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I hate this place (USUK)

Pairing: USUK, RUSENG, GERITA. 

Summary: The neighbours of the  building decide to spend the dinner of Christmas Eve’s together to bond with each other. However, they do it too little… or too much. They say where there’s smoke, there is fire, although on their world of smoke and mirrors Alfred, the building’s porter, doesn’t feel sure about anything anymore. 

Translation of my submission to the USUK’s Spanish christmas event. The prompt was: “Introducing your boyfriend in a Christmas dinner.” The fanfiction was inspired on the show “Aquí no hay quién viva” ( “I hate this place”)

a/n: Oh my god what a self-indulging fic, ha ha! All right, all right, soap opera plots are my guilty pleasure, especially if they are accompanied by holiday drama! Merry Christmas everyone! 

*

It was so early when the building’s porter woke up that the sun hadn’t woken up yet. The cars had thin layers of ice, and Alfred couldn’t help to blow hot air into his hands to warm himself up. He wasn’t wearing much apart from his grey uniform and his belt, in which he had the door’s keys. Alfred was cleaning the porter’s floor when he sensed someone walking to his side.

“Good morning,” the man seemed Asian. Even hunched, Alfred noted he was the tallest of the too.

“I haven’t seen you before,” Alfred said. Avenue H was pretty calm, so any person who crossed the sidewalk received the attention of the neighbours. Also, the buildings were small: the one Alfred worked on barely had three floors, as well as the attic where dusty objects were stored as part of the history of the place.

“They’ve contracted me in that restaurant of the corner,” said the man. He must’ve been twenty-something, as well as Alfred. “My name’s Kiku, by the way,” Alfred smiled at him and introduced himself, although their conversation was interrupted when another man entered the building.

“Good morning, Mr. Braginsky,” said Alfred. The man dragged his dirty boots over the part of the portal that had been mopped up by Alfred.

“Always good days to those who do nothing. Just look at how you have the portal…” he complained, gritting his teeth.

“Hey, how about a lil enthusiasm? It’s almost Christmas Eve” the other man didn’t seem to pay attention. His violet eyes focused on Alfred’s, who sensed tension build on his body. After a deathly silence, the man finally smiled lightly, without breaking the eye contact. His expression contrasted abruptly with his smile, which made the situation more eerie.

“I hope we see each other in the president’s reunion, yankee,” Braginsky said his words with latent disdain. As he walked away, Alfred and Kiku exhaled a breath they didn’t know they’d been holding. As time went by, Alfred spoke again, although his voice was quieter this time.

“That’s Ivan Braginsky, from 2nd A. He’s the creep of the building, ‘has a lot of money that no one knows where he gets, that sorta thing. He’s supposed to live with his mother, although I believe he’s pulled a psycho, if you know what I mean,” as he saw Kiku’s face, Alfred proceeded to calm him down. “Hey, don’t worry, not everyone’s like that. Also, a porter’s work consists in accepting weirdos with a smile, and I’m the fucking best at it. I could me an actor, you know?”

Afterward, someone seemed to walk down the stairs, and they both went quiet. A young man, with blue eyes and golden hair walked through the porter. He wore an angel-like smile, and his scarf was adorably bigger than his coat.

“Good morning,” his voice was lively, and Alfred and Kiku replied instantly. The man smiled at them again and walked in direction to the subway, as they both looked at him with their minds boggled.

“Who was that ?” Kiku had turned red. Alfred had to laugh at that.

“His name’s Tino, but don’t get excited; he’s married,” he said. “Although his husband is in a business trip.”

“Then is he leaving alone?” Alfred clicked his tongue and tilted his head.

“No, he felt lonely and he began living with my father and Arthur Kirkland.”

“Wait,” Kiku looked confused. “Does your father live here?”

Alfred smiled cheekly. “Yeah, kind of. When my parents broke up my father went to live with Arthur. He wanted me to live with them too, but I wanted to be on my own. More… independent, you know,” Kiku was looking at him understandingly, “so I became  a porter. It’s pretty nice; they give me a salary but I can sleep in the porter’s lodge.”

“Yes, and I suppose your father and his lover are grateful for it in the end, aren’t they?” Alfred laughed again, and moved his hands frantically.

“No, no, dude! Arthur’s not my father’s boyfriend! Ugh, Arthur’s like —I don’t know, like your ugly friend that pretends he’s so mighty because he’s not hot, that kind of guy,” as he said it, Alfred felt someone punch his back, and he turned to face Arthur Kirkland staring at him with an unpleasant look. “Eh, yes, Arthur Doyle. Of course, Kiku, I was talking about Arthur Doyle, not— Oh, Arthur, I hope you have a good day!”

“Fuck you!” Arthur pushed him to go through the portal, but Alfred grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Hey, don’t go too far; the president’s reunion is in half an hour.”

“Oh, shit! It was today!” Arthur kicked the floor when, for a second, he seemed to lose his balance and fell into the floor. Alfred and Kiku tried to look at him with a serious expression, although their eyes must’ve let Arthur see their funny looks because he looked even more angry. “Oh, fuck off!”

“Come on, Art, let’s go to the president’s house,” Alfred made a motion to pat his back, and Arthur tensed like a cat.

“I’m not even the owner…” he lamented, although Alfred was ignoring him.

“Kiku, man, come with us, I’m sure you’ll love it!” he circled them with his arms and the three men walked towards the  1st A flat.

*

The living  room of the 1st A was big, although old-fashioned, and the wall was merely dominated by paintings. However, most of the neighbours seemed more interested in taking a seat for the reunion that was about to begin.

