Hey, you're not allowed backstage!

No concerns needed here, Mr. Barnum.

*Shrugs.*

I, personally, don’t feel much of an attraction to anyone, one way or the other, but you’re not exactly hard to look at. Anyone with eyes can see that. Any person, man, woman, or otherwise, would be lucky to have you.

*Chuckles.*

And now, perhaps, I need to evaluate the fact that I work in such a place where I can tell my male boss that he is quite handsome, and not get thrown to the curb because of it.

*Falls silent as he listens to Barnum’s tale. Hums a little at the end.*

I suppose that if Carlyle were still with my sister, I’d have to be wary of you trying anything while they were still together. But... I haven’t been explicitly told anything, but I suspect that the sun set on that quite awhile ago now,

Your secret’s safe with us, Barnum.

*Makes a move to retrieve the box of truffles. Speaks, teasingly.*

Are we to find anymore sketches over here?

*In a moment of seriousness, he hesitates a little, then cautiously adds:*

Carlyle is a tricky one to read. I've always had an inkling he might be accustomed to that side of society, but he was also pretty head over heals for Anne for a while, you all saw how he was. I mean he seems pretty close and personal with you, but it could also be that he just ain't sure what the boundaries of friendship are. The upper folk seem to get pretty touchy feely in some circles.

*She finishes her chocolate and downs the shot, holding out an open palm to WD for him to pass her another*

Either way, I'd break it to him gently. Don't wanna frighten the kid off if he doesn't swing that way. We kinda like having him around.

*She laughs softly as she kicks off her shoes, comfortably tipsy and rather tired in the warmth of the cozy room*

Thank you, glad to know I still have my good looks.

*Subconciously he moves a hand to touch the creased skin around his eye and feels his smile falter slightly. He finishes his shot and puts down the glass on the arm of the chair, looking thoughtful*

Ah, even if he did swing that way, Phil is a younger man. He's in his prime, he'll be wanting to settle down with a wife who can take care of him and start a family soon. It's just a stage of life gentlemen are expected to go through. I've already lived through all that, I couldn't take it away from him. Raising my girls has been some of the happiest years of my life, Phillip will be a great father to a child someday.

I'm fine with remaining friends, perhaps I could even be a fun uncle to his own kids in the future. I simply need to get my head out of the clouds and rein back my desires a bit. You know how it is when you take a fancy with someone, your emotions simply get jumbled. It'll fade eventually I'm sure of it.

I won't scare the poor man off, if that fire didn't kill his enthusiasm for this place I don't think anything could. The worst that will happen is that things will feel a bit uncomfortable for a while, but I'm confident that our friendship could survive the hit. Just need to find an appropriate time and place to talk to him about it, I wouldn't feel right fantasizing about a life with someone when they havn't the faintest idea I'm doing so, it seems a touch creepy even to me.

*After a while he stands and stretches, moving over to take a chocolate from the box and toss it in his mouth theatrically. Slowly he heads over to a cupboard and rummages through a trunk inside, taking out a couple of heavy knitted blankets. He tosses one at WD and brings the other over to lay over Lettie more gently.*

Mmm. I can’t tell you the last time I had real chocolate.

Lettie’s got a point, though. I’ve seen him eye you before, but it could be that he just doesn’t know what crosses the platonic lines. I don’t believe Carlyle to be dumb or slow at all, but he can have that naivety caused by his upbringing. He’s hardly to blame though, he can’t help the fact he was sheltered so much.

*Grins*

Until you came along, that is. You’ve corrupted us all, Mr. Barnum.

*Shrugs out of his jacket, draping it over the couch, and slips out of his shoes.*

I would simply... explore with caution. You’ve a habit of jumping in too soon, Barnum, and sometimes that does work... but this could blow up in your face. You’re right about not wanting to scare him off. Stick a toe in, test the waters, but don’t... dive right in. I don’t believe Carlyle capable of lashing out against you, but it’s best to be safe than to be sorry.

*Raises a brow.*

And, check how things are with Anne. I don’t have anything against you exploring a relationship with anybody, man or woman, but if that somebody could potentially still be with my sister... I don’t want to have to go against my boss because he upset her.

*Falls silent for awhile. Almost subconsciously, hardly aware he’s even doing it, he starts to rub Lettie’s feet.*

*Speaks again, almost thoughtfully and to himself, but just loud enough for Barnum and Lettie to hear.*

Carlyle? Sheltered? The kid might be sweet as sugar but underneath that candy coating is a man who's been whoring it around for years. Trust me, I know one when I see one. He was all over the rags a few years ago, New Yorks favourite scandal right before Barnum entered the scene. Hottest player in town, there were rumours of him stumbling from strangers houses without trousers every other night. I don't know how much of it's true, you know how the papers are; but there's a good reason I was playing protective mama bird to Annie those first few weeks until we got to know the kid better.

*She shuffles to position a cushion behind her head and let's her eyes drift shut again*

Naive my ass. That's just his act, honey.

To his credit it seems pretty obvious he's turned over a new leaf.

*She snorts softly and stretches*

Thank you for the boost of confidence.

*He leaves the room for several minutes, returning in his nightshirt and rummaging for a book nonchalantly on one of his many bookshelves. He takes out a pretty looking green hardback and begins searching the messy surfaces for something, squinting in the dim candle light*

I wouldn't concern yourself with that. I am fairly confident that Phil and Anne are no longer seeing eachother in the romantic sense. After that morning they 'talked' he sent the entire afternoon pretending he had a cold so I wouldn't think he was sniffling hunched over his paperwork.

Of course I'll talk to Anne if it makes you feel more confident, but I'm not going to go into any detail. The less people know about my interests the better, and I'm certainly going to be less willing to discus this situation once I've sobered up a bit.

*Making a sudden pleased hum, he finds a pair of reading spectacles under a pile of letters on the coffee table and hangs them on the neck of his nightshirt before moving over to lean against the bedroom door*

I doubt there is a future in that regards for myself and Phil. Lettie is right, he's likely been with every woman of the highest elite, he's a young, handsome bachelor. He could get with anyone in the city he wanted. I'm not saying I'm not a catch myself, you should see some of the explicit fan mail I'm sent; but I am an older, divorced man reaching my middle ages. I can't offer him children, I can't even marry the man. It's a ridiculous sentiment to even think about. It wouldn't be a good path for him even if he didn't recoil from the idea.

