The director tells them to play it up, in the show, in the diaries. "Fans love it," he says. "They love that stuff. Give them something they can live vicariously through."
Colin is skeptical, Katie absolutely delighted, and Angel and Bradley amused and sort of befuddled, but willing to play along.
"It's the new thing," Katie says later over drinks. "Have you seen Pineapple Express? Superbad? Male affection is the new black."
"Superbaaaad," Bradley says, holding out his fist for fist-bumps. Katie obliges. "Fucking good film."
"What was the old black?" Colin asks.
"Dunno," Katie shrugs. "I think Harry Potter."
Colin says, "But it's not just us. It's not just me and Bradley. They want you two to cozy up too. They want all of us to cozy up."
"But it's different with girls, isn't it?" Angel says, slipping her arm around Katie's waist and drawing her closer. "We're usually quite cozy. Aren't we, darling?"
"Mmmm, like blankets," Katie smiles, and kisses Angel's cheek. "Men, however-"
"And British men, besides," Angel adds.
"That's a challenge, isn't it?" Bradley cuts in and, just as expected, Colin squirms beside him.
"Yes!" Angel cries out, as Katie laughs and claps her hands in glee. "Yes, it absolutely is!"
"Colin, it's up to us," Bradley declares, turning to face Colin all serious-like. "It's up to us to break the mold of repressed British men."
Colin blushes. "Er, 's all right. I was raised repressed, I can handle it."
"You can't be that repressed," Katie says. "You're an actor."
"Are you saying you don't want to cozy up to me?" Bradley asks.
"Think of it as rehearsing," Angel says. "Getting into character."
"I'm fairly certain Marx and Engels never made out," Colin says weakly.
"How do you know?" she retorts. "You weren't there. Who knows how many stolen kisses and illicit gropings went unnoticed in the backrooms of communist headquarters?"
"Don't hurt Bradley's feelings now," Katie giggles. "Go on, give him a kiss."
"Give us a kiss," Bradley agrees, and closes his eyes and puckers his lips.
"I wish we had the cameras," Angel says wistfully.
"I'm waiting, Karl," Bradley says, words mushed through puckered lips, eyes still closed. "Your Friedrich needs you."
"You people are insatiable!" Colin exclaims.
And because Bradley still has his eyes closed, Colin's kiss took him by surprise. He didn't really expect Colin to step up, and in fact Bradley had concocted a contingency plan in which he turns the tables on the situation and manipulates Katie and Angel into making out, but apparently the world works in mysterious ways. Bradley parts his lips and Colin responds in kind, and he tastes the beer on Colin's tongue. The girls emit various sounds along the lines of HOORAY, so Bradley plays it up a little.
"Oh my gosh they're still going!" Angel squeaks.
He puts his hand on the back of Colin's neck and pulls him closer, which makes Colin do a sort of breathy gasping noise into Bradley's mouth, which makes Bradley's stomach feel a bit funny, and not from too much beer.
"All right," Colin says against Bradley's lips, then pulls away. His cheeks are pinkish, and Bradley wonders if his are too. "All right, you got your show."
"A+," Bradley says, doing a thumbs-up and trying not to seem too... affected. "Ladies, I highly recommend it."
"Nothing so beautiful as communists in love," Angel sighs.
Colin takes another swig of his beer then slams it down on the table, grinning at Katie and Angel in a vaguely lecherous manner. "Fair's fair, girls," he says. "Your turn."
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Colin is skeptical, Katie absolutely delighted, and Angel and Bradley amused and sort of befuddled, but willing to play along.
"It's the new thing," Katie says later over drinks. "Have you seen Pineapple Express? Superbad? Male affection is the new black."
"Superbaaaad," Bradley says, holding out his fist for fist-bumps. Katie obliges. "Fucking good film."
"What was the old black?" Colin asks.
"Dunno," Katie shrugs. "I think Harry Potter."
Colin says, "But it's not just us. It's not just me and Bradley. They want you two to cozy up too. They want all of us to cozy up."
"But it's different with girls, isn't it?" Angel says, slipping her arm around Katie's waist and drawing her closer. "We're usually quite cozy. Aren't we, darling?"
"Mmmm, like blankets," Katie smiles, and kisses Angel's cheek. "Men, however-"
"And British men, besides," Angel adds.
"That's a challenge, isn't it?" Bradley cuts in and, just as expected, Colin squirms beside him.
"Yes!" Angel cries out, as Katie laughs and claps her hands in glee. "Yes, it absolutely is!"
"Colin, it's up to us," Bradley declares, turning to face Colin all serious-like. "It's up to us to break the mold of repressed British men."
Colin blushes. "Er, 's all right. I was raised repressed, I can handle it."
"You can't be that repressed," Katie says. "You're an actor."
"Are you saying you don't want to cozy up to me?" Bradley asks.
"Think of it as rehearsing," Angel says. "Getting into character."
"I'm fairly certain Marx and Engels never made out," Colin says weakly.
"How do you know?" she retorts. "You weren't there. Who knows how many stolen kisses and illicit gropings went unnoticed in the backrooms of communist headquarters?"
"Don't hurt Bradley's feelings now," Katie giggles. "Go on, give him a kiss."
"Give us a kiss," Bradley agrees, and closes his eyes and puckers his lips.
"I wish we had the cameras," Angel says wistfully.
"I'm waiting, Karl," Bradley says, words mushed through puckered lips, eyes still closed. "Your Friedrich needs you."
"You people are insatiable!" Colin exclaims.
And because Bradley still has his eyes closed, Colin's kiss took him by surprise. He didn't really expect Colin to step up, and in fact Bradley had concocted a contingency plan in which he turns the tables on the situation and manipulates Katie and Angel into making out, but apparently the world works in mysterious ways. Bradley parts his lips and Colin responds in kind, and he tastes the beer on Colin's tongue. The girls emit various sounds along the lines of HOORAY, so Bradley plays it up a little.
"Oh my gosh they're still going!" Angel squeaks.
He puts his hand on the back of Colin's neck and pulls him closer, which makes Colin do a sort of breathy gasping noise into Bradley's mouth, which makes Bradley's stomach feel a bit funny, and not from too much beer.
"All right," Colin says against Bradley's lips, then pulls away. His cheeks are pinkish, and Bradley wonders if his are too. "All right, you got your show."
"A+," Bradley says, doing a thumbs-up and trying not to seem too... affected. "Ladies, I highly recommend it."
"Nothing so beautiful as communists in love," Angel sighs.
Colin takes another swig of his beer then slams it down on the table, grinning at Katie and Angel in a vaguely lecherous manner. "Fair's fair, girls," he says. "Your turn."