“Feli, how are ya?” Alfred sat next to Feliciano, one of the Vargas’ sons. The young man was looking down, and shrugged as he looked at his hands. Feliciano opened his mouth to answer, but Gilbert Beilschdmidt sat between them.

“Feliciano, amico! That how you say it? I don’t care, honestly… You’re the man I was looking for…” the man had a special look in his eyes, and Feliciano nodded as if he understood what it meant. He made a motion of apology to Alfred and then both men started to exchange whispers, so Alfred opted to keep talking to Kiku.

“Gilbert Beilschmidt, his brother’s the president of the neighbour association. Feliciano Vargas is from the flat 1st B. Some people say he is having an affair with the president, although there’s nothing confirmed.”

“You know a lot about gossips,” said Kiku. Alfred laughed.

“A good porter has to be a good source of information,” Alfred recited, as if he had learnt it from a manual. Someone banged the table and everyone went quiet so the president could speak. Ludwig Beilschmidt spoke this time, and quickly looked at Roman, the Vargas’ godfather, who got up and looked at the neighbours.

“The truth is that I was the one to call the reunion,” he said. “We’ve thought that, in these dates, it could be a good occasion to the community to solve its differences, so I wanted to invite you all to the Christmas’ dinner in our house.”

“Let me state that I believe this would be a great initiative for this, our community,” said Ludwig.

“Definitely better than the invisible friend from last year,” Antonio, from the 1stA, murmured. Gilbert barked a laughter.

“Hey, mes amis, I actually think it is a beautiful idea,” spoke Francis, Alfred’s father, with the manners that his son seemed to lack of in front of everyone. “I mean, for the rest of you. I have plans…”

“Said the playboy,” Gilbert snickered. Everyone started to talk again, and Ludwig’s face appeared to contort.

“If no one has anything useful to say,” he glared at his brother, “I believe we should close the session. Merry Christmas, everyone, or whatever.”

“Thank god it’s over,” Arthur Kirkland left the room murmuring something about a job. Alfred was about to leave as well, but Ludwig restrained him from doing so.

“Alfred, why haven’t you put the Christmas lights yet? We’re almost in Christmas Eve. And you better help Roman with whatever he needs for the dinner, I don’t want to hear that you’ve been lacking off.”

“Yes, sir,” said Alfred. Then he groaned. They didn’t pay him enough for his job.

*

Arthur arrived to the building in a sourer mood than how he had left. He was sick of it. Sick of being almost forty years old without no stability. Sick of being exploited by manager’s younger than him, and sick of prostituting his knowledge of languages to phony kids from the upper side of town for a nefarious salary. He only wished to get home and make himself a bath, without caring about anything. He walked through the stairs creeping his feet and he let out a curse as he searched for his keys.

“Bloody hell,” he started to bang the door until he convinced himself his flatmates weren’t home.  His body seemed heavier as he went to the portal, finding Alfred putting a plastic Christmas tree while talking in the phone. Arthur crossed his arms, and waited until Alfred hung up and tilted his head to look at him.

“What the fuck is that?”

“The building needs a little more Christmas spirit,” Alfred replied. “And it isn’t the only one, scrooge.”

Arthur inhaled through his nostrils. Arguing with this brat would take too much time, so he simply resigned and asked:

“Were you talking to your father? Did he told you when he’ll come back?”

“No, though I suppose he’ll be here in a couple of hours, as always. Is something the matter?”

Arthur groaned. He remembered the humiliation from the morning, and thought about going to the closest bar to wait until Francis would come home while he explored the special Christmas drink. It wasn’t a bad plan, but judging from the swollen vein in his front, he’d need something more effective to relax.

“I left my key. I need you to open the door.”

Alfred made a face and searched through his belt. “Shit,” he murmured. Arthur frowned.

“What?”

“You forgot the please” Alfred smirked at his reaction.

“Go to hell, bloody yankee. You open my damn door.”

“I’m going, I’m going—” they stood before the door. As soon as it was opened, Alfred smiled again. “Something to say?”

“Thank you,” Arthur said, “for doing your fucking job late,” however, as soon as he completed the sentence Alfred blocked his way through the door. “What the fuck do you want now?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. I understand you’re a bitter man but in no way that is a pass to mistreat others, especially when they are helping you,” Alfred was serious, and had mimicked Arthur by crossing his arms too. Arthur didn’t hesitate.

“You’re not helping me! You do this because it is your duty. If Ludwig would’ve left his keys, you’d open his door too,” after he spoke, he pushed Alfred and managed to enter in his flat, although the porter seemed to follow him.

“What are you talking about, Arthur?” Arthur marched through his refrigerator, and grabbed two beers. After an internal debate, he passed one to Alfred, and they both drank while their breaths were the only things heard in the room.

“What was that about?” Alfred repeated. Arthur regretted letting him in, but figured his day wouldn’t be worse for giving in his thoughts.

“I’m nothing, you’re right. Nothing but a bitter man,” Arthur said. “My God, the person with whom I’ve spoken most today is the building’s porter,” he bit his lip, and cuddled in the couch. Alfred seemed to hesitate, but joined him. Arthur concluded he must’ve enjoyed seeing him angry rather than depressed.

“It’s only been a bad day, Art.”

“At the end of a bad month,” Arthur sighed, and took another sip of his beer. “I work hard and then, once I am given a break, I get sad because I don’t have anyone to spend it with. I can’t even go to my relatives’ house because they always remind me of how alone I am,” when he looked up, he saw Alfred’s expression shift, and figured he must’ve been crying. Alfred seemed to find a certain comfort in his misery, because he began talking about himself too.