It's a fleeting crush, that's all it is. Every man grow smitten on the occasion there's nothing wrong with it.

I'll take him out to the music hall or something, perhaps dinner; tell him the truth, break it to him gently just so he knows and my mind is at rest, then I'll work on getting over it.

*He waves a hand dismissivelly*

Do douse that fire before you fall asleep. I'd like to not loose my Circus and home a second time.

Excuse me, I should have been more clear. I’ve no doubt in my mind he’s got his experiences charming the women, and other men, in this city. But, I’d bet money that not much of that was anything beyond one or two nights of lust. I’m quite certain that his relationship with Anne is — was — one of the first formal relationships he’s entered... of his own will, that is. Courting attempts set up by suffocating parents hardly count.

*He’s barely finished his talk when he’s aback by Barnum’s defensiveness. All humor leaves him, and he purses his lips together.*

I mean no harm, Mr. Barnum. I’m beyond positive you’d never intend to hurt either of them. I’m simply looking out for my sister, because I love her. As, I’m sure, you will when Caroline and Helen become of courting age.

You do not have to let Anne know of your preferences unless you wish to. I would never ask that of you, Mr. Barnum, and you have my word that I will not bring this up to her unless you decide to first, or otherwise give me permission.

*Falls silent as he watches Barnum go into his room. When the door shuts, he sighs, and looks into the flickering flames of the fireplace.*

He truly is worried about this, isn’t he? I never meant him any harm... I just don’t want to see anyone get hurt because of some miscommunication.

*Looks at Lettie.*

I’ve never seen him like this. The fire was... a different kind of stress. I hope he’s all right.

*Let’s out a long sigh, stretching out his legs and letting his head loll onto the back of the couch. Stays like that for a moment, then moves to the couch that Lettie does not occupy. When he speaks, he tries to lighten the mood a little, a teasing lilt to his voice.*

Ah don't get your knickers in a twist, he'll be fine. You know he's just a bit more fragile than usual when he's drunk, by morning he'll be back to having an ego the size of New York like always.

*She gently tosses a cushion at WDs head with a grin*

You know he'd never do anything to hurt Anne.

*She steals WDs glass of water from the table and takes a sip before reluctantly stretching and sitting up. It's a few more minutes before she wearily stands and moves to douse the fire, plunging the room into near darkness except for the single lit candle on the coffee table. She uses it's meager light to navigate her way back to the couch and settle down*

He was doing better before the whole situation with his wife, maybe it was just one load too many. He'll find love again and be back to normal in no time, trust me. Soppy boys, the both of 'em. If they don't end up with eachother they'll only end up unbearably head over heals for someone else.

Men, they fall in and out of love so often I'm suprised they don't get motion sick from it all.

*She chuckles and turns over to blow out the candle*

No concerns needed here, Mr. Barnum.

*Shrugs.*

I, personally, don’t feel much of an attraction to anyone, one way or the other, but you’re not exactly hard to look at. Anyone with eyes can see that. Any person, man, woman, or otherwise, would be lucky to have you.

*Chuckles.*

And now, perhaps, I need to evaluate the fact that I work in such a place where I can tell my male boss that he is quite handsome, and not get thrown to the curb because of it.

*Falls silent as he listens to Barnum’s tale. Hums a little at the end.*

I suppose that if Carlyle were still with my sister, I’d have to be wary of you trying anything while they were still together. But... I haven’t been explicitly told anything, but I suspect that the sun set on that quite awhile ago now,

Your secret’s safe with us, Barnum.

*Makes a move to retrieve the box of truffles. Speaks, teasingly.*

Are we to find anymore sketches over here?

*In a moment of seriousness, he hesitates a little, then cautiously adds:*

Carlyle is a tricky one to read. I've always had an inkling he might be accustomed to that side of society, but he was also pretty head over heals for Anne for a while, you all saw how he was. I mean he seems pretty close and personal with you, but it could also be that he just ain't sure what the boundaries of friendship are. The upper folk seem to get pretty touchy feely in some circles.

*She finishes her chocolate and downs the shot, holding out an open palm to WD for him to pass her another*

Either way, I'd break it to him gently. Don't wanna frighten the kid off if he doesn't swing that way. We kinda like having him around.

*She laughs softly as she kicks off her shoes, comfortably tipsy and rather tired in the warmth of the cozy room*

Thank you, glad to know I still have my good looks.

*Subconciously he moves a hand to touch the creased skin around his eye and feels his smile falter slightly. He finishes his shot and puts down the glass on the arm of the chair, looking thoughtful*

Ah, even if he did swing that way, Phil is a younger man. He's in his prime, he'll be wanting to settle down with a wife who can take care of him and start a family soon. It's just a stage of life gentlemen are expected to go through. I've already lived through all that, I couldn't take it away from him. Raising my girls has been some of the happiest years of my life, Phillip will be a great father to a child someday.

I'm fine with remaining friends, perhaps I could even be a fun uncle to his own kids in the future. I simply need to get my head out of the clouds and rein back my desires a bit. You know how it is when you take a fancy with someone, your emotions simply get jumbled. It'll fade eventually I'm sure of it.

I won't scare the poor man off, if that fire didn't kill his enthusiasm for this place I don't think anything could. The worst that will happen is that things will feel a bit uncomfortable for a while, but I'm confident that our friendship could survive the hit. Just need to find an appropriate time and place to talk to him about it, I wouldn't feel right fantasizing about a life with someone when they havn't the faintest idea I'm doing so, it seems a touch creepy even to me.

*After a while he stands and stretches, moving over to take a chocolate from the box and toss it in his mouth theatrically. Slowly he heads over to a cupboard and rummages through a trunk inside, taking out a couple of heavy knitted blankets. He tosses one at WD and brings the other over to lay over Lettie more gently.*

Mmm. I can’t tell you the last time I had real chocolate.

