, sees something that piques his interest. A platinum blonde woman is walking out of a stainless white Rolls Royce. Even though her back is to him, Feliks already knew that the side of her he was currently looking at was all anyone needed to see. 'Aw, what the hell. It's been awhile since I've picked up a woman. One that was around my age at least.' Feliks lets out a wolf whistle, hoping to catch the blonde's attention. "Hey Liet!" He called inside his office. "Check this out! A hot Blondie waltzing out of a Rolls Royce! Totes awesome!" Turing back his attention to the blonde, who was now entering Café Sweden, and gave another wolf whistle. "That's it hun! When you've got it, flaunt it!"
'Doesn't this man have any shame?' Thought Toris who was watching his client harass some poor lady. Ah well, it was none of his business. "Mr. Lucasiewicz, may I speak to you for a minute?" With the blonde already out of sight, Feliks turns his attention back to his accountant. "A minute?" he asks.
"Yes, a minute please." The brunette replies, gesturing for Feliks to come. "Alright then," The blonde replied as he took out a stop-watch and began timing. "Like, you have 59 seconds left!"
"What?" Toris asked alarmed. "Y-you're timing me?"
"Time is money. If you're wasting time, you're wasting money."
"Um Ok…" 'It's probably best not to question him.' Not knowing what else to do, Toris just went with it. "Mr. Lucasiewicz, I've been glancing at your-"
"You have 48 seconds!"
"-A-at your books, you seem to-"
"Come on, Liet. Like, you have 36 seconds left kid. Tick, Tock."
"Mr. Lucasiewicz…" Toris began, as he slowly takes out a blue blanket and begins rubbing his face with it.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6..."
"I cannot function..."
"5, 4, 3, 2,"
"cannot function under these conditions!" the brunette finally said. "You're making me extremely nervous!" As Toris continued to rub his face with the small blanket, Feliks finally takes notice. 'The hell?' he thought. "What's that?" Feliks asks, pointing at the blanket. Feeling like a child whose been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Toris tries to hide his special little blanket behind his back. "Uh, what's what?"
'Is he serious?' the blonde asked mentally. Pointing once again Feliks replies. "That."
"Oh uh, it's nothing"
"Well, if it's nothing, then like, why can't I see it?" Feliks manages to snatch the blanket and starts to look over it. 'Geez. I knew he was a nut, but this is just sad!' Seeing some stranger place his filthy hands on his blanket, Toris nervously gets up from his seat at the desk. The accountant, who only five minutes ago was too scared to even move, begins to yell, startling Feliks. "My blanket, my blue blanket! Give me back my blue blanket!" Toris screamed while flailing his arms around, much to Feliks' horror. "Give it to me, give it to me!"
Feliks, now horrified, flings it back to the crazed brunette. "Okay, here it is! Please, just like, calm down!" With his precious blanket back in hand, Toris begins to calm down and resumes rubbing his face with it. "I'm sorry. I just don't like people touching my blue blanket. It's a minor compulsion. I can deal with it. If I want to. It's just I find it very comforting." Too scared to even point out all of the things wrong with that sentence, Feliks just nods. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I just need to lie down for a moment." Toris said, before flopping down to the floor.
'Oy' thought Feliks as he looked down at his accountant, who was now laying on his back with his blanket over his face. 'Oh god.' Feliks looks upwards. "They come here. They all come here. Like, how do they find me?" Feliks looks back down at Toris. 'Did this nut fall asleep?' To make sure that some maniac hadn't fallen asleep in the middle of his office, Feliks steps over Toris' sleeping form and slightly lifts the blanket up. Toris' eyes were closed, but feeling the blanket moved made him open his eyes wide open. Seeing Feliks stand over him, Toris let out another scream.
Feliks, who had flinched a little from Toris' scream, looked at the brunette in exhaustion. "What now?"
"You-you're going to jump on me!"
"What?"
"You're going to jump on me. A-and squash me like a bug!"
"Wha-No, I'm not going to jump on you." Feliks said calmly, trying to talk over Toris' yelling. Maybe if he just kept his cool, then his accountant might chill out.
"Yes you are!"