“They all think I am worth nothing. They think I’m inferior and they bark orders without even looking me in the face. I… I suppose I’ve taken it on you because I know you won’t tell Ludwig.”

“I’m sorry,” said Arthur. “You don’t deserve that.”

“You don’t either,” was Alfred’s reply. They stared at each other. Alfred looked as if he feared to blink and the magic would disappear when, suddenly, Arthur stepped on his lap. And, before any of them could fathom how, they were kissing, so intensely Arthur thought he’d pass out with how fast his heart was beating.

*

“Fuck,” Alfred sighed as he exited the ecstasy, and the intoxicating warmth Arthur gave him. Arthur didn’t say anything, although his efforts to catch his breath told Alfred everything he needed to know. Alfred was naked, but he didn’t felt the need to cover himself, and instead rolled until Arthur’s side to lick his neck.

“Oh, God, I’m in heaven…” Arthur sighed. Alfred smiled, although he felt a certain frustration of having to wait until they could do it again.

“You have a cigarette?”

“Uh? You’re not going to smoke in my  bed,” Arthur said, in a manner that had lost all the sweetness from before.

“Oh, come on. What’s with you, dude? You also smoke.”

“Because my life is awful. You still have hope, darling,” Alfred clicked his tongue, feeling how his state of calmness he’d managed to find with Arthur was slowly disappearing. Freaking Arthur Kirkland couldn’t hold a nice evening, it seemed. Alfred started to dress up.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.”

“Oh, well. Leave, I don’t care.”

“Then don’t ask,” Alfred was buttoning his uniform as fast as he could while he picked the garments left in the living room. Arthur followed him, covering himself with a bathrobe that unfortunately highlighted his figure. Alfred tried not to look at him.

“Don’t tell your father,” Arthur warned.  Alfred felt even worse, and gritted his teeth.

“Don’t worry; I don’t tend to talk to my father about who I fuck,” he said. “Although I’ve heard you’ve been nominated for the award of the Best Friend of the Year, haven’t you?”

“It was a moment of weakness. I’d let anyone fuck me.”

“Me too,” Alfred prepared to leave, although he stopped just before. He looked at Arthur from the corner of his eye, and found the Englishman bluntly staring at him. “Do you —Do you know how you’ll spend Christmas in the end?”

Arthur looked taken aback, but he ended up answering nonetheless.

“I might go to a party with Francis, if I ever leave my flat at all,” then again, the mention of his father made him anxious. Alfred was sure it was the same for Arthur too. Despite how everyone —including Arthur— often chose to speak in how different Alfred was from his father, he figured Arthur couldn’t help to notice their similarities now.

Once Alfred left, Arthur almost fell on his couch. He decided in fixing himself a cup of tea to control his nerves, when he heard a knock at the door. Arthur attended, cautiously, and the image of Ivan Braginsky at the other side of his room didn’t seem to calm him down.

“Hello, Arthur.”

“Ah, Ivan. How are you? Do you —erm, do you need something?”

“I only wanted to talk, Arthur. We talked a lot before. Do you remember when you used to teach me English?” Arthur nodded slightly. “I have to admit I chose you because I loved your voice. I’ve always loved it. But now I sense it husky. Now that —oh, Arthur, my poor friend— how could you stoop so low?” Arthur felt his blood freeze, and he gulped. It couldn’t be. Oh, dear lord, it couldn’t be…

“This building’s walls are very thin, Arthur,” said Ivan. “I admit that I was surprised in the beginning. After all, I took you for something more than a slave of your needs, but I should thank you: this twist of events has made things much more interesting. In the end, I don’t believe you’d like Mr. Bonnefoy to know how you’ve —oh, how I put it? Abused his trust?” the whole scene appeared to amuse his neighbour, which put Arthur at ease. They exchanged glances and, after some minutes, and decided to speak.

“Do you want a date? Is that it?” But Ivan’s hysterical laugh told him that wouldn’t be the answer.

“Oh, Arthur, no no. You don’t understand. If we do that, the game’s over. I don’t want your body, I’m not going to buy your silence. I thrive the power—and, quite frankly, having the control over you makes this so much more stimulant,” Ivan gave him a crooked smile, and Arthur suddenly lamented being alone in the hallway with him.

“What do you want, then?” Ivan went through his pockets, and took a brown collar with a bell. He handed it to Arthur.

“Firstly, I want you to wear this” he said. “It used to be of my dog, but I believe it will fit you just right. You’ll wear it all the time,” his tone turned more strict. “And you’ll come to the Vargas’ Christmas dinner. My mother, poor ill woman, seems to thing I need a girlfriend to accompany me to the party. But I’ll assure her I only need my dear British dog. Do you understand me?” Arthur nodded, fearing to say anything, and Ivan fondled his lip, pressing his nails so much Arthur thought he’d break the flesh. “Good night, Arthur.”

When Arthur entered his room again, he couldn’t stop thinking of how fucked he was. And, when he couldn’t remember a time he’d seen Ivan having a pet, he shuddered thinking of what was about to come.

*

Alfred couldn’t stop thinking about him.

It was strange, though foreseeable. Despite his looks, Alfred didn’t have much experience in the topics of seduction. After all, his job took most of his time, and he had considered the neighbours as untouchables until this moment. It was strange to think about it, especially when Arthur was involved. Casual sex shouldn’t have been so complicated, but Alfred knew he had already broke up all the rules related to it. You weren’t supposed to leave in the same building, and Alfred was sure it wasn’t supposed to involve one party knowing the other’s parent. Sex was complicated and Alfred felt that, as the night passed, he was going mad. But the worst part, that was, that Alfred didn’t even know if that had been a bad thing after all.

