Georgie heard a knock at his office door. He smiled wickedly.<i>Right on time.</i>He hopped up out of his seat and opened up to find Aurora standing there, looking a treat in a pale blue nightie. She was a sweet girl, one without the street-wise the other dancers had developed over the years. She also looked very anxious... And high. A combination he could work with.<br/><br/>"How do. Now, what's that frown for? Don't you worry none, I just asked you up here because I need you to make some calls to a couple friends of mine." Georgie waved her in and pulled up the chair in front of his desk, suggesting she sit. He then walked around the desk and dumped himself into his seat. "Close the door behind you, doll."<br/><br/>Georgie's office was filled with filing cabinets, a picture of the Queen (England's) and a flag of the United Kingdom. He owned a hefty bulldog named Terry, who was in his bed in the corner of the room fast asleep. He had a kettle infinitely brewing, it had been bewitched to boil over and over, without the noise. Although occasionally the faltering spell would let through a sharp whistle, which made everyone in the room jump out of their skin: except Georgie, of course.<br/><br/>"About what I said earlier." Georgie propped his boots up onto his desk and crossed his hands over his stomach. He had gum on his shoe. "Now, I know you can't keep up with the other birds, especially Rapunzel and Nerissa." His face expressed sympathy for her, if Sympathy was a two-faced bitch without any good intentions. "You're doing all right, but you could be doing better. Now, me being the kind, caring bloke I am, I figured I'd best call in some favours. Get you some repeat clients... Which will put good money in your pocket, I'll tell you now."<br/><br/>Georgie lifted his phone from the desk. It was bright red, one of those old-fashioned ones where you had to turn the dias for each number. He slipped a finger into the first digit, fingering it as he explained to her, "Then I realised. They'd be better hearing from the Lady herself. So, I'm going to put you on the line with a couple of 'em. All you have to do is talk all breathy-like and butter them up to get them down here. Then they're all yours, doll."<br/><br/>Georgie offered the corded phone over to her. He waited for her to reach out before pulling the phone back towards himself. In her high state, this could have been disorientating. Like an adult teasing a child with a big, fuck-off ice cream. "Oi-oi. You forgetting about Old Georgie?" He smiled crookedly. "Don't you reckon I deserve a kiss, for sorting you out like this?" He pulled his legs down and leaned across the table, his forearms supporting his weight. Georgie looked at her as he waited for Aurora to pucker up. He tapped his kisser twice, "Plant one right here." He grinned. The ball piercing in his tongue glinted past his parted lips.