And All That Jazz - September 15th, 2008
did you hear my baby's queer for all that jazz?

User: [info]thatjazz (posted by [info]itsbetterifwedo)
Date: 2008-09-15 13:16
Subject: The Fury, Open, in the pinch
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Tags:brendon, club open, kate, nathan

Bren's a high strung person at the best of times. These are not the best of times. He's all but jittering, hands wrung together. He still has on his stage makeup, of course, he hadn't even gone on yet, but he's taken off his tie, his hat is long gone and he's pacing like he can't sit still. He can't. Brendon's balled out and scared.

He'd been on his own for a while, but dealing with the fuzz in a business way was new to him and he wasn't dealing well.

He was actually quiet.

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User: [info]thatjazz (posted by [info]great_gams)
Date: 2008-09-15 16:39
Subject: The Fury, backstage, John
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Tags:club closed, john, zeta

Zeta's done what any self-respecting girl would do when the coppers raid a joint: She's hidden herself neatly away in a broom closet down by the dressing rooms.

She waits until the sounds of chaos have drifted away and sneaks a peek through the barely-opened door just as she hears footsteps. She's about to pull it shut again when she recognizes who it is.

"Pssst. John!" she whispers to get his attention.

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User: [info]thatjazz (posted by [info]cashandcheck)
Date: 2008-09-15 18:30
Subject: The Fury, backstage, open
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Tags:club open, david, john

John's busy, sure, but that doesn't mean that he's not aware of the sudden noise of movement outside in the corridor - and neither's his guest. Twisting free, he grabs for the key, unlocks the door, sees the commotion - and yeah, there's not many things to cause that scale of panic.

He makes sure the client's dressed and safely out, then heads back - stupid, maybe, but Scott's probably still in there and he wants to know what the hell's going on - so grabs for the nearest person, catching them by the arm, and pulling them against the wall out of the path of folk running by.

"What's the story?" he demands, without preamble, and completely ignoring the fact that he's only wearing pants, suspenders hanging loose around his hips. No shoes, no shirt. It's not a time to hang around worrying about modesty.

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