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
Now frustrated with the erratic accountant, Feliks begins jumping up and down. So much for keeping his cool. "I'm not going to jump on you!" Toris, who lets out another scream, scrambles from underneath his client and rushes over to the corner of the room.
"Jesus." Feliks scoffed, seeing the brunette cower in the corner. This guy is worse than a Chihuahua. At least you could bribe a Chihuahua with food. "Like, get a hold of yourself." Feliks walks over to the corner, blocking Toris from getting away. "What's with you?"
"I'm hysterical!" Toris screamed into the blonde's face. "I can't stop when I get like this." Now a panicky mess, Toris continues to scream over and over.
After having been screamed at repeatedly, Feliks decides to back away from the brunette. "Yeah, I can see that." Panicking himself, Feliks rushes to his desk, pours a cup of water, rushes back to Toris, and splashes the brunettes in the face. 'That should calm him down.'
When the water made contact with his face, Toris stopped screaming. 'It worked!" The blonde thought. But, much to Feliks' dismay, Toris' distressed expression returned. "I'm wet!" He yelled. "I'm hysterical and I'm wet!"
'For the love of god!' Having enough of the brunette's episode, Feliks gives the hysteric accountant a firm slap in the face, causing him to stop yelling for a moment. Of course, this doesn't help. If anything, it only made it worst.
"I'm in pain!" Toris yelled. "I'm in pain, I'm wet and I'm still hysterical!"
Seeing that nothing he did had worked, Feliks began to lose it. "Oh, what do you want me to do?" Clutching his head with his hands, Feliks began to tear up. "You're like, getting me hysterical now!"
"G-get away from me. You frighten me!" Toris points across the room at Feliks' desk. "Go! Go over there. Hurry!" Not knowing what else to do, Feliks rushes to his desk and sits down. "Ok, Ok! Look! I'm sitting down now. Better?"
"You still look kind of angry." Toris said, eyeing Feliks suspiciously. "Could you smile for me?" Was he serious? Well if it'll calm the guy down… Feliks forces the sweetest smile he can muster up. "Better now?" Toris, now calm again, smiles back at his client and moves away from his position at the corner.
"Alright, come here," Feliks said, gesturing his accountant to approach, much like how a child would try to convince a puppy to lick their hand. "Like, who's my little accountant? Who's my little accountant?"
"I-I am?"
"Yes, you are. Yes, you are"
"I'm him." Toris said with a smile forming on his face. 'He's actually really nice.' Laughing at the blonde's humorous, yet kind action, Toris approaches his client in a calm matter. "Thank you for smiling. It really helped."
"Well, you know what they say." Feliks said getting up from his seat and walking over to the brunette. "Smile and the whole world smiles with you." As Toris crouched down to pick up his blanket that was dropped, Feliks looked over to his favorite bust of Shakespeare" This man should be in a straightjacket." He said to it, as if it could actually hear him. "Any better?" Feliks asked, turning his attention back at Toris, who was now getting up.
"Oh, yes, thank you." The brunette replied, oblivious to what his client had just said about him to a hunk of bronze. "Mr. Lucaseiwicz, may I speak to you for a moment?" Toris asked while clearing his little blanket from inexistent dust.
"Yes, what can I do for you, Prince Mishkin?"
"This is hardly a time for levity." Toris said while making his way to the blonde's desk and picking up some papers. "I've encountered a serious error in the accounts of your last play, 'Funny Boy.'" Looking over the paper once again, Toris continues. "According to the backer's list, you raised almost $100,000. But the play only cost $98,000 to produce." Looking back up at Feliks, the the accountant shoots his client a serious look. "You have $2000 un-accounted for."
'Oh hear we go!' Thought Feliks while rolling his eyes. "So I went to a Turkish bath. Who cares? The show was a total flop!"
Toris sits down at the desk. "Yes, but if they find out, you can go to jail.
'Jail!?' Like hell he was going to jail. "Liet, could you like, do me a favor?" Feliks asked almost desperately. "Move a couple of digits around. You can do it. You're an accountant. You're part of a noble profession. Why, the word, count is part of your title."
"That's cheating" Toris said giving a serious face to his client.
