Already at the dressing rooms…

Allan: Ahh… Well, at least I got rid of that obnoxious wig and beard, they both were making me itch too much.

Leilani: Oh, no Al, where’s your wig and makeup? All the press is here to take some pics of you.
Allan: To hell with the press, I’m too tired to cater to them.
Leilani: Tired? I thought you were heading out to party.

Allan: Party’s been called off. Now if you don’t mind, I need a moment alone.

Allan: Good, finally some quiet and privacy. “Heading out to party”. Yeah, right. They don’t party here like they used to. Not a single bottle in this whole dressing room since the ‘booze police’ took over.

Allan: No problem. Thankfully, I’m a cautious man, I made sure to keep some of that other stuff in my secret stash within this dresser.

Allan: Oh, yeah, much better… Not as strong as I expected, but it’s at least mild enough so nobody will notice; and it’ll be just this once. Starting tomorrow, I’m clean again!

Allan: Forgive me Zoe, forgive me everyone. I’ve had an awful day, an awful month, actually. This is the only thing that calms me, besides alcohol, but you can’t get a drink around here, so…

Allan: Wow, this really is working. I’d forgotten how good it feels. And it wasn’t even that much, really. Tomorrow I’ll go back to rehab, I promise.

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