Lettie’s got a point, though. I’ve seen him eye you before, but it could be that he just doesn’t know what crosses the platonic lines. I don’t believe Carlyle to be dumb or slow at all, but he can have that naivety caused by his upbringing. He’s hardly to blame though, he can’t help the fact he was sheltered so much.

*Grins*

Until you came along, that is. You’ve corrupted us all, Mr. Barnum.

*Shrugs out of his jacket, draping it over the couch, and slips out of his shoes.*

I would simply... explore with caution. You’ve a habit of jumping in too soon, Barnum, and sometimes that does work... but this could blow up in your face. You’re right about not wanting to scare him off. Stick a toe in, test the waters, but don’t... dive right in. I don’t believe Carlyle capable of lashing out against you, but it’s best to be safe than to be sorry.

*Raises a brow.*

And, check how things are with Anne. I don’t have anything against you exploring a relationship with anybody, man or woman, but if that somebody could potentially still be with my sister... I don’t want to have to go against my boss because he upset her.

*Falls silent for awhile. Almost subconsciously, hardly aware he’s even doing it, he starts to rub Lettie’s feet.*

*Speaks again, almost thoughtfully and to himself, but just loud enough for Barnum and Lettie to hear.*

Carlyle? Sheltered? The kid might be sweet as sugar but underneath that candy coating is a man who's been whoring it around for years. Trust me, I know one when I see one. He was all over the rags a few years ago, New Yorks favourite scandal right before Barnum entered the scene. Hottest player in town, there were rumours of him stumbling from strangers houses without trousers every other night. I don't know how much of it's true, you know how the papers are; but there's a good reason I was playing protective mama bird to Annie those first few weeks until we got to know the kid better.

*She shuffles to position a cushion behind her head and let's her eyes drift shut again*

Naive my ass. That's just his act, honey.

To his credit it seems pretty obvious he's turned over a new leaf.

*She snorts softly and stretches*

No concerns needed here, Mr. Barnum.

*Shrugs.*

I, personally, don’t feel much of an attraction to anyone, one way or the other, but you’re not exactly hard to look at. Anyone with eyes can see that. Any person, man, woman, or otherwise, would be lucky to have you.

*Chuckles.*

And now, perhaps, I need to evaluate the fact that I work in such a place where I can tell my male boss that he is quite handsome, and not get thrown to the curb because of it.

*Falls silent as he listens to Barnum’s tale. Hums a little at the end.*

I suppose that if Carlyle were still with my sister, I’d have to be wary of you trying anything while they were still together. But... I haven’t been explicitly told anything, but I suspect that the sun set on that quite awhile ago now,

Your secret’s safe with us, Barnum.

*Makes a move to retrieve the box of truffles. Speaks, teasingly.*

Are we to find anymore sketches over here?

*In a moment of seriousness, he hesitates a little, then cautiously adds:*

Carlyle is a tricky one to read. I've always had an inkling he might be accustomed to that side of society, but he was also pretty head over heals for Anne for a while, you all saw how he was. I mean he seems pretty close and personal with you, but it could also be that he just ain't sure what the boundaries of friendship are. The upper folk seem to get pretty touchy feely in some circles.

*She finishes her chocolate and downs the shot, holding out an open palm to WD for him to pass her another*

Either way, I'd break it to him gently. Don't wanna frighten the kid off if he doesn't swing that way. We kinda like having him around.

*She laughs softly as she kicks off her shoes, comfortably tipsy and rather tired in the warmth of the cozy room*

Not... getting soft. Just... didn’t eat much beforehand.

*The cold air helps his head some and he straightens up. Still leaning on Lettie, though not as heavily as before. Still tipsy, but able to think clearly. Looks a little sheepish.*

Rarely do before acts. Wouldn’t do much good if the flying trapeze artist got sick while in midair, huh?

It just hit hard, that’s all.

*As they walk on, he becomes much less reliant on Lettie. Still somewhat woozy, but manages to straighten to the point that the only support she’s got on him is a hand in his. Smiles and brings her hand to his lips in thanks, nothing more than a friendly gesture, before letting go.*

*Listens fondly to Barnum’s words, sympathetic toward the ringmaster, but not pitiful. Much of the troupe knows how much Barnum hates to be pitied over the recent separation.*

*He starts to frown, though, as the conversation suddenly shifts from Barnum to himself.*

A lady?

At present, the only lady I’ve got waiting for me at home is Luna.

*He shrugs*

I’m sure they’re out there, I just haven’t bothered to look. Companionship would be nice, but I’ve Luna for now — and what better joy can a man be greeted with than an overly eager Labrador waiting for his return home?

*Chuckles.*

*As WD eases up on her support she shuffles to tug Barnum's coat a little tighter around her and gives WD's hand a reassuring squeeze. Smiling at her boys.*

Maybe you should get a dog, like WD, to keep you company? I'm sure you'll find someone again some day though, honey.

*She shuffles her skirts up as they make their way up the wide stone stairs at the far end of the park and start to walk along the scenic cannal. A smug grin crossing her face*

I have a bit of a love interest in my eye actually, wouldn't ya know. None of your buisness who though, I'm not even sure they'd like me back. Love is a fools game, it really is, but where would be the fun in life if we didn't play the jester once in a while?

*She bumps her shoulder against Barnum as they walk to knock him slightly off the curb, cackling to herself loudly*

*He stumbles when pushed and shoots her a challenging grin before throwing his weight back to knock the two of them sideways slightly*

Next week we'll just have to get you a few more drinks in, you'll be confessing your new interest in no time. Don't think I won't get it out of you eventually.

*As they reach the end stretch of the canal they approach the circus, the majestic tent breaking the clean skyline. He leads them through the big top rather than around the back to the caravans, fumbling tipsily in his pockets to search for his keys as they walk*

Ah, Phil had a rough night a few days back, we had a bit too much. He seemed reluctant to go out again so soon, so opted for an early night instead. Said he had some paperwork to take care of anyway.

