(We open in the party room...which is now a mess. Butch, who is covered with cream pie, chats with the musicians on the bandstand. They're too busy talking to him and Jane to play. Sach dumps custard down a lady's dress. Louie and Sally are barricaded behind a table, ducking cake. Marsha eats a plate filled with petit fours in one corner, occasionally feeding one to Whitey.)
*Slip stands in the middle of everything. Heís covered in food and acting like he's directing traffic.*
Rachel: Looks like we shouldn't have left these guys unsupervised.
Chuck: I guess not.
Rachel: (She goes over to Slip, stepping over petit fours on the floor) What in the heck happened here?
Slip: *Smirks* Bowery Olympics.
Chuck: *Makes a face* Slip...
Vivianne: (She's brushing the cream filling off her sleeves) Goodness, you certainly know how to make a party interesting!
Slip: We do our best.
Vivianne: And since you've cleared out my guests, perhaps you can do your best in cleaning up this mess, too.
*Slip makes a face and grabs some frosting. He flings it at Sach.*
Sach: Hey! (He flings it back. Vivianne has the sense to duck.)
Vivianne: Ok, boys. Enough.
Louie: (He makes a face as he and Sally join them) I'm gonna cream all of ya! Those restaurant critics got hit with cream puffs and left!
Sally: I don't think they wanted to trade recipes for cheese blintzes anyway, Uncle.
Vivianne: (Turns to Chuck) I need to talk to you while the others clean.
Chuck: Oh! Um, okay...
Vivianne: (Takes Chuck aside) I still think you have great promise. Even after tonight.
Vivianne: Really. Don't mind those old hens. Doris is all right when she's not around the others, but Muffy can be a real snob sometimes. I think you'll be wonderful at whatever you decide to write, whether it's romance or something else.
Chuck: *Nods with a small smile* Thank you.
Vivianne: You know, if you really want to work at a newspaper, I have an old lover who is an editor at the New York Star. We haven't dated seriously in years, but we're still good friends, and he does owe me a few favors.
Chuck: *eyes widen* The New York Star!? Really?!
Vivianne: (Nods) You'll have to work your way up the ladder, but I'm pretty sure Sam could at least find you a copyboy job.
Chuck: Anything's better than newsboy!
Vivianne: (Grins) Definitely not newsboy. For one thing, you're not a boy. You're a man.
Chuck: *his cheeks flush* Thank you.
Vivianne: You're welcome. (Nods at Rachel, who wipes down a table) I think she thinks you're a man, too. She's seems like a nice girl. You chose well.
Chuck: *Turns redder; looks at Rachel* She's wonderful.
Vivianne: You really chose well. I know that look. I've had it a few times in my life. You're half-way in the clouds.
Vivianne: (Shakes Chuck a little) I'm sorry to wake you up, but you really can't go home like that.
Chuck: Huh? *blinks* Oh. Sorry.
Vivianne: That's all right. People who are really in love tend to get like that. I've had my fair share of head-in-the-clouds days.
Chuck: Yeah. *clears his throat* Vivianne...thank you...for everything. You've been a bigger help than I think either of us will ever know.
Vivianne: I'm just glad I could do something for someone. Unlike Muffy, I remember what it was like to be young. And just because I have money doesn't mean I didn't struggle. It took me years to be taken seriously by many publishers because they considered me a dabbler.
Chuck: And I've felt like a perpetual boy.
Vivianne: In twenty years, you'll be glad you have that young face.
Chuck: In twenty years, yeah. Right now... *sighs* not so much.
Vivianne: Don't worry. You'll grow up.
Chuck: *Nods* Thanks. *puts his hand out to shake*
Viviane: You're welcome. (Takes it and shakes it) Now, why don't you go help your young lady friend with the tables? (Winks at him)
Chuck: Yeah. *nods at her, then goes over to Rachel*
Rachel: Hi. (Hands him a wet cloth) You do that side. I'll do this side. The servants cleared any leftovers already.
Chuck: Darn. I was kinda hungry.
Rachel: Maybe we can ask Vivianne for doggy bags.
Chuck: No. She's already given me something. Vivianne is going to ask an acquaintance of hers who works at the New York Star if I could get a job there.
Rachel: Oh honey, that's wonderful! (She gives him a hug) I knew your career would finally take off.
Chuck: I'm just... *sniffs as Rachel pulls away* I'm so happy...
Rachel: And I'm proud of you. You're going to be a real reporter.
Chuck: *Sniffs* Something if finally happening! First you, and now the job! *hugs her tightly*
Rachel: I guess good things do happen to those who wait. (Hugs him back)
Chuck: *Whispers in Rachel's ear* Would you like to go find another closet with me?
Rachel: Sure! These guys made the mess. They should clean it up.
Chuck: *Puts an arm around Rachel's waist* Letís go.
Vivianne: (Elbows Chuck; out the corner of her mouth) There's a closet in the hall that's free, if you don't mind moving a mop or two.
Chuck: *Nods at Vivianne; turns to Rachel* Now, lets go find that closet. *leads Rachel out into the hall*
Rachel: There it is! (She drags him into the closet. There are some mops and buckets, and it's smaller than the other one)
Chuck: *They're very close together* This is comfy.
Rachel: Yeah. (Grins) So, how does it feel to be on your way?
Chuck: Amazing. It's like some wonderful dream, just like being with you.
Rachel: Awwww. I feel the same way about you.
Chuck: *Wraps both arms around Rachel's waist* This is one dream I don't ever want to wake up from.
Rachel: And if you can get a job on a paper, maybe I can get a job with a real show, even one in a basement somewhere.
Chuck: I'd love to review you. Though, if you want, I could practice right now.
Rachel: Go right ahead. You never know when you might need a really big interview.
Chuck: Well, you're smart and gorgeous, for starters.
Rachel: (Blushes) Thank you. And you're handsome and sweet.
*Chuck leans in to kiss Rachel and just brushes her lips when the closet door opens.*
Slip: *Leans against the door frame* Havin' fun?
Chuck: *Only his eyes move to look at Slip* Uhh...
Slip: Don't let me stop you. *smirks* Kiss 'er. Iím just lookin' fer a mop.
Rachel: (Pulls him close to her) Why don't we do what Big Brother says?
Chuck: Yeah... *kisses Rachel*
Slip: *Nods* Much better. *grabs a mop and closes the door after him*