Uh, well, I’m already thousands of miles from home with no clue how I got here so…I guess it’d be okay.
Debbie can I hug you oh my God you’re so young you’re younger than me oh gosh you’re so cuuuute
Well, we’d have to clean the burnt plastic and whatnot from me oven…
imdebbieharry replied to your post: “I am a dancer for Cabaret, I made it yes!”
Does that mean you don’t work at Max’s anymore?
“No, I still have to work at Max’s. Broadway dancers aren’t paid a lot, and it’s good to work at both so I can save up to get myself a place.”
Don’t be confused, darling. I must have mixed you up with some other peroxide blonde. It’s so easy these days. I need another drink. *drains glass, grazes fingers over Mick’s shoulder, remains aloof to angry glares from Bianca*
Debbie, I have to go somewhere tomorrow to get something taken care of. I know I asked you yesterday, but could you watch James for a few hours. I’d ask Sid, but he won’t talk to me. Plus, he may not let me take the baby back if I let him watch him.