Falsettos one shots

Standing at the window, as per usual, was Mother, her stunning silver floor length gown accentuating her curves, with her lightly curled hair pooling on her shoulders. The expensive whisky glass held daintily in her outstretched hand; the clear liquid thick with alcohol.

She never needed to turn around, always knowing exactly who it was who entered the room, seeing and hearing everything without watching.

“you look rather fetching tonight Whizzer.” She said, stood staring out of the window at the full tables, Charlotte’s deep voice carrying through the glass as she sang the smooth jazz.

“as do you mother.” She turned to face him, “you are drop dead gorgeous ma’am, your husband does, in no means, deserve you!”

“well, my Husband does, in no means, deserve you also” Mother replied icily, taking a long sip of vodka from the glass, pausing as she debated with herself. “Or maybe you two are perfect for one another.” She scoffed, “I presume that is where you are heading off to. A date with my husband.”

Whizzer instantly wiped the excited smile from his face, feeling guilty all of a sudden. “it is not a ‘date’,” He lied “well, I mean, it is not just- never mind.”

Mother scowled at Whizzer, strutting towards him, staggering ever so slightly from the copious amounts of alcohol in her blood. She stared him down, putting a finger onto his chest as she pushed him back, Whizzer, able to smell the liquor on her breath even from across the room, trying his hardest not to gag now. “Whatever you do, Whizzer Brown - “She punctuated her words by digging her finger into his chest “-you will not even dare to fall in love with my husband.”

Whizzer let her stumble forward slightly and lean on him before standing upright again, swaying from side to side, “Mother, do you think that It may be time to slow down on the drinking, you have not even sobered up since yesterday.”

She smacked his hands away from her arms, “do not even think about it Whizzer.” She hissed, “I have every right to be drinking right now, my husband- my husband- “suddenly the cold exterior she had almost always adorned fell as she started to cry, loud ugly tears that smudged her makeup, “my husband is a… a fucking faggot.” She wept, Whizzer clenching his teeth slightly at her choice of language before softening, feeling sorry for her, awkwardly standing there, not sure how he was meant to react. She quickly turned back into stone, Whizzer handing her his handkerchief as she patted her eyes, mascara dripping down to her chin. “tell anyone about this and your body will be found at the bottom of the Hudson.” She threatened, Whizzer knowing better than to argue with her considering three of the policemen working with her Husband had gone missing within the week since Whizzer was taken into the station.

Whizzer picked out the pocket watch from his suit pocket, “I would not dream of it Mother,” He replied, making a face and quickly going to the window, looking down upon the ballroom, watching Charlotte sway from side to side as she graciously accepted her applause. He heard the sound of Mother downing the rest of her drink, glancing towards her shakily pouring more vodka from her decanter.

“did you really have to do this here?” She asked, joining Whizzer by the window as she watched her husband enter, Whizzer nervously raking a hand through his gelled back hair.

“well, I need to prove that nothing is going on here.” Whizzer replied before lowering his voice “are you sure this is what you want, I am your worker and I will obey your every whim.”

In the light, that was reflected off of the large chandelier in the ball room, Mother seemed to sparkle, the trails of mascara adding a delicate, softer side to her that Whizzer had only ever seen once before. She smiled gently, “you must not stand him up.” She finished her drink, turning icy again, “I need proof of him making it with a man, things I can use...blackmail material.”

Whizzer turned, walking to the exit, “you want me to give it up on the first date, and photograph it? How scandalous.” He winked, stepping into the elevator, manually turning the handle until he reached the first floor, nodding to the man sat with his newspaper.

He pushed his back up against the secret door, and it swung open, Whizzer sidling casually out, closing it behind him as he searched the room for Marvin, the butterflies welling up as his gaze caught Marvin’s across the room.

He smoothed out his suit, walking around the bar until he reached Charlotte up on stage, whispering “Cordelia is not showing up, is she?” Into her ear as she nodded, an almost seductive look on her face as she played with the feather boa above her head, singing a high g with almost no effort as Whizzer kissed her cheek, earning loud catcalls from the audience. He shimmied behind the band, whispering something to the pianist who nodded, as Whizzer leant against the sleek black grand piano.