"It's not cheating! It's charity. You see this stick-pin?" The blonde asked, showing a pin with a hollow hold to his accountant. "This like, used to hold a pearl as big as your eye!" Walking to the other side of the desk, Feliks continue his rant "I used to wear handmade Italian suites!" Feliks un-ties his belt and shows it to at Toris. "Now look at me! I'm wearing a cardboard belt!" Felix exclaimed before tearing the belt to shreds. Grabbing Toris' hand, Feliks kneels down in a pleading position, even putting on his best puppy-dog face. "Toris please don't send me to prison! Help me!" cried the blonde, who was now tearing up a bit.
'Should I really be doing this?" Toris wondered as he looked at the now bawling blonde. 'It would be illegal, but he seems like he kinda needs it. After all, he did smile for me and calmed me down…' Sighing in defeat, Toris gives in. "Okay, okay. I'll do it"
"You will?"
"Yea. I mean, $2000 isn't that much. I'm sure I can hide it somewhere. After all, the IRS isn't interested in a show that flopped."
Feliks enthusiastically pops up from his pleading position. "Yes, good thinking, Liet! You figure it out. I'm going to take a little napsky." Said Feliks as he lies down on his sofa and closes his eyes.
'Was he faking it?' Toris wondered. 'Aw well, like I said, it's only 2,000' Taking out his trusty pen, Toris begins to work his magic. "Let's see. Move a little bit the one. Hhm. Hhm." When Toris finished what he needed to, he immediately realized something incredible. "It's amazing. It's absolutely amazing, but...under the right circumstances, a producer could make more money with a flop than he could with a hit."
Upon hearing this, Feliks instantly pops up from the couch. Make more money with a flop than a hit? Is that even possible? "Are you serious?" The blonde asked as he shoots the accountant, who still had his face in his work, a curious look.
"Yes, it's quite possible." Toris replied, not even bothering to look up. "If he were certain a show could fail, a man could make a fortune."
"What?" The blonde asked, catching Toris' attention.
"Yes, what?"
"What you were saying. Like, keep going."
"What was I saying?"
Rolling his eyes, Feliks got up from the couch, and walked up to his desk. He puts both his hands flat on the desk and casts Toris a serious look. "You were saying that under the right circumstances, a producer could make more money with a flop than he could with a hit!"
"Oh. Well yes, it's quite possible"
"You keep saying that, but you don't tell me how." Feliks said, feeling pretty close to strangling the brunette.
"Well, it's simply a matter of creative accounting." Toris says, oblivious to Feliks' occasional greedy nature. "Let's assume just for a moment that you are a dishonest man."
"Like, assume away."
"Well, you did it so yourself only on a much smaller scale. You raised more money than you needed to produce your last play." The brunette explained to his client. "Now, if you were really a bold criminal, you would have raised a million dollars, put on your $98,000 flop and kept the rest."
'Really?' This idea was starting to sound better and better. But before one makes a rash decision, one must consider the backlash. "And, out of some miracle, what if my show was a hit?"
"Well, then you would go to jail, instead of a hundred percent, you would have raised more than a thousand percent and with so many backers to go around, you wouldn't be able to pay them all back. Get it?
"Got it!" Alright! As long as the show flops, then there is no negative consequence. "So in order for our scheme to work, we'd need to find a sure-fire flop?"
Scheme? "What scheme?"
"What scheme?" Feliks laughed "Your scheme, you little genius!"
What on earth is he talking about? "I meant no scheme. I merely posed a simple academic accounting theory. It was just a thought"
"Liet, worlds have turned on such thoughts." Putting his arm around Toris, Feliks began to work his charm. "Don't you see, Liet, darling Liet glorious Liet? It's so simple! Step 1: We find the worst play ever written, a sure-fire flop." Taking his arm off of the accountant, Feliks shifts to the brunettes right. "Step 2: We hire the worst director in town. Step 3: We raise two million dollars!
"Two?"
"Yep! One million for me. One million for you." The blonde elbows Toris in his side. "There's a lot of money out there! Step 4: We hire the worst actors in New York and open on Broadway. And like, before you can stay Step 5, we close on Broadway, take our two million and totally go to Rio!"