Finally, he got up and began cleaning the floors. Kiku came over and sighed tiredly, declaring he had been going on strike but that it hadn’t been effective at all. Alfred was about to explain him how strikes worked there but, as he saw the oldies from 1st flat A join their conversation he lost the energy. Feliciano Vargas was there, too, and looked as nervous as the day before, although a few whispers by Gilbert’s side appeared to comfort him. Alfred stood there, mopping the floor for his day while half-listening to their rambling, until he saw Arthur walking towards the portal. Alfred frowned, and thought about commenting on the fact that he hadn’t seen him leave, when he stopped and concluded Arthur probably would’ve avoided him. However, as Arthur came closer, Alfred rushed to the portal’s door, opening it before the other. As Arthur walked through the door, he looked at Alfred with his eyebrows raised.

“You’re one hell of a gentleman,” he finally said, after locking eyes for what appeared to be centuries. Alfred laughed, almost hysterically, and rubbed the back of his head while trying to gain his composure. He just wanted to apologise but he knew the others would be listening, and he felt frustration building upon his figure.

“Are you— I mean, after all— Are you coming to the Vargas’ dinner?” Arthur nodded, and turned to look at the others, who replied too. Within seconds, Alfred heard thumps coming from the stairs, and tilted his head to face Ivan Braginsky stepping to the lodge, in a lively pace.

“Arthur,” Ivan came to his side, and pulled Arthur in an embrace. Gilbert arched his eyebrows with an amused smile, while Antonio murmured something and Alfred bluntly stared at the scene before him. “I’m glad you liked the necklace,” his big hands tinkled the jingle bel while Arthur appeared to shudder because of the coldness of the hands. “It was a good gift: now I can always know when you’re close.”

“Arthur, is everything all right?” Alfred wished Arthur would say that no, it wasn’t right for Ivan to touch him so much, and that please, Alfred, be my hero, I love you, oh Alfred, let’s fuck like bunnies because we love each other and I can’t get pregnant, but instead he found Arthur nodding while looking in his direction.

“Don’t worry, Al. It’s fine. We’ll… see each other this night, in —in the dinner, I believe,” he said. He started to walk the stairs with that Russian creep following him. As they were out of sight and the conversation started again, Alfred’s stomach started to sink. The only reason why Braginsky had walked down the stairs in the first place had been to escort Arthur, or whatever the hell he had in mind.

*

“I want you to sniff my scarf as soon as Alfred walks into the room until I give it to you,” said Ivan, once he invited Arthur into his house. Arthur noticed the room was cold, and Ivan didn’t seem to make any motion to turn on the lights, which made the scene more strange. Ivan seemed to have grown familiar with barking orders, as he had already spent half of the day with his phone buzzing with ridiculous requests his neighbour had given him.

Arthur bit his lip. “Why do you hate him so much? We already agreed that I would help you with—” at that moment, Ivan covered Arthur’s mouth with his hands. Arthur tried to struggle, but it was useless. Ivan’s pupils looked dilated, and Arthur worried his own heart would escape his chest.

“Mother is close. You do not disturb her,” Ivan said, without letting him go. Arthur nodded frantically, and Ivan smiled as if he was flattered. Soon enough he let go, and his arm blocked the entrance of the flat.

Arthur feared if his teeth would begin clenching if he didn’t say something. “I just —ah, I said —I don’t think it’s necessary to involve Alfred in all this.”

“Alfred became involved in all this when he decided to put it in you,” Arthur couldn’t help to blush at Ivan’s words. Ivan gritted his teeth. “You won’t talk to Alfred for the rest of the day. Not the dinner, nor whatever perverted dream you might have. Am I clear?”

“I honestly don’t know why you hate Alfred so much,” Arthur said. By the look of Ivan’s eyes, he knew he shouldn’t have said that, but Ivan replied nonetheless.

“Haven’t you seen this man? It is the filth of the building. He’s nothing, neither is he good at anything other than acting as if he’s entitled to anything. He walks over the lodge as if he owns the place, smiling and chuckling at everyone he crosses his path with. He is like a child; a selfish, spoiled child, and for some reason everyone seems to humour him. I used to watch him every day —mother said I shouldn’t do it, but I couldn’t be a good boy, I couldn’t— couldn’t stop looking at him,” Arthur was staring at him wide eyed, but dared not to move away. Ivan continued. “Then I saw you confronting him and I— oh, Arthur, I was so glad you did it. Me and mother chuckled our heads off that day,” Arthur opened his mouth to correct his expression, but decided to remain quiet in a better judgement. “I knew you’d understand me. But then he— he put his paws on you! Oh, you little lion, he played you and I— I felt like you failed me. But it doesn’t matter now, because I am the one deciding. I’ll make sure you stay out of this evil yankee way, Arthur, yes I will,” he paused again. He looked at Arthur from head to toe, and Arthur could swear he saw his eyes glow. “Wear that green sweater of yours tonight, and the tightest jeans you own,” he said, and silence struck the room. Arthur mumbled a reply, and found Ivan was still staring at him. Arthur couldn’t breath.

“Erm, I— I believe I have to water my plants. May I —May I go, Ivan?” he gestured Ivan’s arm that still blocked the way. Ivan slowly put his arm away.

“You can go,” he said. Before Arthur could leave, however, he heard Ivan say something else. “I believe you should bear in mind I will have a talk with the yankee if I don’t see you there. If you happen to get lost by watering the plants, that is,” Arthur gulped and, once he left the house, let the goosebumps roam through his body. HE didn’t want to stay in the building anymore, so he decided he’d take a walk before preparing himself for the dinner, with the intention of avoiding thinking about the matter for as long as he could, as well as his sudden urge to hold Alfred.  What was wrong with him? He was the one been threatened, blackmailed or— Arthur wasn’t sure he even wanted to know— and he was thinking of him, that —that man who had made it clear for him that he thought everything had been a mistake. It was ridiculous, more than that even. It was delusional.

