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Gotham Surviving the Pandemic 2021

Part 2a

Summary: Trouble is never far away!

Roman felt fantastic, his club was buzzing again. He reached over to your hand and squeezed it.

You smiled looking over at him.

“I’m going around to say hello.” He stood, buttoning his suit jacket as he did. He turned to you. “Would you like anything?”

You went over to him and kissed his cheek. “Maybe one more drink?”

“I should have had that for my send off always.” You beamed and he smiled. “Certainly, love.”

Reaching into his pocket, he took out and then slipped his mask back onto place. One of the girls came over as if on a spring. It pleased him to see how attentive she was.

“Mr. Sionis?”

He smiled. “Not me, Y/N would like something though.”

He met your eyes. You shared a look and with a nod he went around the ocean that was his club, where he was the great white shark making sure territory was secured.

You gave him a warm smile before giving your attention to the girl. Your delicate fingers moving in your hair as you spoke.

He was soon making his way around. It was nice to not have to plaster a smile on his face. Though despite the mask covering his face as he made small talk which sometimes ran a little long, he would still smile. There was a part of him that was genuinely pleased to be open and that these people had chosen his club to go to.

Catching a shadow, he disappeared into its darkness to catch his breath. He wasn’t nervous but he was on edge. Another drink called his name, but he could not afford to. He had to be alert and not relax, he was not used to this anymore.

To feel better, he glanced over at you. He had always enjoyed watching you. Your eyes moved through the people. Were you looking for him, he wondered. Were you more at ease because of his promise. Sometimes he wished he knew what bounced around in your head. He was able to breathe again.

“Boss?” Victor’s raspy voice broke into his thoughts.

He stiffened and turned on his heel. “Yes?”

“Some men are demanding dances.”

“Seriously?” He rolled his eyes. “Where the fuck are they?”

“VIP lounge.” He exhaled harshly.

Storming out of the shadows he made his way quickly over to the lounge. It was the one place in his club where if you got tested you would not have to wear a mask. He knew he’d regret opening that up so quickly. Gritting his teeth he was fuming, they wanted a fucking dance the first night he’s open.

He practically tore open the door. “Who’s the one asking for a dance?” He growled.

The small group of men withered in their seats. He knew them. He wasn’t really surprised. They were low-level enforcers from Falcone’s and Two-Face’s crew. He tore off his mask.

“Seriously, you come to my club and start causing fucking trouble because we’re not offering private dances?” He snarled.

They shrank where they sat.

“Since none of you are fucking talking, get the fuck out.”

He smirked when he saw one begin to puff up. Roman walked right up to him. “Don’t even fucking think about it. This is my territory you are fucking in.”

Some grumbling angry looks were slid his way. But they all began to leave. He rubbed his temple. “What assholes.” He whispered to himself.

“You are my hero. They scared me, sir.”

He barely heard the squeaky voice or bracelets jingling as two arms wrapped around him. A sharp sweet perfume flooded his nose.

Jolting back to the situation, he turned his head, raising an eyebrow. She dropped her arms.

“Tell Victor to give you two hundred and go home, and get tested in the morning.”

She shrugged. “Thank you.” She squealed. “Thank you, Mr. Sionis.” She fluttered away.

Victor walked up a few moments later.

“Victor, tell me all the girls got tested.”

“All the girls got tested.”

Roman slid him a look.

“Yes, they got tested.” He scratched the back of his head. “I took their temperatures before they came in.”

“They were all legitimate?”

“Yes, cost a pretty penny but yeah. I made sure.”

“Good. Give Stacey two hundred dollars. Make sure she gets the test in the morning.”

“Sure.”

******

He looked into the club. He watched as you shifted where you sat, you were so lovely there at his table. He went to the elevator. He needed to clean. Stripping down so he was completely nude, he shoved it all down to the incinerator.

Turning the knobs to full, he let the scalding water rain down on him. He winced but he needed to be clean. He grabbed the soap and lathered up. Then poured shampoo into his hand and washed his hair. Finally when he felt like he could breathe, he lessened the heat. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his hips.

Once in his closet, he dropped the towel and grabbed a shirt and a pair of pajama pants. After pulling them on he felt a little better, though the anger of those thugs acting like they did and that dancer made his heart beat in anger.

Going to his private bar he poured himself two fingers of whiskey. He quickly downed it and with a clink of the glass, he poured himself another.

“Roman! What happened?”

He turned to look towards you, your

heels clicked as you ran the short distance over to him. The sound of your voice and scent of your perfume continued to help calm him.

Seeing the anguish in your eyes, he pulled back and threw his glass across the room. It shattered.

“Roman?” You didn’t flinch. “Talk to me.”

“Some low-level enforcers were making trouble for one of the dancers. I threw them the fuck out but then the dancer in question hugged me.”

You didn’t step back. It made his throat tighten as a new wave of emotions washed over him.