*They reach the office and he fumbles a bit getting the key into the lock, swinging it open lazily before traipsing through to head up the stairs to his connected living quarters. It's a decently sized space, modest for Barnum but still quite grand by any normal measure. There's two couches with decorative cushions and a few bookshelves packed full, an ostentatious pink dolls house shoved on one corner, still messy from recent use come the girls last visit, and bizarre displays stacked against every free wall, rejects from the sideshows; a flea circus, a gnarly looking wooden mermaid, a range of taxidermy frogs with swords.

The room is rather messy with clothes and papers scattered all over and he quickly gets to work picking things up and shoving them into his sleeping quarters to make space*

Sorry for the mess, I got used to having maids for a while.

*He chuckles as he clears a path and instead turns his attention to lighting the fireplace to bring some warmth and light to the chilly room*

*Pauses, then chuckles.*

Of course, I’m sure I more than make up for it after hours. But, I don’t have four legs and fur.

*Pauses and smirks, nudging Lettie.*

...Hm. You think Luna’d get along with Dog Boy?

*Upon arriving at Barnum’s office space, he makes use of the invitation to make himself comfortable. He sits on the couch — then pauses and shifts a little, frowning as he pulls a crumple of papers from underneath the cushion. Some of the papers are balled up, but others are just creased and crumpled, and he reads the headlines off of them.*

*Can’t help but laugh.*

This what you do with Bennett’s bad reviews, Barnum?

*At the mention of drinks, he furrows his brow.*

*She picks up a few stray clothing garments from one of the couches and folds them neatly before sitting down next to WD and patting his shoulder fondly*

I'm raiding the pantry to find something for you to snack on. Don't go throwing up anywhere.

*Standing again after a moment she wanders out into Barnums small pantry area, returning several moments later barely suppressing tipsy giggles; a tin of biscuits under her arm and an open notebook in her hand showing off a rather detailed pencil sketch of a naked gentleman in a risque pose*

Been practising your life drawing, huh Barnum? Tucking this behind the flour isn't hiding it very well. Thought you were sneaker than that.

You're a pretty decent artist though.

*She tosses it to WD with a grin, then puts the biscuits down next to him on the arm of the couch*

*Once lighting the fire he tosses a few balls of paper into the flames and stands to stretch. Nearly jumping out of his skin when Lettie returns holding a familiar book. He makes a choking sound as he scrambles to grab the notepad from WD's grip and shoves it into his coat. Hoping the heat in his face could be passed off as close proximity to the fireplace.*

Rummage through my private things again and this'll be the last time I invite either of you here.

Drawing the male form in complex poses is important practise. If I'm to do anyone justice to the art of posters presenting flexible women and strong men, I have to be able to draw the human body from every angle.

There isn't a model it's just practise from books and- oh just drop it. I'll fetch drinks, neither of you are to mention this to anyone or you're fired.

*Grumbling to himself he shuffles into the kitchen to find a few shot glasses, returning with a glass whisky bottle and a carafe of water in tow. He puts them down on the coffee table and pours out three shots, then slides the water jug to WD sympathetically before downing his shot and pouring another. Silent for a moment before clearing his throat in mock confidence*

Hey, he looks... familiar? Where—?

*Frowns, but doesn’t get a chance for a second glimpse before Barnum snatches the sketchbook away. His frown melts away and he laughs as he munches on a cookie.*

It’s all right, Mr. Barnum. Nobody’s judging.

*Can see that the man is visibly shaken. Smiles sympathetically.*

Even if you were ‘acting on it,’ nobody, at least at the circus, would care. I’m serious, Barnum. You think a ragtag bunch like us would care who or what you fancy?

*Motions toward Lettie.*

Least of all Lettie or I.

You’re all right, Mr. Barnum. None of us would dare cast you out over something as minor as this.

You think looking at men is the most illegal thing you do? Didn't you con a bank into lending you ten thousand dollars once?

Besides, I've done more than just look at other women before. The beard seems to be a magnet.

*She reaches over WD to grab a biscuit, breaking it in half before nibbling on it, waving her spare hand around theatrically as she speaks*

We've all had suspicions you've had a thing for Carlyle for months. Earlier tonight you were taking about how much you envied his muscular thighs for nearly fifteen minutes. No man talks about another mans thighs for that long of he isn't smitten.

*She tosses a small piece of biscuit at his head fondly*

We're all a little out of the norm here. You just like who you like, honey.

Not... getting soft. Just... didn’t eat much beforehand.

*The cold air helps his head some and he straightens up. Still leaning on Lettie, though not as heavily as before. Still tipsy, but able to think clearly. Looks a little sheepish.*

Rarely do before acts. Wouldn’t do much good if the flying trapeze artist got sick while in midair, huh?

It just hit hard, that’s all.

*As they walk on, he becomes much less reliant on Lettie. Still somewhat woozy, but manages to straighten to the point that the only support she’s got on him is a hand in his. Smiles and brings her hand to his lips in thanks, nothing more than a friendly gesture, before letting go.*

*Listens fondly to Barnum’s words, sympathetic toward the ringmaster, but not pitiful. Much of the troupe knows how much Barnum hates to be pitied over the recent separation.*

*He starts to frown, though, as the conversation suddenly shifts from Barnum to himself.*

A lady?

At present, the only lady I’ve got waiting for me at home is Luna.

*He shrugs*

I’m sure they’re out there, I just haven’t bothered to look. Companionship would be nice, but I’ve Luna for now — and what better joy can a man be greeted with than an overly eager Labrador waiting for his return home?

*Chuckles.*

*As WD eases up on her support she shuffles to tug Barnum's coat a little tighter around her and gives WD's hand a reassuring squeeze. Smiling at her boys.*

Maybe you should get a dog, like WD, to keep you company? I'm sure you'll find someone again some day though, honey.

*She shuffles her skirts up as they make their way up the wide stone stairs at the far end of the park and start to walk along the scenic cannal. A smug grin crossing her face*

I have a bit of a love interest in my eye actually, wouldn't ya know. None of your buisness who though, I'm not even sure they'd like me back. Love is a fools game, it really is, but where would be the fun in life if we didn't play the jester once in a while?