*

“Oh, my god, oh my god. Tino, my friend, come here!” Francis spoke from the other flat. Tino marched toward him, and Francis let him look through the peephole.

“—That Arthur?”

“Yes!”

“Leaving…  Braginsky’s… house?” Tino looked puzzled. “What could he be there for? Does he— are we out of sugar or something?”

Francis stared at him blankly for a couple of seconds, until Tino’s expression changed.

“You don’t think he’s the one Arthur is—?”

“Oh, of course he is!” Francis jumped to the couch in an excited manner. “Those pants we found must’ve been from someone as tall as him, non? Oh and— and the colours, Tino! We knew that russkie was proud of his country, so proud that of course he would have underwear of the colours from his flag! I told you none of my lovers had left them here!” Tino nodded repeatedly, raising his arms so Francis would stop bouncing.

“I know, I know. I apologise, but what could I think? Arthur’s so— I can’t believe it, he and creepy Braginsky…”

“We always knew our cher Arthur had a bizarre taste for lovers,” Francis covered his face as he chuckled loudly. “You know what we are going to do. Don’t you, Tino?”

“Hmm?”

Francis turned to look at him: his eyes lit with both malice and amusement. “We’re going to the Vargas’ Christmas dinner, mon ami.”

*

Rudolph the red nose reindeer had a very shiny nose and if you ever saw it you would even say it glows…

“Shit, do we really need to listen to Christmas carols all the evening?” Gilbert complained stretching his hair. Antonio clicked his tongue.

“It’s Christmas, this shit’s time. Don’t make drama out of it.”

“Oh, you shut up. You’re so bitter since Lovi dumped you.”

“Hey, I was bitter before too,” he said, when Tino and Francis sat next to them. “Oh, you look at them. The good and the bad boy. Where’s the ugly?”

Francis smirked. “I take he’ll come soon. Oh, look, Tino! The seats are assigned!” he gestured the signs next to every chair, and proceeded to change Arthur’s.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Gilbert said as he saw Francis put the sign next to Ivan’s. Francis gave him a sardonic smile, and exchanged a look with Tino, who nodded briefly. When the couple of the night had arrived, Ivan smiled and pulled Arthur from his sleeve towards their sits. Alfred came in not much later.

“Alfred, cher, how are you?” his father kissed his cheeks, but Alfred’s eyes were focused on Arthur, at the opposite side of the table. Arthur seemed to ignore him awkwardly, which made Alfred stare at him with more intensity. Francis catched it up, although he didn’t seem to pick on Alfred’s real intentions. “Ah, you’ve seen it too. Our dear Arthur, as pure as Virgin Mary, has a boytoy. ‘s strange to think about it, isn’t it?”

“You’re making this up. Poor oldies are senile, you shouldn’t listen to them.”

“Oh, but we saw,” Tino hunched his body towards Alfred. “They entered Ivan’s flat really close, and then we saw Arthur leave more breathless than that time he thought there was a ghost in the house,” the pair snickered. “Oh, yes! And they were whispering —like two lovers, arranging their next “secret” meeting. And Gil says he saw Ivan giving Arthur this necklace that he’s wearing now.”

Alfred didn’t even want to look. He felt sick, and just wanted to take Arthur from Ivan’s sight. Was he being selfish? Alfred knew he was, especially the more he thought about his attitude the day before. Alfred sighed: he’d been wanting to apologise to him and his guilt seemed to burn his insides.

And now they were there, and Alfred couldn’t help to think that Arthur was wearing that sweater that hightlighted his figure so much, exposing it at whatever things Ivan Braginsky was thinking on doing to him.

“Hello, where is Ludwig?” Feli interrupted his thoughts. He sat next to Alfred, carrying what looked like a present with him. “I had— I had a surprise for him.”

“He told me he’d be coming,” said Gilbert, and patted Feli on the back. Roman walked to the table carrying a dish of roasted lamb and potatoes.

“Well,” said Roman, “I believe we should start eating now. I’ll leave the door open if anyone else wants to come,” but, just before anyone could taste the Vargas’ dinner, a certainly disheveled Ludwig Beilschmdt stormed into the room.

“Feliciano, I want to break up with you.”

“What?!” Feli stood up, with his face red and eyes that looked as if he’d been punched.

“What the fuck are you talking about, brother?” said Gilbert. Ludwig looked daggers at him while walking towards them.

“You shut up! This is all your fault! You couldn’t stand the fact that I was happy, could you! You just had to steal my boyfriend!”

“What is he talking about?” murmured Alfred.

“Oh my god! Are you an item?” Francis exclaimed, but Ludwig ignored him and, before anyone could stop him, he threw himself upon his brother. Soon enough, they started wrestling in the living room, while Feli and Antonio tried to separate them. At the same time, the Christmas carols were interrupted by presumably rude German idioms. Francis looked between them, amused to the bone.

“And there was I thinking the cherry on top would be Arthur’s new boyfriend,” immediately, Arthur made a sound as if he’d just choked with his drink, and opened his eyes wide.

“Did you tell them?!” he spit out, glaring at Ivan, and the neighbours whistled by the revelation.

“What did you do to him?!” Alfred yelled. “You’re sick! I don’t know what you’ve done to Arthur to convince him of this, but I’m not going to allow you taking advantage of him.”