******

You slipped out of your fancy dress and heels, now you were comfortable in one of your silken robes that hung loose.

“Allow me.” You smiled meeting Roman’s eyes in the mirror.

You wiggled where you sat. “Please.”

He smoothed his hands over your bare shoulders and to your throat. A deep pleased sound came from you.

“Allow me.” You gathered your hair and let him unclasp your necklace. He placed it on your vanity.

You reached back and held him close. “You did good tonight.”

He grimaced. “I did realize where before I had zero patience, now it’s less than that. Turning, you kissed his cheek.

“We’re in a new world.”

He rested his forehead against yours.

“We’ll get through this, just like we did the lockdown. But let’s not throw too many glasses, ok?”

He chuckled. “We’ll see.”

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KING LEAR Brockley Jack theatre 19-30 March 2019 “Some fabulous and some flawed acting in this respectable production” ★★★.5 As a property-owning parent I would advise everyone with offspring to see King Lear at least once, as it takes the bank of mum and dad – in this case only dad – to a completely new level. Lear is my favourite Shakespeare play. I’ve seen it over 20 times, including with Warren Mitchell and Sir Ian McKellen in the title role and twice in Japanese (yes, really). Then there’s Edward Bond’s Lear. I could go on ... This production at the Brockley Jack theatre is the debut show from Yard Players. All productions of Lear require a great deal of emotional and physical strength from its cast, and this version (mostly) stepped up to the mark. Alan Booty was excellent as Lear; in fact he was up there amongst the greats, which is no mean feat. Small pub theatres like Brockley Jack can be unforgiving because the intimate nature of the setting means that there’s nowhere for bad acting to hide. Every word, groan, tear, cry and gesture was expertly performed. He really did deliver a flawless performance. Other stand outs were Christopher Poke as Gloucester. Again, the stark staging magnified the relationship between his character portrayal and the audience. His handling of the blinding scene amongst others was expertly pitched. The third actor deserving of high praise was Pete Picton as Kent. I don’t know what it was about the older men in this production, but their maturity and experience truly contributed to the most memorable parts of the performance. However, this is where my opinion of the evening’s merits divides. Zara Banks as Goneril and Fleur de Wit as Regan played their roles acceptably, as did Daniel McCaully as Edgar. I suppose they felt like support characters for Lear, Gloucester and Kent with little to make them stand out in their own right. Unfortunately the husbands Albany (Benjamin May) and Cornwall (David Sayers) were the weakest members of the pack (in my opinion). Evangeline Beaven’s Ada, was well-performed, if a little hurried. However, this is where I feel that the direction – though brave in parts, really began to unravel. Why was Edmund played as a woman? That’s a somewhat rhetorical question, as it enabled the introduction of a saphic triangle between Goneril, Regan and Ada. However, it felt like an unnecessary move towards a modern day twist rather than a heart-felt or even power-based struggle between the two older sisters over a younger prize. Then there’s the Fool/Cordelia dichotomy. Personally, I don’t believe Shakespeare wrote the Fool to be doubled with Cordelia. The themes of madness ensure that the term fool and name Fool are interspersed throughout the play’s dialogue, in the same way as legitimacy and bastardy and unfortunate parenting are. I liked Jessica Kinsey as Cordelia but not as the Fool, as I felt her Chaplinesque movements to be annoying and unnecessary. Nevertheless, a highly original and inventive direction that did work was the use of the back wall as a blackboard with the locations of scenes scrawled across it by chalk, often by the Fool. This device also linked the families of Gloucester and Albany with that of pubs and pub names; a quirky touch that I’d like to have seen played out across the entire staging. So, would I recommend it as a piece of theatre? Yes, definitely. It was very accessible and by no means one of the worst Lears I’ve ever seen. But was it a memorable evening? Sadly, probably not. However, Brockley Jack is a decent venue with helpful and amenable front of house and bar staff, and the quaint but roomy theatre is on the ground floor (shame the ladies toilets isn’t). I’m looking forward to the next time I see a play here – and if it’s a Yard Players production I’m definitely up for giving it another go. Photography by Yard Players KING LEAR Written by William Shakespeare Director/designer/sound/fights – James Eley Assistant director – Ocean Barrington-Cook Lighting – Paul Lennox Stage manager/light operator – Keira Spray ASM/sound operator – Eleanor Strutt www.brockleyjack.co.uk Reviewer Deborah Jeffries is a PhD Researcher at the University of East London and Rose Bruford College. Her thesis is entitled ‘Legitimising the Victorian Music Hall’, and it contests the notion of legitimate versus illegitimate theatre. It also investigates theatre architecture, purpose and licensing. She has worked for Hoxton Hall and Wilton’s - two of the UK’s four operational Victorian music halls, as well as the more modern incarnation, Brick Lane Music Hall. Her MA in Drama from Goldsmiths explores the difference between music hall and variety theatre, and the place of each genre in modern popular culture. She has reviewed music and theatre across the UK for over 30 years.

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