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Not as bad?! I blubbered all over my boss and then hit him, for God's sake, directly after pitching him the unfunniest skit ever.
Spoilers: Nevada Day II
Rating: PG
Characters: Suzanne, Lucy
Dislaimer: Sorkin, Schlamme, not me
Notes: Bex is evil. That is all. (ok, not all, but… you know. ;)) Oh, and Rebecca? Was sweet enough to give this a quick read through before I posted.
"Hey, are you ok?" Dylan called out, as Lucy came careening past him down the stairs. "You look like –"
"I'm fine," she snapped, hurrying past him.
"Ok, but…"
She ignored him and kept on going, whizzing past a startled Suzanne in her hurry to get somewhere a little more private.
"Oh my God, you're crying. What happened? Did they not like the idea? I should have kept my mouth shut."
"He liked the sketch fine. Better than fine. Fantastic. Loved it!" she snapped as she swiped angrily at the tears in her eyes.
"Seriously, what happened? Why are you crying?" Suzanne asked, worried.
"I am not crying! I'm English and the English do not cry!" she exclaimed as she slammed into the first available dressing room and collapsed in a heap on the couch.
Suzanne followed, holding the ever-present clipboard against her as a shield. She stood silently next to the couch, moving only to pass Lucy and tissue now and again as she continued sobbing into a pillow.
"What was I thinking?" she asked between sniffling. "I knew what he was like and I dated him anyhow, and now I'm crying all over my boss –" She stopped suddenly and stared up at Suzanne. "Oh my god. I cried all over my boss. I am so embarrassed." She buried her face in the pillow again, her tears starting anew.
Suzanne shrugged and sank down on the couch next to her, awkwardly patting her shoulder. "Maybe it's not as bad as you think."
"Not as bad?! I blubbered all over my boss and then hit him, for God's sake, directly after pitching him the unfunniest skit ever. And then I let my other boss… all in front of the guy I'm supposed to be mentoring and…I'm never going to live this down. Never."
"Ok, that does sound bad. But it could've been worse. You could have had the entire cast witness it. Or your work-place crush. Or worse, Carl could write a tell-all book about what happened between you two," Suzanne suggested.
Shocked, Lucy raised her head and stared at the other woman for several long seconds before bursting out into laughter. "That's so not funny and yet…"
"I managed to make you laugh," Suzanne finished, smiling indulgently at her.
"Yes, you did." She swiped at the last bit of wetness clinging to her cheeks. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Since I saw Danny upstairs, I can only assume that everyone's back now?" Lucy asked.
Suzanne nodded. "Yeah, they arrived a few minutes before you came hurtling downstairs."
"Ok. I guess it's time to get to work then."
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure. The show must go on, right?" She grinned before standing up and helping Suzanne to her feet. "Eat 'em up, Suzanne."
"Eat 'em up, Lucy."
And, laughing, both women got back to work.
~End~
Posted by Cassie on 01:46 PM