“What are you talking about?” Ivan seemed to challenge him. “I think the only one who’s taken advantage of Arthur is you,” with the last statement, Alfred jumped to their side and grabbed Ivan by the collar. He pushed him to the floor, while Ivan kicked his legs as hard as he could. Ludwig and Gilbert were still fighting, silencing the uncontrolled cries of Feli. Alfred punched Ivan as hard as he could, while he was sure Ivan pretended to kill him right there. As soon as he scratched Alfred’s neck, Ivan freed himself from the grip  and yelled something that could be heard across the whole building.

“Arthur and Alfred had sex yesterday!”

“What?!” for the first time of the night, the playful smile Francis had been wearing was gone. Tino grabbed him, but Francis tried to escape by kicking the air. “Let me go! Sacre bleu! Arthur Kirkland! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you, fils de pute!”

Sitting in one of the dinner’s chairs, godfather Roman cursed between his teeth.

“I just wanted a normal Christmas eve,” he murmured.

*

“So,” the police officer broke the silence, looking through his notebook, “You wanted to give your boyfriend a paint of you but he thought you were cheating on him?” Feliciano nodded, and Ludwig looked down in shame. “All right, that’s clear. You can go,” he said, and they both left the flat. Ivan left with them after being asked by the other officer, and offered the couple they could clean themselves on his house, as it had more towels.

“But don’t go into the room,” he warned playfully, following them to their path.

Gilbert was on the ambulance, complaining about how his perfect nose would be crooked thanks to his brother’s stubbornness.

“And you…” the officer looked at Arthur, “You screwed your friend’s son, who’s also the building’s porter,  and accepted go to the Christmas Eve’s dinner with your neighbour, who hates your friend’s son, if he would keep the secret?” When confronted with the absurdness of his plan, Arthur couldn’t help to nod. “Man, you’re an asshole.”

“I know. I’ll talk to my flatmate about it.”

“Then I’d do it soon; we’ve given him a couple of tranquilizers,” the officer gestured towards Francis, who sung French carols while remained lied down on the Vargas’ couch. “Is there something else? I mean, we’re normally used to some kind of conflict in Christmas Eve, but this is by far the worst,” he said before leaving. Alfred, who was putting himself ice on his left eye, inched closer as Arthur finished his statement.

“You accepted to be with that creep just to protect me?”

“It wasn’t just for you; I also didn’t want Francis to kill me,” Arthur fumed, and saw Alfred looking at him from the corner of his eye. “What?”

“Cut the crap, Arthur. We’ve gone through everything that could be wrong in a relationship without having one. Don’t you think it’s a signal?”

“A signal to what?”

“A signal to be together,” Alfred spoke fast. He breathed in, as if to gather strength. “Oh, Arthur, this days have been hectic. I’m —I’m sorry for what I did, I didn’t know what to do and then I saw that you were with Ivan and I… I didn’t know what to think. I tried to don’t care but… But I care, and I want to care, Arthur. I think I like you,” Alfred said. Arthur’s face seemed to heat. “Do you think we might try to work it out?”

Arthur stared at him intently, as if he was thinking about his options. After some time, he took the necklace off and, once he was free, smiled at Alfred.

“I don’t know, Alfred, but I do think you’re smart enough to know we’re under mistletoe and I want to kiss you very, very much.”

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The legal plan to stop senators from telling Trump: ‘You’re fired’

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The legal plan to stop senators from telling Trump: ‘You’re fired’

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The lawyers who pushed and defended the actions that got Donald Trump impeached are now tasked with keeping the president in office.

It was the White House counsel’s team that provided the legal justification for the president’s decision to stonewall congressional subpoenas — a move that led to an article of impeachment. And it was Trump’s TV bulldog and ostensible personal lawyer, Rudy Giuliani, who nudged on the president’s attempts to lean on Ukraine to open politically advantageous investigations — a pressure campaign that led to another article of impeachment.

Now, they all have a role to play as they plot their strategy to get Trump acquitted in his upcoming impeachment trial — both within the ornate Senate chamber and on the all-important conservative media circuit. It’s a well-worn Trump strategy: Act first, lawyer up later. And it has often made his attorneys part of the story when they inevitably get questions about Trump’s behavior. The upcoming Senate trial will be no different.

In the Senate, White House counsel Pat Cipollone will deliver opening arguments and take the lead. He’ll be flanked by two of his deputies, Michael Purpura and Patrick Philbin, who will be stationed at the president’s defense table ready to parse the Democratic prosecution’s arguments and cross examine any witnesses. Then there’s Jay Sekulow, the longest-serving member of the president’s personal legal team, who is expected to make his own trial presentation delving into the Ukraine scandal and denouncing any attempts by Democrats to link the president’s behavior to Robert Mueller’s election interference investigation.

Outside the chamber, Giuliani will remain his omnipresent self, whether Trump’s in-house legal team likes it or not. Even though the former New York mayor has been sidelined from the actual trial, that’s hardly stopped him from brashly defending the president on TV — or stopped Trump from giving his personal lawyer kudos for doing so.

Embracing their client’s always-confident style, the president’s lawyers are likewise predicting total victory.

“I’m completely convinced, based on the facts and law, we will succeed,” Sekulow said in an interview.

Not all the details of the strategy are set in stone. Although the trial could begin as soon as the end of this week, Senate leaders have yet to agree on a final structure for the trial, including critical aspects like whether there will be witnesses. As a result, Trump’s lawyers are staying flexible.

“You’ve got to be prepared for any contingency,” Sekulow said.