Charlotte finished her song, earning a polite applause from the audience and rolled her eyes as she swapped places with Whizzer, staggering off of the stage, getting another glass of champagne. “a poor audience” she said slightly too loudly as Whizzer tapped on the stand-up microphone, detaching the cylindrical head and going back to the piano, sitting temptingly on the top.

He breathed deeply, not used to being in front of an audience other than his bathing products. Running a hand through his hair, he looked up at the eye shaped window, Mother making crazy throat cutting gestures.

“This song- “He spoke into the microphone, his voice shaking slightly, “-this song is dedicated to… a special person in my life.” He looked into the bright spotlight, finding Marvin in the audience and winking as the pianist began to play the introduction to Fat Waller’s “squeeze me”, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt just enough to expose his chest hair.

Suddenly all Whizzer could feel was the smooth lilt of the chromatic chords, the perfect pace that made him sway on the piano, when the tenor saxophone joined, the grace notes it added, light and beautiful. He brought the microphone to his lips, so close you could hear his quiet inhales as he started to sing, quietly to begin with.

Oh, want to squeeze me, have mercy
Baby, won't you tease me
Come on and squeeze me

I like it when you tease me

He smirked as he heard the gasp from the audience, looking up to see Mother throwing her glass at the window, watching it make a small pane shatter as she scowled at him, backing away so no one could see her.

Like the way you shake your thang
Like the way you move
Love the way you so casually
Slide into the groove

His voice was thin and smooth, gracing each note in a teasing manner. In one smooth movement, he was lying on his stomach, reaching his hand out to take the pianists chin in it.

You know, you take me so high boy

I don’t want to come down

You don’t have to be shy baby

As long as I’m around

He moved in, so close to the pianists face, only separating himself by the microphone as the man joined him, Whizzer singing a higher harmony effortlessly as their voices blended into one.

Ooh, your love is so good

I can never love another

And I wish you would

Not be so undercover

At that he snapped around, getting off of the piano and holding the microphone in one hand, and its cord in the other, playing with it seductively in his fingers as he struck a sexy pose, only focusing on Marvin now.

Come on and squeeze me, have mercy

Baby, won’t you tease me

Squeeze me

I like it, I like it when you tease me

He could see Marvin beginning to fume, his jaw tightening and locking as he ground his teeth together, causing Whizzer to let out a feminine giggle.

Squeeze me, say won’t you

Baby, won’t you tease me

Come on and squeeze me

Say baby, won’t you tease me

He placed the microphone back on its stand as his voice dropped back to a whisper for his final lines.

Squeeze me

He didn’t break eye contact

Tease me

Marvin’s face was bright red and angry

Squeeze me

Anger is a powerful aphrodisiac

Tease me

As he finished the hall erupted into a loud applause as he took his bow, quickly slipping offstage as he made his way to the secluded booth Marvin was sat in.

“you are late Mr Brown.” Marvin announced, whizzer slid onto the sofa opposite him.

He applied the faux innocence as he batted his long eyelashes, “I’m sorry detective, did you not like my little show?”

“three of my men have vanished this week, so please forgive me for being in a bit of a haste.” Marvin replied, sarcasm biting into Whizzer as he rolled his eyes.

“your men?” Whizzer asked. Marvin just scowled instead of entertaining Whizzer’s games. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out an envelope and slid it across the table to Whizzer. He unlaced the strings, carefully opening it and shaking out its contents onto the table. “ah, I presume these… were your men?” Whizzer smirked, watching Marvin inhale deeply.

“do you recognise them, have you seen them come here?”

“well, detective- “Whizzer elegantly pushed one of the grainy photographs forward with his middle finger, leaving it outstretched as he cocked his head to the side, “-the only people who come here not wanting to be found are the queers.” He leant so his back was pressed into the booth and spread his legs slightly “you chose this rather secluded booth, did you not detective?”

“what are you insinuating Mr Brown?”

“again, nothing of… importance.” He took his time speaking, each word accurate and powerful as if they had been scripted the moment, they touched his lips.

Marvin stared at him for a moment, nostrils flared in rage as he slowly replaced the photographs into the envelope, retying it again in a methodical manner. “your singer friend is rather beautiful; pity she is a black.”

“pity you are a racist, you are off the clock detective.”

