Charlie started laughing again, even as she was singing. Deciding to give the audience what they wanted, she reached out and dramatically gripped Harold’s shoulder. “I’m all out of love, what am I without you? I can’t be too late to say that I was so wrong.”
The two turned into giggling, singing drunks on stage. Best of all, they didn’t care. The song concludes with the audience cheering like crazy. Taking a bow, Harold almost tips over.
As the two walk off the stage, a drunk shouts “WE LOVE YOU SONNY AND CHER!”. Harold laughs as they slowly wobble their way back to their seat.
“Well…that wasn’t all too bad, now was it doll?”
On their way back, Charlie had clung to Harold, one arm wrapped around his back and the other hand clenched in his shirt. She had a difficult time walking straight, being both drunk and laughing as hard as she was. “Oh, no. No, that was brilliant,” she conceded, once they were finally back to their table and in their seats. She immediately lit up a cigarette, having to fumble with the lighter several times.