Was he crazy? No he shouldn't say that. He's completely out of his mind! But still, a million dollars?' Toris began to think about it. 'Well, that would definitely pay the bills. I could even buy a big, new house for my mother and brothers. I could quit my job! They could quit their jobs. Maybe, maybe…" But before Toris could think any further, he realizes something. 'What if the plan fails? What if we got caught? I could go to jail! Then who'll take care of my family? They need me!' Taking in a deep breath, Toris begins to pack up his briefcase. "I'm sorry but, that would never work."
"Oh, ye of little faith"
Toris doesn't respond, instead makes his way towards the exit. 'Guess I gotta convince the guy…' thought Feliks. Jumping on top of his desk, the blonde yells out. "Toris!" Stopping in his tracks, Toris gives a curious look to Feliks, who is now pointing towards him. "Like, what did Louis say to Clark when everything looked bleak? What did Sir Edmund say to Tensing as they struggled towards Everest's peak? What did Washington say to his troops as they crossed the Delaware? I'm sure you're well aware."
Although he knew what was coming, Toris figured that if the blonde went on another rant, then he could sneak away while he was distracted. "W-what did they say?" The brunette hesitantly asked.
"We can do it." Answered the blonde in his singing voice. "We can do it. We can do it, me and you." Making a big leap from the desk, Feliks lands right in front of Toris and grab him by the shoulders. "We can do it. We can do it. We can make our dreams come true." Feliks sits Toris down onto the couch as he continues. "Everything you've ever wanted is just waiting to be had. Beautiful girls wearing nothing but you, undressing you and like, driving you mad!"
"No!" yelled Toris before leaping up from his seat. Grabbing his coat, the brunette rushes out of the door.
"Wait! Liet!" Feliks yelled out, running his accountant, grabbing his own coat and hat on the way. Once Toris ran out of the building, the brunette ran across the street, but only to be stopped in front of Café Sweden by Feliks. Holding Toris by the shoulders Feliks continues singing. "We can do it. We can do it. This is not the time to shirk. We can do it. You won't rue it. Say good bye to petty clerk." If Feliks was going to convince the accountant to help, he was going to have to sweeten the deal. Shaking Toris hand suddenly, Feliks continues. "Hi producer. Yes, producer. I mean you, sir, go berserk."When Toris pointed at himself for clarification, Feliks smiles and nod before grabbing both of the brunette's hand and spinning him around. "We can do it. We can do it. 'Cause I know it's gonna work." Feliks stops singing, and lets go of Toris while giving him an expectant look. "Well, what do you say, Liet?
What could he say? It's a great offer, but it was too big of a risk. He's never done anything like this before. He would also be risking too much. Giving Feliks a quick glance, Toris finally decides on his answer."What do I say? Finally a chance to be a Broadway producer. What do I say? Finally a chance to make my dreams come true, sir. What do I say? What do I say? Here's what I say to you, sir." As Toris paused briefly, Feliks gave a hopeful smile. "I can't do it." Toris finally says, causing Feliks' smile to drop. "I can't do it. I can't do it. That's not me. I'm a loser, I'm a coward. I'm a chicken, don't you see? When it comes to wooing women, there's a few things that I lack." Toris grabs a poster with a showgirl on from the wall next to him and shows it to Feliks. "Beautiful girls, wearing nothing but pearls. Caressing me, embracing me. Why, I'd have an attack!" Feeling another episode coming on, Toris takes out his blanket once again and rubs his face with it.
Clearly annoyed, Feliks glares at the brunette. "Why you slimy little caterpillar, don't you like, ever want to become a butterfly?" asked Feliks as he snatched Toris' blanket, only to immediately stuff it in the accountant's mouth when the brunette began to scream. "C'mon Liet, don't you ever want to spread your wings and flap your way to glory?"
"No!" Replied Toris, who still had his blanket in his mouth. Before Feliks could say anything else, Toris ran off and jumped into a nearby cab.
"Where to?" the cab driver asked, not even noticing that his passenger was sweaty and removing a small blue blanket from his mouth.