They do have several items already in motion. A trial brief picking apart the House’s case could be formally entered into the record later this week, after House Speaker Nancy Pelosi transmits the articles of impeachment to the Senate. Trump’s lawyers aren’t saying exactly what will go into the document, but they are pledging during the trial to go point by point in response to the allegations and evidence that House Democrats produced during last year’s impeachment probe.

“Our defense will address each of the issues and the appropriate facts,” Sekulow said.

Logistically, the Trump legal team plans to be constantly on the move — shuffling back and forth along Pennsylvania Avenue between Capitol Hill and the White House, where the president will monitor the proceedings and live tweeting his own commentary while in town. Trump does plan to travel during the trial, too, including next week to a global economic summit in Davos, Switzerland, and to campaign rallies later this month in New Jersey and Iowa.

Cipollone, Purpura and Sekulow all are also preparing to take part in any cross examinations, even though Republican leaders have punted a vote on this issue until further along in the process. Each of Trump’s attorneys has extensive experience in court hearings and trials, and people who know them warn not to underestimate their effectiveness.

“If there are witnesses, he’s going to crush some people,” said a former senior Trump adviser about Cipollone, who handled a range of commercial and corporate litigation cases while in private practice.

Ringers also remain in the mix to back up the president. Retired Harvard law professor Alan Dershowitz is a potential late add to the Trump team for a presentation on the constitutional issues central to the impeachment probe. And a handful of House Republicans who played the role of Trump attack dogs during the impeachment hearings — namely Reps. Jim Jordan and John Ratcliffe — could be tapped to make Senate appearances.

As for Giuliani, Trump’s most famous lawyer, the former New York mayor isn’t expected to be a physical presence in the Capitol. Sources close to the president’s legal team said last fall that Giuliani would be sidelined during a Trump impeachment trial if it focuses on Ukraine. That’s the exact scenario that has played out.

But Giuliani hasn’t been sidelined in the media — he’s just kept playing the role that he assumed the moment he became a member of the president’s legal entourage in April 2018. In the last couple of days, Giuliani published an op-ed in the Daily Caller arguing that the Supreme Court could toss out the House-passed impeachment articles as unconstitutional. He then explained his reasoning in a Fox News appearance Saturday night with Jeannie Pirro that earned a “Thank you Rudy!” tweet from Trump himself about 75 minutes after the show aired.

Just like in his earlier business career, lawyers have been a central part of the Trump era. Often, they’ve become part of the story itself.

After serving as Donald Trump’s all-purpose legal fixer during the 2016 election, Michael Cohen ended up in the legal crosshairs himself. His work for Trump ultimately led to a guilty plea and a three-year prison sentence for tax fraud and lying about hush money payments to a porn star — crimes that implicated the president.

The work that Trump’s first White House counsel, Don McGahn, did for the president later made him a witness for Mueller’s team as it investigated whether the president illegally tried to thwart the Russia probe. McGahn ended up spending 30 hours meeting with Mueller’s investigators.

Giuliani, meantime, has hired his own criminal defense attorneys amid federal scrutiny of his business dealings in Ukraine that occurred in parallel with his efforts to gather information for Trump as his lawyer.

The key members of the Trump legal team that will be in the spotlight during the impeachment trial represent a blend of the old and new.

Sekulow, 63, became a personal attorney for the president in the summer of 2017, not long after Mueller’s appointment. A well-known conservative attorney and head of the nonprofit American Center for Law & Justice, Sekulow outlasted many of his contemporaries on the Trump legal team by serving as a prominent public defender of the president on TV and on his own daily radio show.

Alongside Giuliani, Sekulow helped lead negotiations with the special counsel’s lawyers over an interview with Trump. The duo ultimately secured an obligation to only respond to written questions, while averting a legal fight over a subpoena. Sekulow has also argued a dozen cases before the Supreme Court. He’ll fight another round in front of the high court in March, when the Trump attorney will help defend the president against subpoenas for his financial and tax records.

“That’s really valuable experience,” said Paul McNulty, a former George W. Bush Justice Department deputy attorney general who served as a key GOP aide to the House Judiciary Committee during President Bill Clinton’s impeachment proceedings.

Trump’s current crop of White House lawyers were also brought on specifically to deal with issues like impeachment.

Cipollone, 53, replaced McGahn in late 2018, making a return to government for the first time since the George H.W. Bush administration. He was no stranger to Trump’s world. Cipollone first met Trump during the 2016 presidential campaign via an introduction from conservative commentator and longtime friend Laura Ingraham. He later helped prep the GOP nominee for his debates with Hillary Clinton.

As White House counsel, Cipollone restocked the president’s official legal team with about 20 attorneys specifically assigned to the kinds of oversight issues that Democrats ultimately used to launch impeachment proceedings.

That group included Philbin, a former colleague at Kirkland and Ellis who served in senior positions at the George W. Bush Justice Department, at one point even working as a top aide to then-Deputy Attorney General James Comey.

Purpura, a former federal prosecutor from the Southern District of New York and George W. Bush White House aide, had been on the shortlist early on in the Trump administration for a lifetime judicial appointment based in Hawaii. But that nomination never came, and Purpura ultimately left a high-paying, private-equity job in real estate to come work in the Trump White House.

John Hueston, a former federal prosecutor and close friend of Purpura, called Purpura “truly a master strategist and a rare one because he has that skill at both the trial level and also behind the scenes in investigations.”

“In fact, much of his best work is unknown because of his extremely good work at terminating investigations before they become public,” said Hueston, who has served as an outside adviser to California Democratic Sen. Kamala Harris on judicial nominations.

The Cipollone-led Trump legal team has blocked House Democrats from the start.

