SERIES: Do You Like Boots?
(AKA: Box 18)
PART: 4 of 6
RATING: NC-17 (Explicit
Heterosexual Sexual Activity, Pos. kink, Adult thematic material, language,
adult content)
PAIRING(s): S/C; incidental L/L and F/E
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CATEGORY: Romance, Drama
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SETTING IN TIMELINE: Post-Show canon; takes place in 1978, when
everyone is roughly forty.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Carmine and Shirley try to pick up the pieces
of their failed romantic lives by returning to what they know best...
NOTES: Short bridging chapter to a very long one. We need some S/C in this house...
***
“My baby has a booboo can you button up his bottle?”
“My boob has a b…”
“NO!”
Carmine winced at Harlette’s intense
correction, shrinking behind his podium.
“Look, I ain’t Eliza Doolittle, so hold off
with orders!”
Harlette grunted, pacing the floor.
“All right – break time.”
Carmine sat down on the old sofa, grunting in quiet relief. It was so nice to be sitting after four hours
of commercial shoots that united the hell of roller-skating and the goofiness
of singing at the same second. He
swigged a glass of water. “We’ve gotta get going,” Carmine muttered.
“Have you got an audition?”
Carmine heaved a deep sigh.
“I saw something in Variety this morning. They’re holding open casting calls for the
new Sondheim musical in three weeks…”
Harlette choked. “The New Sondheim? INTO THE WOODS?” He
turned white. “You’re asking for a
miracle from me, Ragusa.”
“I’ve gotta go for it,” he
insisted. “It’s my shot at making it back – all the way
back.”
Harlette breathed deeply. “Trying
never killed a person.”
“No it hasn’t.”
Harlette sighed again. “Okay,
from the top – rubber baby buggy bumpers…”
****
Shirley’s lips grazed gently over his chest. “Penny for your thoughts.”
Carmine grinned. “They’re
all dirty.”
She smirked. “A dollar
for ‘em, then…”
He chuckled. “There’s a
new Sondheim Musical that’s holding auditions in the Village two weeks from
today.”
She squealed. “Oh,
Carmine, you have to go!”
“I’m planning on it – if Harlette can
fix me and Joe can get me through the door.”
“They will! You just have
to believe!”
Carmine laughed – good ol’ high-hopes
Shirley Feeney! “I’ve gotta thank you for hooking me up with him, by the
way.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I never asked you how the two of you got together…”
She froze. “That’s a long
story.”
“I’d be happy to hear it.”
She sighed, then began…