Pen's Nest

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"This is a bad idea," Chris repeats, this time adding a scowl for emphasis, because seriously, this is a terrible idea. Of course, this is also Lance . Lance who's had years of embracing bad ideas. Chris may as well be talking to the collection of fire extinguishers in the corner. Not that he wants to look at them, because one he can understand. But ten?

Lance grins, looking far too cheery for someone who's about to confront imminent death. "Where's your sense of adventure? I know you're pushing forty and all but...."

Chris crosses his arms, and looks at Lance. "Nice try, but you're not distracting me that easily. Fire, Lance. Blazing, skin charring fire. That's not even on the ground."

"We'll be all of twelve foot in the air," Lance says. "You used to be higher than that every night for months at a time."

"I also wore my hair in braids, had a collection of heart-adorned plushies and a tendency to wear neon bedazzled clothes. You don't see me wanting to revisit those again either."

Grin widening, Lance looks at Chris. "Your outfit is kind of neon right now."

"It;'s also made of lycra, which chafes may I point out." Voice rising in pitch and volume, Chris pulls at his bow tie. "I look like a sausage. One that's gone mouldy."

"Like you haven't worn worse," Lance says, and he tugs at his own outfit until his tights are winkle free. "Come on, it's nearly time to go on."

Applause breaks out and Chris can hear the judges give their scores. He's got seconds before they have to go on, plenty of time to make an escape.

At the curtains that lead to the circus ring, Lance looks back, says. "It's for Joey."

Chris sighs and joins him. Like he was ever not going to perform.