*She bumps her shoulder against Barnum as they walk to knock him slightly off the curb, cackling to herself loudly*

*He stumbles when pushed and shoots her a challenging grin before throwing his weight back to knock the two of them sideways slightly*

Next week we'll just have to get you a few more drinks in, you'll be confessing your new interest in no time. Don't think I won't get it out of you eventually.

*As they reach the end stretch of the canal they approach the circus, the majestic tent breaking the clean skyline. He leads them through the big top rather than around the back to the caravans, fumbling tipsily in his pockets to search for his keys as they walk*

Ah, Phil had a rough night a few days back, we had a bit too much. He seemed reluctant to go out again so soon, so opted for an early night instead. Said he had some paperwork to take care of anyway.

*They reach the office and he fumbles a bit getting the key into the lock, swinging it open lazily before traipsing through to head up the stairs to his connected living quarters. It's a decently sized space, modest for Barnum but still quite grand by any normal measure. There's two couches with decorative cushions and a few bookshelves packed full, an ostentatious pink dolls house shoved on one corner, still messy from recent use come the girls last visit, and bizarre displays stacked against every free wall, rejects from the sideshows; a flea circus, a gnarly looking wooden mermaid, a range of taxidermy frogs with swords.

The room is rather messy with clothes and papers scattered all over and he quickly gets to work picking things up and shoving them into his sleeping quarters to make space*

Sorry for the mess, I got used to having maids for a while.

*He chuckles as he clears a path and instead turns his attention to lighting the fireplace to bring some warmth and light to the chilly room*

*Pauses, then chuckles.*

Of course, I’m sure I more than make up for it after hours. But, I don’t have four legs and fur.

*Pauses and smirks, nudging Lettie.*

...Hm. You think Luna’d get along with Dog Boy?

*Upon arriving at Barnum’s office space, he makes use of the invitation to make himself comfortable. He sits on the couch — then pauses and shifts a little, frowning as he pulls a crumple of papers from underneath the cushion. Some of the papers are balled up, but others are just creased and crumpled, and he reads the headlines off of them.*

*Can’t help but laugh.*

This what you do with Bennett’s bad reviews, Barnum?

*At the mention of drinks, he furrows his brow.*

*She picks up a few stray clothing garments from one of the couches and folds them neatly before sitting down next to WD and patting his shoulder fondly*

I'm raiding the pantry to find something for you to snack on. Don't go throwing up anywhere.

*Standing again after a moment she wanders out into Barnums small pantry area, returning several moments later barely suppressing tipsy giggles; a tin of biscuits under her arm and an open notebook in her hand showing off a rather detailed pencil sketch of a naked gentleman in a risque pose*

Been practising your life drawing, huh Barnum? Tucking this behind the flour isn't hiding it very well. Thought you were sneaker than that.

You're a pretty decent artist though.

*She tosses it to WD with a grin, then puts the biscuits down next to him on the arm of the couch*

Not... getting soft. Just... didn’t eat much beforehand.

*The cold air helps his head some and he straightens up. Still leaning on Lettie, though not as heavily as before. Still tipsy, but able to think clearly. Looks a little sheepish.*

Rarely do before acts. Wouldn’t do much good if the flying trapeze artist got sick while in midair, huh?

It just hit hard, that’s all.

*As they walk on, he becomes much less reliant on Lettie. Still somewhat woozy, but manages to straighten to the point that the only support she’s got on him is a hand in his. Smiles and brings her hand to his lips in thanks, nothing more than a friendly gesture, before letting go.*

*Listens fondly to Barnum’s words, sympathetic toward the ringmaster, but not pitiful. Much of the troupe knows how much Barnum hates to be pitied over the recent separation.*

*He starts to frown, though, as the conversation suddenly shifts from Barnum to himself.*

A lady?

At present, the only lady I’ve got waiting for me at home is Luna.

*He shrugs*

I’m sure they’re out there, I just haven’t bothered to look. Companionship would be nice, but I’ve Luna for now — and what better joy can a man be greeted with than an overly eager Labrador waiting for his return home?

*Chuckles.*

*As WD eases up on her support she shuffles to tug Barnum's coat a little tighter around her and gives WD's hand a reassuring squeeze. Smiling at her boys.*

Maybe you should get a dog, like WD, to keep you company? I'm sure you'll find someone again some day though, honey.

*She shuffles her skirts up as they make their way up the wide stone stairs at the far end of the park and start to walk along the scenic cannal. A smug grin crossing her face*

I have a bit of a love interest in my eye actually, wouldn't ya know. None of your buisness who though, I'm not even sure they'd like me back. Love is a fools game, it really is, but where would be the fun in life if we didn't play the jester once in a while?

*She bumps her shoulder against Barnum as they walk to knock him slightly off the curb, cackling to herself loudly*

-So you're wrong, I didn't convince him otherwise. I subtly convinced him to convince himself. There's a difference. Can't get anywhere with the purebred lot if you try to force your ideas on them, gotta make them think that it's their idea, thats how you do it.

Anyway, I'll need some time to find a suitably sized one so he has plenty of time to come around to the idea.

*He takes another gulp of his drink and puts down the glass heavily, raising a cocky brow at WD across from him*

You... subtly convinced him... to convince... himself?

*Tries to wait for the words to sink in, but shakes his head. Scowls at his drink — he, too, is a few glasses in and clearly it’s starting to effect him*

*Jerks his head up at the mention of cannons and human cannonballs. Squints at Barnum.*

Me?

*Blinks. Laughs in disbelief.*

Uh-uh. Besides, I would never fit. You’re better off getting someone much smaller to try. Charles is an obvious choice. Or perhaps even Carlyle.

He'd never send Carlyle shooting out of a canon, he's too fond of him, ain't it obvious?

And you know Charles is scared of heights, he'd never agree.

*She gestures to the barman for another round, smug with the knowledge Barnum is paying tonight. Then gives the ringmaster a challenging kick under the table with a laugh*

No clue what you're talking about. Phil is just a friend and a co-worker like everyone else at the circus. I just don't think he's the man for the job.

