Yeah yeah yeah. Okay. Times Square. It was sooo fucking cool. Everyone loved the shit out of Times Square. Who cared? You’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it a thousand times. He visited plenty when he was little. Why would he go back? So he could get pushed around and listen to cars honk? He could do that anywhere. So... He usually tried to avoid it when he can, unless he had a reliable guide.

But sometimes. Sometimes, you live on one side of Times Square. And sometimes, your route to go to a meeting is through Times Square. And sometimes, you take a bus there and everything goes fine, but then you take the bus back the other way once the meeting is over to get home, nd you ask the bus driver to help you by telling you when you get to your stop, since you can’t see. And sometimes the bus driver fucking betray you, and tells you to get off too early, and you foolishly trust him. And then you realize your lost. And then you do a Google maps search and realize that in order to get home, you have to go through Times Square.

 And sometimes, you’re a fucking idiot, and you say to yourself, hey. I can do this. And then you try, and no, o you can’t do this, and you get through one lane of traffic and almost get knocked over eight times and then you’re turned around and there’s a million voices and noises and your head hurts and people keep asking you for money and you don’t even know which way you’re supposed to go anymore and you’re overwhelmed, so you find a lamp post and you hug it. And you call your husband and he doesn’t pick up because he’s probably at work. And you’d rather die than call your parents or your brother.

 Yeah. I mean. Sometimes that kind of stuff happens. And you fume.

 The first night of the Nutcracker had actually gone really well. Or, at least, Calamus thought so. He had been so nervous... And he had practiced the dance over and over and over and over. He wanted everything to be absolutely perfect. 

 And... I mean, he did it. Well. He wasn’t sure if it was entirely perfect, but he did all the steps, and he stayed on beat, and he was so fucking proud of himself. He was grinning the entire night, enthusing over everything and everyone. He congratulated every person he saw, enthusiastically listening and following along backstage.

 The second night, things had not gone quite as well. 

 I mean. It certainly hadn’t gone horribly. For the most part, he had done everything correctly, and the audience probably didn’t notice at all. But he had gotten... One step wrong. One step had been wonky and then he hesitated a second before going back into it. And he had done the rest of the dance correctly, but he was still mortified. When he got back offstage, he was not all sunshiney and excited like he was yesterday. Rather, he was red-faced and sort of shakey, looking around nervously until he spotted Alex.

Priscilla stood in front of Victoria’s Secret and looked at her phone. She was waiting for Estelle to respond to her question of a late night meet up but she wasn’t answering. She felt a sadness flood her chest. She knew it was silly. Estelle was in love with her work, not with her. Not that she was in love, more like... in like, crushing. Whatever. The sex was good and like, she felt like Estelle accepted her but maybe that wasn’t true. She didn’t know for sure.

Today had already been a crazy day though. She met her future wife and well, while she was pretty and nice, Priscilla didn’t really feel a connection. Maybe it would grow or maybe she’d just... do her best to make the best of it.

She was glad that she could take this girl Alex out to shop though. She always liked initiating blushing virgins, or at least seemingly virgins, into the fine art that was sensuality. She may not be elegant nor into lingerie for herself, she knew what worked and didn’t work on girls. She could help her for sure.

She spotted the gorgeous woman walking towards her and she once again cursed this damned law. There were too many gorgeous women around to be caged and commit to only one. That was just... unfair. She waved at Alex and put her phone away. “Hey there!”

Bekket: Hey

Calamus: Alex! Alex!

Calamus: Alex alex alex alex!