"Central Park. Please!" Said Toris as he secured his seatbelt and putting his wet blanket into his coat pocket. Trying to relax, the brunette pulled at his collar. "Gotta breath. Gotta breath." But to Toris' dismay, Feliks had managed to jump in the cab just as it was starting to drive away. 'Oh come on! What's it gonna take to get him to see I'm not that type of guy?' As Feliks took in a deep breath to continue his song, Toris decided to just try to reason with him. 'I'm sure he can be reasonable…' But, just as Toris began to speak, Feliks started up his song.
"We can do it."
"Mr. Lucaseiwicz."
"We can do it. We can grab that holy grail."
'Guess I'll have to fight fire with fire.' Toris concluded, letting out a frustrated huff. "Please stop this song. You've got me wrong. I'll say so long. I'm not as strong a person as you think."
"Drink champagne, not ginger ale."
"Mr. Lucasiewicz. Just take a look. I'm not a crook. I'm just a schnook. The bottom line is that I stink!"
"Come on, Liet-o. Can't you see-o?"
"You see Rio. I see jail."
"Central Park!" The driver yelled out as the cab came to a halt. After paying his cab fare, Toris jumps out, and before Feliks could follow, the brunette slams the door on the blonde's face before running down a flight of stairs leading into the park.
"Toris wait!" Feliks cried out, as he got out of the cab, rubbing the bruise that was now forming on his face.
'Why is he still chasing me?' Toris mentally screamed as he saw Feliks chase him down the steps. To make matters worse, he was getting closer with each word he sang. Wait. Was he still singing?
"We can do it."
"I can't do it."
"We can do it."
"I can't do it. I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot, CANNOT do it. 'Cause I know it's gonna fail-AH!" Somehow, Feliks had not only managed to catch up with Toris, but had also tackled the brunette into a giant fountain that was located in a clearing at the bottom of the steps.
"WAH! I'M DROWNING!"
Before Toris could have another freak attack, Feliks stood up and pulled the accountant by the back of his coat and dropped out of the fountain. As Toris was trying to relax and catch his break, Feliks stepped out of the fountain and kneeled down on his knee to continue his talk with Toris. "Come on, Liet. How can it miss? All you need is a little courage. Why, you're like a…like a…" 'What is this guy like' Wondered Feliks as he looked around the park for inspiration. Noticing the fountain besides them, the blonde gestures toward it. "You're like a fountain!"
"I'm like a fountain?" Toris said, giving the blonde a questionable look as he stood up.
"Yes, you're a fountain!" Feliks yelled back, making Toris flinch. "You're a fountain just waiting to explode into the sky!" Feliks jumped up onto his feet and put his hand on Toris' shoulder. "Don't you see there's a lot more to you than there is to you?" Upon hearing that awkward sentence leave his mouth, Feliks tries to think over what the hell he had just said.
"Look." Toris said, stopping Feliks mid-thought. "I'm sorry , really I am, but I'm afraid you've made a terrible error in judgment. You've mistaken me for someone with a spine. I'm going back to Braginsky and Co. now." Toris said, giving Feliks a pat on the back before leaving. "Good bye, forever!"
"No! Liet!" Feliks yelled out as Toris walked away in the direction of a rather large building. "Think about it! Like, you'll never get a cab at this hour!" As Toris disappeared into the large building, Feliks kneels down and looks up into the sky. Well, time for plan B. Putting his hands together in a praying position, Feliks began to plea. "Oh Lord, dear lord." Stretching his arms out Feliks yelled. "I WANT THAT MONEY!"
Chapter 2~ Finally!
This took longer than the first chapter! But that's because my family had just recently faced a tragedy.
On the positive side, I actually managed to post this! Originally, I was going to use my OCs for New York and New Jersey to be max and Leo, Respectively, but decided to just use them later. They'll appear later in the story, but nothing big.
Sillypandalover91-I hope you like this new chapter! :3
hetaliashipcaptain- Yes I will definitely continue and worry not! There shall be LietBel! :3
TheInvisibleShapeshifter-Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! When I first saw the movie I thought 'Who would play Nathan Lane better than Poland?'
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HERO AWAY! *Flies into a cake*