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Grease-ssassins Part TwoByck was humming tunelessly along to the horrible music as he adjusted one of the old lights. Booth had given up searching for him these days –the maladjusted Santa Claus was invariably in one of two places: the tech booth or the catwalks. Leaning against the railing, Booth stared down at the stage below.
"Charlie my love, Charlie my love, Charlie my luh-uve!" Squeaky skipped on stage, wearing a horrible sort of pyjama set, and earning a nasty look from Hinkly for her singing.
"It's meant to be 'Freddie.'" He muttered at her. "You're getting the words wrong."
"But I asked the Proprieter and he said it would be okay, because Charlie is so wonderful and I love him!" She beamed at Hinkly, her entire face lighting up at the thought of her sociopathic boyfriend. "After all, he's not a real charecter in this show."
"When she's wearing a low cut shirt, you can see right down it." Booth jumped at the words, then shot Byck a dirty look. The techie was leaning on the railing beside him, having s
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Booth leaned darkly against the wall, glowering at the rest of the Assassins. (as the ragtag group had named themselves.) Squeeky and Hinkley were talking rapidly about their loves while a muttering Oswald and a bored Moore hovered nearby. Guiteau was chasing Czolgosz, loudly singing some nonsense or another, while Zangara stood watching and laughing. That left only Byck unacconted for --a quick scan of the theatre revealed him to be up on the catwalks fiddling with a light.
"Alright!" Booth bellowed, causing the group to fall silent. "Byck, get down here, the rest of you...just shut up." He cast a warning glare at Guiteau, who had opened his mouth and sighed as Czolgosz elbowed the groups eternal optimist in the ribs.
"We're outta booze again." Byck leaned his arm on Booth's shoulder, causing the inadvertent leader to shake him off.
"I don't care, Sam. We've got bigger problems."
"Aye, that you do." The Proprieter had walked through the wide entryway and was leeri
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