*He takes a gulp of the cool liquid and stretches slightly, putting the glass mug down and chuckling*

Hey, I'd be happy to get in the canon, its perfectly safe. Though when you turn 40 doctors start warning you against being shot out of things with gunpowder. Besides I fear I lack the grace needed to catch a trapeze in mid air. Not as limber as I once was. Maybe with a little practise.

Maybe Anne will do it. The great flying woman, how does that sound?

*He takes a peanut from the bowl and tosses it into his mouth lazily, giving WD the side eye*

Suppose you’re right, Lettie. We all see the way Mr. Barnum looks at Carlyle.

*Narrows his eyes at Barnum’s words. Finishes his drink in one gulp and motions to the bartender for another*

Using my sister against me, Barnum? That’s low. I suppose, though, Anne would have the bravada for it. Besides, we wouldn’t expect you to manage. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, now, can you?

*His laughter is cut off by Barnum’s last remark. Scowls as he gulps from his new drink.*

I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about, that pink washed out long ago. Charles hasn’t had the chance to attempt to touch my head again, nor will he ever.

*She let's out a booming laugh and runs her fingers through her beard.*

If anyone of us is going grey, it's you. I think WD is right though, a bit of pink would suit you. Maybe it would distract from the crows feet you're trying to hide with that foundation.

*She bumps shoulders with Barnum playfully before casually reaching over to pluck WDs pocket watch from his coat to glance at the time, giving them a playful, teasing glance.*

Gettin' pretty late, boys. Don't you both need to get home before your mamas start worrying. It is a school night don't ya know.

*He waves his glass around theatrically as he speaks, perhaps a little quicker than usual.*

Anyway, that's not a bad idea, I think I'd look rather dashing with pink hair. Maybe red to match my coat.

*He grins as he knocks back another gulp and leans back in his seat. Subconciously moving to touch the slightly creased skin near his eyes before shooting Lettie a fond glare*

All stage performers wear a little make up for shows, stage lighting is cruel and we can't all afford to grow old gracefully. Just don't tell Phil, he'll never let me hear the end of it.

And don't the two of you keep challenging me or I really will get in that canon, don't think I won't. Respect your elders.

*He throws his scarf around his neck and moves his glass to his mouth to drain it one more time. Then giving Lettie a smug smile*

Oh? Are you going to tell on us?

I didn’t mean to ruffle any feathers, Mr. Barnum. Was only joking, after all.

*Pauses to consider the mental image of Barnum with dyed red hair... and shudders.*

Stick to the red coats, please. No need for matching red hair. Though... it would get rid of those grays, hmm? Perhaps a more flattering color... have you ever considered going blond?

Hmm. I don’t trust the little devil, but maybe Lettie could help your hairdo.

*Chuckles and slaps Barnum on the back as he stands. The alcohol rushes to his head, though, and he collapses back down in his chair, nearly knocking into Lettie as he comes back down. He’d evidently drank more than he realized.*

You're getting soft these days, can't quite hold it like you used to, eh?

Yeah I'm down for a walk, wouldn't leave you boys walking around town alone at night.

*Using her free hand she grabs Barnums hat and plops it on his head before heading out the door into the chilly night air. She shivers slightly and shuffles WD in the direction of the park, a little lightheaded herself.*

-So you're wrong, I didn't convince him otherwise. I subtly convinced him to convince himself. There's a difference. Can't get anywhere with the purebred lot if you try to force your ideas on them, gotta make them think that it's their idea, thats how you do it.

Anyway, I'll need some time to find a suitably sized one so he has plenty of time to come around to the idea.

*He takes another gulp of his drink and puts down the glass heavily, raising a cocky brow at WD across from him*

You... subtly convinced him... to convince... himself?

*Tries to wait for the words to sink in, but shakes his head. Scowls at his drink — he, too, is a few glasses in and clearly it’s starting to effect him*

*Jerks his head up at the mention of cannons and human cannonballs. Squints at Barnum.*

Me?

*Blinks. Laughs in disbelief.*

Uh-uh. Besides, I would never fit. You’re better off getting someone much smaller to try. Charles is an obvious choice. Or perhaps even Carlyle.

He'd never send Carlyle shooting out of a canon, he's too fond of him, ain't it obvious?

And you know Charles is scared of heights, he'd never agree.

*She gestures to the barman for another round, smug with the knowledge Barnum is paying tonight. Then gives the ringmaster a challenging kick under the table with a laugh*

No clue what you're talking about. Phil is just a friend and a co-worker like everyone else at the circus. I just don't think he's the man for the job.

*He takes a gulp of the cool liquid and stretches slightly, putting the glass mug down and chuckling*

Hey, I'd be happy to get in the canon, its perfectly safe. Though when you turn 40 doctors start warning you against being shot out of things with gunpowder. Besides I fear I lack the grace needed to catch a trapeze in mid air. Not as limber as I once was. Maybe with a little practise.

Maybe Anne will do it. The great flying woman, how does that sound?

*He takes a peanut from the bowl and tosses it into his mouth lazily, giving WD the side eye*

Suppose you’re right, Lettie. We all see the way Mr. Barnum looks at Carlyle.

*Narrows his eyes at Barnum’s words. Finishes his drink in one gulp and motions to the bartender for another*

Using my sister against me, Barnum? That’s low. I suppose, though, Anne would have the bravada for it. Besides, we wouldn’t expect you to manage. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, now, can you?

*His laughter is cut off by Barnum’s last remark. Scowls as he gulps from his new drink.*

I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about, that pink washed out long ago. Charles hasn’t had the chance to attempt to touch my head again, nor will he ever.

*She let's out a booming laugh and runs her fingers through her beard.*

If anyone of us is going grey, it's you. I think WD is right though, a bit of pink would suit you. Maybe it would distract from the crows feet you're trying to hide with that foundation.

*She bumps shoulders with Barnum playfully before casually reaching over to pluck WDs pocket watch from his coat to glance at the time, giving them a playful, teasing glance.*

Gettin' pretty late, boys. Don't you both need to get home before your mamas start worrying. It is a school night don't ya know.