“what does that have to do with anything?”

“oh, I am so terribly sorry- “Whizzer exclaimed in a fake apology, “-I thought your views only extended to the hours you work.”

“my views are my views.”

“and my views are mine.” Whizzer patted his jacket until he heard the crinkle of paper, pulling out his own envelope, mimicking Marvin’s previous move “I have had some of my… associates… follow you detective.” He drew out his words as he slid the envelope across the table.

Whizzer could see the blood drain from Marvin’s face as he opened the envelope, exposing several photographs of his own. “what… what are these?” He whispered; voice low so no one would overhear him.

“these?” Whizzer said playfully, a small giggle in his voice, reaching his hand out to point at the separate photos, “this is you in an area I have only ever seen homosexuals in-“ he pointed to the next one, “I believe this is you drinking in a speakeasy, which although is not incriminating on its own, pairing it with this-“ he pointed to the final image “-a photo of you following someone, who is so very obviously a sissy, into a lavatory, I feel I have quite the scandal brewing.”

Marvin clenched his jaw, breathing heavily as he quickly packaged the photos up again, turning a horrible green shade. “Are you blackmailing a detective, Mr Brown?” He asked, a shocked look on his face.

“Oh no my darling- “Whizzer reached out and almost ripped the envelope out of Marvin’s hands that were prized tightly shut, “blackmail is illegal detective, these- “He seductively licked the edge of the envelope, “-these are merely collateral.” He quickly whisked the envelope out of sight again, revelling in the look of fear on Marvin’s face, “you threaten someone in love- “he whispered menacingly, “-I threaten your whole world.”

Marvin sat in silence for a moment, wanting to take a swing at Whizzer’s smug face, trying to think of ways to get out of his situation before giving in. “what do you want Mr Brown?” He asked, suddenly looking years older in seconds, as though the world had suddenly been dropped onto his back.

“Oh, it is not what I want Detective- “Whizzer smirked, “-it is what I will get.” He relished the tables turning, feeling alive for the first time in a week as he played his games. “My employer, Mother, wanted me to whore myself out to you.” He cocked an eyebrow and Marvin flinched as Whizzer went to touch his face, “but now that I have already got you in the position that I want, maybe we can come to an agreement.”

“you son of a bitch! I knew it.”

“no darling, no you thought Cordelia worked for Mother. This is all quite amusing to watch reveal itself, do you not think?”

Marvin shook his head, laughing “I will get you someday Mr Brown.”

Whizzer snorted, firmly taking Marvin’s chin in his hand, “you are on a single strand of webbing and suddenly you believe that you are the spider. You cannot see the full picture yet, but I can, and Mother can. If you keep interfering, I will see to it myself that your strand is cut from its source. This fight is bigger than you and it is bigger than me, your best chances are to change your course.”

“but Mother…Mother is the villain here.”

“No. Mother is merely a woman trying pass an amendment for women to not be denied or abridged from voting on account of her sex. She believes that people should not be judged due to their sexual partner preferences, or their skin colour. Someday a man will wed another man and I, oh I will laugh detective.” He scoffed at Marvin, nodding to Charlotte across at the bar, who brought over a bottle of champagne and two glasses, “so if anyone is the villain here, detective, it is you.”

Whizzer poured two glasses, raising up his own in a silent toast to his achievements before taking a sip, letting the bubbles fuel the pit of greed and winning that was beginning to pool in the bottom of his stomach as he stared at Marvin, not even blinking, watching him take a sip from his own glass.

Then Marvin did something truly unexpected.

He let out a laugh. A cold, heartless laugh, smiling like a maniac.

“you know Whizzer, I was waiting for you to say something like that.” He said, a truly terrifying grin stretching over his thin lips.

Everyone around them began to screech and duck under tables as the sound of glass shattering echoed through the ballroom.

“what the fuck have you done?” Whizzer asked, a sudden panic on his face.

Marvin adopted an impression of Whizzer, reaching out and touching his palm to Whizzer’s face, “oh darling- “He said in an exaggerated high pitched nasally voice, “it is not what I have done, it is what you have done.”

A dismembered voice cut through Whizzer’s confusion as he tasted blood in his mouth. “I want everyone’s hands up. This is a raid."