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"This is your fault, Cordis." Stein said as he and Cordis shuffled through the alley. Movie Night had ended with Ivan "power dreaming" again, and this time they were stranded in unfamiliar territory.

"Who falls asleep during Repo!?!" Cordis shot back. Ivan hadn't even bothered to stay awake for the previews. Lucky for them, it meant they had time to get their bearings rather than be dropped in the middle of a scene, though Cordis was convinced that they wouldn't even be here if Ivan had waited for the story.

"Loyal introduced you to this tripe, didn't he?" Stein paused to smell his costume. "Who are we supposed to be anyway? I smell like dead bodies and you're dressed like a prostitute."

"You are dead bodies, Stein. And it looks like you've been cast as Graverobber. Lucky you. I'm supposed to be Amber Sweet, apparently."

"Hmm. I'm unfamiliar with the characters, but if that outfit doesn't show what Ivan thinks of you, I don't know what does."

"I'm a little disappointed by this choice. I think I should be Blind Mag, if anyone. Want to trade roles?"

Stein snorted derisively. "You must be insane."

"Why not? I think I'd make a better Graverobber, and I know his lines. Amber's part is easy, and she doesn't show up until later in the movie, so you'll have time to learn her songs at the very least."

"Songs? What songs?"

Cordis grinned sheepishly. "Oh...did I neglect to mention that this is a rock opera?"

Stein sighed and put his face in his hands. "I thought the title was odd. I'm not singing, Cordis."

"Actually, you're singing in a few short minutes unless you switch roles with me. Graverobber is the narrator and he has the first singing part."

Stein leveled his most withering gaze at Cordis. "If this is a ploy to get me to run around clad in leather fetish gear, it isn't working."

Cordis snickered. "Calm down, Stein. I just don't think you have the theatrical background to play Graverobber convincingly. You don't have the 'zazz'."

Stein arched his eyebrow. "And you do?"

"I'm a freakshow and a circus performer. I know how to put on a show. But it's ultimately up to you. If you think you can ad lib an intro to a movie you've never seen before, knock yourself out."

Stein seethed for a few seconds while he considered his options.

"Fine, have it your way. This jacket smells like roadkill anyway. I'm still not singing, and I'm not dancing either."

Cordis's lips twitched in a smirk. "Just put on the miniskirt, Stein."