-So you're wrong, I didn't convince him otherwise. I subtly convinced him to convince himself. There's a difference. Can't get anywhere with the purebred lot if you try to force your ideas on them, gotta make them think that it's their idea, thats how you do it.

Anyway, I'll need some time to find a suitably sized one so he has plenty of time to come around to the idea.

*He takes another gulp of his drink and puts down the glass heavily, raising a cocky brow at WD across from him*

You... subtly convinced him... to convince... himself?

*Tries to wait for the words to sink in, but shakes his head. Scowls at his drink — he, too, is a few glasses in and clearly it’s starting to effect him*

*Jerks his head up at the mention of cannons and human cannonballs. Squints at Barnum.*

Me?

*Blinks. Laughs in disbelief.*

Uh-uh. Besides, I would never fit. You’re better off getting someone much smaller to try. Charles is an obvious choice. Or perhaps even Carlyle.

He'd never send Carlyle shooting out of a canon, he's too fond of him, ain't it obvious?

And you know Charles is scared of heights, he'd never agree.

*She gestures to the barman for another round, smug with the knowledge Barnum is paying tonight. Then gives the ringmaster a challenging kick under the table with a laugh*

askbarnum

*Wrinkles his nose in distaste and defiantly drags over his seat to sit directly between Bennett and Lettie as if to deter them getting too close. Grouchily grabbing a jam tart to chew on since he can’t find grounds for an argument.*

Oh, Mr Bennett. Did you know we are going on tour next month? Our Circus train is nearly ready, so we will all be out of the state for weeks, perhaps months. Some of the acts might be staying up in our new Circus in Coney Island permanently, including our delightful Lettie. If course they’ll be missed but it is a lot more lively and exciting up there, an excellent place to start anew.

*Puts down his tea and reaches over to take back the kitten, gently lowering him onto his shoulder and stroking his velvet fur to relax*

Shame you have business here in the city and can’t come along.

———

askcarlyle 

*sputters into tea mid-sip and stares at Barnum as if he had just sprouted a second head*

Coney Island? The resort and amusement park we visited? That Coney Island? Were you planning on discussing this new acquisition with me at any point in the near future?

*dabs at the tea stains on the front of his shirt with a handkerchief in vain*

If you think for one second that I am moving to go and live in some tacky funfair that smells of children’s puke, you better damn well think again, Barnum.  Find someone else to be your main act over there, my home is here in New York.

*Stands from her seat and wanders from the room, returning moments later with a damp rag and kneeling down to scrub at Carlyle’s shirt*

That’s going to stain, this is green tea. Leave it out for me tonight, I’ll soak it in wine vinegar.

*As she stands up she uses the rag to gently dab Phillip’s chin too to remove a spot of jam, then returning to her seat, stroking one of Bennett’s ladies as she paces over to rub against her leg*

askbarnum

Hey, unlike the two of you I’m no pansy about half dead animals. Rather them dead on my desk than running around my feet. I would be very proud of him the first time he brought me one as a gift.

But fine have it your way, I’ll start him on tuna. Only because I like the current house keeper. She has rather a thing for you and it is wildly amusing to watch.

*Shoves another cookie in his mouth, narrowing his eyes a little at Bennett*

Is there something in the water today? Why are you handing out glowing reviews of my staff? Why is Lettie baking you cookies? These are her good cookies too.

My troupe doesn’t like you very much, Mr Bennett. I’m sure you’re aware as to why.

Don’t tell me you are getting a soft spot for-

*Pauses suddenly, snapping around to look at Phillip with questioning eyes, looking equal parts scandalized and confused puppy.*

What am I missing?

———

askcarlyle

*shakes head at Barnum and pulls Freyr off his shoulder to cuddle him protectively*

You really want to teach a kitten the size of a hamster to chase after vermin that grow large enough to challenge adult cats? Globe and BT are stouter than average tomcats and that’s the only reason they aren’t afraid of New York City rats. Smaller animals are liable to get severely injured. 

*glances nervously over at Bennett as Barnum starts to put things together*

I have absolutely no idea what you could be referring to. I don’t dislike Gordon at all as a person, professional differences aside. Quite the opposite, as you’ve noticed in the past. Perhaps Lettie just noticed he was good company after that one poker ni… you knew about that, didn’t you?

Anne told me to check on you boys to make sure there was no fighting, and I thought maybe your tea might be getting cold, so I brought a fresh pot.

Very kind of you Miss Lutz.  Thank you.

*Glances a little uneasily at his shoes before smiling at her*

Nope. No. Absolutely not.

Lettie is busy. She wants no part of this. She doesn’t like you Bennett.

*Puts his hands on the bearded lady’s shoulders to direct her towards the door*

*runs off immediately and returns a minute later with a wooden chair and seat cushion, which are placed equidistant between Barnum and Bennett*

Please, make yourself comfortable. We were just singing your praises – the cookies were wonderful and these tarts look even more so. You’ve outdone yourself. 

*pauses to refresh everybody’s cups, intentionally not looking Barnum or Bennett in the eye before sitting back down on his hay bale and grabbing a couple of jam tarts*

I don’t think the Bennett cats have had a chance to meet your feline companion yet. Would you care to provide them with an introduction? 

*Clears her throat awkwardly as she is lead over to a chair, taking a seat modestly and playing with the hem of her dress.*

Oh I.. I don't know. I don't want to intrude.

*Stares at her feet at Phillip hands her a cup of tea, embaressed at her outburst and not sure she should be here*

Oh she's not mine, she's a stray that hangs around on the roof of my caravan. She likes to follow me when there's baked goods around. I've named her Bandit, you'll find out why if you don't eat those quick.

*Sips on her tea, glancing at Bennet through her lashes*

askbarnum

Hey, unlike the two of you I’m no pansy about half dead animals. Rather them dead on my desk than running around my feet. I would be very proud of him the first time he brought me one as a gift.

But fine have it your way, I’ll start him on tuna. Only because I like the current house keeper. She has rather a thing for you and it is wildly amusing to watch.

