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Hookers, bums and musical numbers combine to make the love story of the 19th century!

"I didn't know this movie was about, uh, that," Lucas insisted to Pam as they entered the theater.

[OOC: It's Moulin Rouge!]

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Pam bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "What, musical numbers?"

"Yes," Lucas replied smoothly. "If I'd known there were musical numbers involved, I would have...done something. It would have been a powerful statement against musical numbers and stuff."

"But think of all the poor, unemployed tapdancers," Pam said woefully.

"They could be retrained to work as much-needed food and beverage attendants at amusement parks worldwide. It's a booming industry. Where do you want to sit?"

Pam considered the theater thoughtfully. "There?" she suggested, pointing to some seats in the back center. "It's the best view, even if you're furthest from the screen. It's been statistically proven."

No, it hadn't.

He headed there. "Well I have perfect eyesight, so the distance isn't a problem. Now if I had to wear those big coke-bottle glasses, we'd be in trouble."

"But then you'd be able to see as long as you didn't take them off. So you would just have to not have any epiphanies that'd make you whip them off dramatically."

"And use a British accent and say 'hmm, interesting'. I think that'd ruin the movie anyway and we wouldn't want to belittle the work of the tapdancers."

"It'd definitely make for a different viewing experience. I kind of have a feeling that it'd be hard to belittle the tapdancers' work, though, and we'll probably find a way to do it anyway."

"We're partners in crime. When we put our minds together, we can accomplish anything. Speaking of, the program's done. I think we should get it going some time during the week when everything's open and people are busy with their own stuff."

Pam beamed. "It's done already? Wow. Color me impressed. But, um, that sounds good! Do it sometime when everyone's distracted."

"He'll annoy them more if they're distracted by more important things, which makes it more fun for us," he grinned.

"He annoys people anyway," she pointed out. "Ooh. Any chance we could get it started on Monday? That's when class is."

"Definitely. It's ready to go. We can deliver it tomorrow and get him to pick it up."

"Yay," Pam said happily. "Thanks. For doing this, I mean. Seriously, it wouldn't be nearly as cool without you."

Was that Lucas blushing? Was it? Yes it was. But the lights were dim enough that it was hard to tell. "It's been fun. Not just the random revenge on a teacher I barely know, although this wouldn't be the first time, but I've gotten to talk to you and know you a little better. Which I could maybe admit was my ulterior motive."

And look, Pam was blushing too. Not that anyone could tell. Probably. Hopefully. "Really? 'Cause yeah, I have to admit that the appeal of the semi-elaborate revenge scheme might not have been my, um, entire reason for wanting to spend time with you."

Wow, her hands were really interesting tonight.

The blushing was easy enough to hide in this lack of light, but the grin was hard to mask. "Well," Lucas finally said. "I'm glad we got the sneaky deception."

"Yeah," Pam agreed, grinning like the wee little dork she was and abandoning her study of her hands for just a quick, shy second. "Me too."

The lights went down further and the screen lit up. "I hope the tap dancing isn't too overwhelming," he whispered.

"We're tough people. We can take it," Pam whispered back. It's possibly she scooted a tiny bit closer.

"If there's singing and juggling while tap dancing, I might reach my limit, but we can always go for ice cream if it gets too much." It's possible that Lucas noticed, since he made a point of looking at the screen while he slid his hand over to try to bump against hers.

"Ice cream is good. Generally speaking, there probably wouldn't be tapdancing or juggling there, so we'd be safe."

It's possible that Pam, despite staring at the screen so she wouldn't die of blushing, lifted a finger to shyly brush against his.

Lucas held his breath and moved his hand to try to hold Pam's.

Pam was blushing the entire time, and bit her lip nervously as she let Lucas take her hand and tentatively tried to thread her fingers through his.

He squeezed her hand gently and settled in to not really watch the movie at all, since he kept glancing sidewards at her.

Pam probably couldn't have told you what the movie was really about, beyond the hookers and musical numbers, really. She was too busy being nervous and darting glances over at Lucas. Totally covertly, though. Really.

"I have to confess something," he whispered at some stage during the movie.

"You secretly like the dancing?" she whispered back, looking over and actually not looking away immediately.

"I was hoping to save that one for the second date," he replied. "But this time? I'm not really paying attention to the movie."

Pam blushed even darker, and really, it may have even been visible considering the darkness. "Me neither."

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