The Boards, Thursday

[furnaceface]

Lord, it had been far too long since Jono had been in here in any official capacity. Trying to plan for failed weddings didn't count. Neither did weird weekends where he wasn't entirely himself. He'd stopped by to do paperwork now and again while Dracula was doing all the heavy lifting, but now Dracula had been back home for some time, and here was the Boards, just... standing. Being a building. And Jono knew damn well that his reasons for leaving the place behind were understandable, back in the day. That you don't just lose a face and the ability to sing under a spotlight twice in your life and take that sort of thing lightly. But it had been years. Maybe it was time to give it another go.

Today, he wasn't in to try to salvage whatever was left after the last party that wasn't a wedding. He was here trying to salvage... lord, even he didn't know for sure. But he'd spent some time in his office, had done some cleaning, had relegated a few of his old overcoats to the costume room since they were never going to fit him again, and then took a chair and a stack of scripts outside and started flipping through them, deciding that if he was going to be here again, he might as well enjoy some of the sun today, too.

... When did they even get the script for the new Barry Plodder play? Jono set that one aside and shook his head. The royalties on that one would be obscene. What was in public domain that was good?

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[rebelseekspizza]

"A lot," Dante allowed.

Though he could think of about twenty other things he could do when he was bored, too.

[furnaceface]

Jono considered that for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders.

//There's beer and pizza in it for you and anybody who wants to keep you company if you get bored enough once I figure out what lighting I might need.//

Coming from a mouthless man, Dante, you were basically being offered gold.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante tilted his head.

"Deal," he said, after a moment. Look, it was free pizza. He wasn't going to say no to free shit. "As long as you're good for it."

[furnaceface]

//I'll even let you name the brand of beer, if you're worried about that sort of thing,// Jono said with a shrug. //Can place the order before you get started, if you're worried about me backing out.//

He owned two businesses and had two off and on teaching jobs besides, not to mention the money he'd been paid while in Glacia, and his severance package from the New Warriors. This was very literally just lunch money, and Jono didn't even eat lunch.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nah, it's all good," said Dante, who was not exactly known for his discriminatory practices in pursuit of a good time. "Cool."

[furnaceface]

//Cool,// Jono agreed, because he was not too old to use that word, dammit. //Well, then once I know if I'm even going to be putting on a play, I'll let you know. And then... pizza.//

God, he missed pizza.