*Shoves another cookie in his mouth, narrowing his eyes a little at Bennett*

Is there something in the water today? Why are you handing out glowing reviews of my staff? Why is Lettie baking you cookies? These are her good cookies too.

My troupe doesn’t like you very much, Mr Bennett. I’m sure you’re aware as to why.

Don’t tell me you are getting a soft spot for-

*Pauses suddenly, snapping around to look at Phillip with questioning eyes, looking equal parts scandalized and confused puppy.*

What am I missing?

———

askcarlyle

*shakes head at Barnum and pulls Freyr off his shoulder to cuddle him protectively*

You really want to teach a kitten the size of a hamster to chase after vermin that grow large enough to challenge adult cats? Globe and BT are stouter than average tomcats and that’s the only reason they aren’t afraid of New York City rats. Smaller animals are liable to get severely injured. 

*glances nervously over at Bennett as Barnum starts to put things together*

I have absolutely no idea what you could be referring to. I don’t dislike Gordon at all as a person, professional differences aside. Quite the opposite, as you’ve noticed in the past. Perhaps Lettie just noticed he was good company after that one poker ni… you knew about that, didn’t you?

Anne told me to check on you boys to make sure there was no fighting, and I thought maybe your tea might be getting cold, so I brought a fresh pot.

*Slams down and pushes her cards forwards proudly. A king of hearts, a queen of hearts, an ace of hearts, a seven if hearts and a four of hearts*

Read ‘em and weep, boys.

*sits back smugly, casting Bennett a side glance and a smile*

You know, I wouldnt mind seeing a bit of ankle…

askcarlyle

*shakes head in amusement and lifts flask in salute to Lettie before taking a swig*

How did I know that would happen? A flush for Miss Lutz.  Mistress Fortune never seems to leave her side.  

*glances over to Bennett with just the slightest twinge of a smirk* 

Well, had I been a gambling man enough to have put money on the winner of this game, I would certainly have placed it on Miss Lutz.

*Withdraws a flask from a holder kept on his calf, accidentally and incidentally revealing a small flash of ankle as he does so, and joins Carlyle in the salute.*

Needless to say, my hand doesn’t come close.

*Places his cards on the table, revealing an ace, seven and five of spades, and an ace and ten of diamonds, glancing over at Charles.*

No way he can beat that. No. Way.

I knew I should have eaten those peanuts.

*tosses his hand on the table, the best he’s got is a pair of Queens.“

It’s not the worst hand I’ve ever had…

*nods to Bennett and his flask*

*She pulls over her winnings proudly, then flaps her fan to hide her gently flustered cheeks*

Good game though, deal us out for round two, Carlyle.

*Behind her fan, presses a piece of candy to her lips to leave an imprint of her lipstick, then teasingly leans over the table to drop it in Bennett’s breast pocket*

I thought, according to Bennett over there, all our group activities and even the bare minimum of our existence is profligate anyway. At least some money wagers would add a little spice. *Pushes over two animal crackers and a piece of candy, raising an eyebrow at Phillip with a challenging look before loosing composure to crack down laughing at WD* Now that’s something I’d pay to see. Think we could get him in drag and riding an elephant? I think he would make a marvelous pantomime dame, don’t you?

askcarlyle

*eyes the growing pile of wagers apprehensively, one hand hesitating over his own stack of peanuts*

Bold move, Lettie. Almost as bold as that suggestion, though I’m not sure the world is ready for an eyeful of Gordon’s bare ankles. 

*takes another look at the center pot, then lays his cards face down on the table with a sigh*

Alas, I cannot contend with such audacity. Especially with this hand. I fold.

*shoots Bennett an irritated side glance*

Next person to make a comment about my exemplary bluffing skills gets fined three peanuts.

I assure you, Mr. Carlyle, the world is not.

*Matches the current wager without hesitation, carefully counting it out in peanuts now that cat treats are forbidden*

I fold.

*raises an eyebrow at Charles, then looks at the remaining players*

I only ask that one of you is able to keep this one away from the winnings. He’s already got an ego much too big for such a tiny form.

Well, now. Can’t really fold after that now can I? Shall I take the pot now or let you all continue believing you have a chance for a while yet?

Read 'em and weep, boys.

*sits back smugly, casting Bennett a side glance and a smile*

*Slides over three cards smugly, tapping her foot impatiently waiting for the others as they exchange* We should try playing this with real cash some time, mama needs some new shoes.

Send my regards to Barnum, I’ll send you home with some of my homemade tea. It’s good for stomach aches.

Aww don’t lock poor BT in there, he’s our good luck charm.

askcarlyle

*discards three cards and draws replacements, shoulders slumping just a fraction while rearranging his hand*

Are you suggesting, Miss Lutz, that we corrupt this morally acceptable and socially edifying group activity by introducing the illegal and profligate element of… gambling? You must have quite the taste for the precarious, if working at a circus isn’t enough risk for you. 

*glances over at the office for a moment as if considering its occupants*

I’m sure PT would greatly appreciate that tea, thank you. Until then, I’m sure he will find some comfort in employing BT as a furry hot water bottle. I’m sure they’re getting along just fine in there. 

*eyes the door again, then shakes head*

I don’t eat the cat treats myself.  But one should always be prepared, and I accordingly have a plentiful supply on my person at all times.

*Nods politely to Carlyle before musing over his cards, adjusting his monocle and shifting the position of one*

What an interesting headline that would make.  ‘Behind the curtain: circus a front for gambling operation’.  I could sell that…

*Casually places two more peanuts, carefully handled with his handkerchief, in the centre of the table pointedly not making eye contact with Carlyle*

I only hope whatever has Barnum down isn’t contagious. Do you realize how terrible it’d be to work the Lyra or walk a tightrope with a stomach bug?

*shudders and takes a sip from his drink. Eyes flick down to his cards, managing to keep a fairly decent poker face.*

Although, perhaps if we all come down with something, we could hire Bennett to act for us. A show pony, if you will.

Now that is an idea I can get behind. It’s about time Bennett here got some real insight into what we do. Can you imagine the headline? Oh man…