James, the ex-Hipster, shook his head. "Love one, but if I go back smelling like tobacco instead of cloves, they'll know something's up."
Charlie and Heather each took a cig from Jenna's pack, and the three of them lit up. Into the expanding smoke stepped Michael, their Director and Stage Manager.
"How goes it, all?"
James answered, "Great, I'm really about to make a breakthrough with Kevon! I've been steadily attack Giselle's musical tastes, and I think within the next few days, she's either going to sleep with me, or try and showdown for dominance."
Heather glanced at him, looking irritated "So, you're going to sleep with that bitch?"
"Honey, it's a character choice. She's not my type at all."
Michael spoke, cutting the couple off.
"Good. Remember, we've only got a week until the performance. Tech's doing what they can, but we need you guys at the top of your game. Donald!"
A tall man, dressed in black, appeared behind Jenna.
"Can you do something with Jenna's costume? It's too bland for me."
Donald turned to Jenna. "Change back for me."
Her clothes returned to their previous prim state. Donald looked her over, and then swept his hand. Her skirt shifted from blue tartan to red, and her cross-necklace grew a ruby rose. Her socks lengthened until they reached her knees, and rose decals crawled up them.
Donald leaned to Jennifer, and kissed her on the cheek. "You're doing great, babe."
Jennifer shifted back to Jenna. "I hope so, I haven't gotten laid in a month. This show better be worth it."
Michael smiled as Donald returned to invisibility.
"Don't worry, dear, it will be."