It has rejected a request for documents related to private discussions between Russian President Vladimir Putin and Trump. It has blocked former Trump White House communications director Hope Hicks from responding to any substantive questions connected to the Mueller probe during a closed-door deposition with House investigators.

And after the Ukraine scandal broke, the team rejected any pretense of participating in the Democratic investigation and instead urged House Democrats in December to impeach the president “fast” so that the Senate could move quick to acquit him. That stance led to the second article of impeachment against Trump for obstruction of Congress.

No matter their résumés, Democrats argue that the president’s attorneys should expect to face complications during the Senate trial that could cost them Republican votes. That includes working for a president who has shown little in the way of impulse control, despite the counsel of his lawyers.

“The best lawyers can only do so much with a difficult client and a difficult case,” said Ted Kalo, a Democratic strategist who briefly worked for Pelosi and the House Judiciary Committee on messaging during their December impeachment effort.

“That challenge is further exacerbated,” he added, “by a difficult client who appears to be set on a defense strategy that’s appealing to Fox News prime-time hosts but not necessarily moderates of the Senate.”

Anita Kumar contributed to this report.

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From Fifth Avenue.

The sanctuary.

Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church’s tower clock still runs on its original gravity-powered mechanism, installed in 1875. These gears transfer the power from the central mechanism to the hands on the clock’s three faces. It is a beautiful piece of machinery that has been carefully maintained for nearly 150 years.

Looking down on Fifth Avenue and East 55th Street from the clock tower of Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church.

Location 7 West 55th Street at Fifth Avenue Manhattan

Faith Christian (Presbyterian)

Founded 1808

Current building Completed: 9 May 1875 Architect: Carl Pfeiffer (Surprisingly, Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church is not listed on either the National Register of Historic Places or as a New York City landmark.)

Fifth Avenue is in many ways New York’s Main Street.1 It divides the streets2 on Manhattan’s grid into east and west. It is lined with some of the city’s most recognizable landmarks: the Flatiron Building, the Empire State Building, the New York Public Library, Rockefeller Center, St. Patrick’s Cathedral, the Plaza Hotel, Central Park, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the Guggenheim, to name a few. The stretch in Midtown between the library, at 42nd Street, and the park, at 59th Street, runs through the heart of one of the most exclusive high-end shopping districts in the world.

And it is there, in the hustle and bustle and consumerism of Fifth Avenue, at the corner of West 55th Street, that you will find the stately calm of Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church (FAPC). Back in 1873, when the congregation of what was then called Cedar Street Presbyterian Church bought a plot of land for their new building, this was far uptown; many people never expected the city to extend much past 59th Street.

I can’t say I’ve done much, if any, shopping on Fifth Avenue, but I have passed this church a number of times. Though the city has grown up around it and it is now dwarfed by Midtown’s skyscrapers, FAPC’s clock tower still reigns over the corner of Fifth Avenue and 55th Street. So when I saw that FAPC occasionally offers tours that take visitors up into the clock tower, I knew I needed to add it to my list.

The tour began in the Kirkland Chapel, a lovely, smaller chapel just inside the West 55th Street entrance, behind the main sanctuary. It was there that our tour guides, Gail and John Crane, were married over 50 years ago, and we all benefited from their personal connection to and intimate knowledge of FAPC and its history. The Kirkland Chapel was constructed in 1925, half a century after the main part of the church, and is constructed of pressed concrete, but the restrained Gothic detailing gives it a timeless feel.

From there our guides took us into the main sanctuary. As a Mormon, it reminded me a lot of the Tabernacle on Temple Square in Salt Lake City, with wooden pews on a sloping floor, a wraparound balcony and curved ceiling above, all dominated by a large organ3 over the pulpit. Mrs. Crane pointed out that the windows we could see from the sanctuary are not actually outside windows; the sanctuary was constructed with a double wall, which not only protects the stained glass from the elements but also keeps the sanctuary warmer in the winter and cooler in the summer. It also provides soundproofing, making the sanctuary remarkably quiet in spite of the traffic and noise of one of the busiest parts of New York City.

Mrs. Crane also noted that FAPC had a very early form of air conditioning. Wooden louvers used to be in place under the pews in the sanctuary. Large blocks of ice would be placed in the basement below, with fans blowing air across them. In the ceiling above, panels were opened, and the entire room became a sort of flue to pull warm air out and cool air in. (In fact, a modern air conditioning system wasn’t installed until 2003.) In winter, the church is heated with steam from Con Edison’s district steam system, the largest such system in the world.4

After spending some time admiring the Victorian Gothic architecture of the sanctuary, we were ready for the highlight of the tour: the attic above the sanctuary’s curved ceiling and the clock tower.5 We took an elevator to the third floor, then a short flight of stairs down to a door with a sign that read “Sanctuary attic — authorized personnel only”. I’ve always appreciated opportunities to go past signs like that.

The attic was a voluminous space that filled the length and width of the church. We walked in on a narrow wooden catwalk with metal rails painted a bright yellow. The church’s peaked roof rose overhead; directly in front of and below us on the catwalk was the other side of the sanctuary’s ornate stenciled ceiling, though painted gray and covered with the dust of nearly 150 years. The church’s director of facilities, Derek Maddalena, was excited to point out the history and 19th-century technological innovation contained even in this space rarely open to public view: the sanctuary’s old gas lamps, the winch system that allows him and his staff to lower the sanctuary’s newer electric lamps to replace the bulbs, the new masonry necessitated by a snowstorm earlier in this century.

Then each member of the tour group went one by one up a steep wooden staircase — almost more ladder than stairs — to an upper catwalk. This led to the front of the church and a doorway into the south tower. It opened into a large square room with bare brick walls nearly 60 centimeters (2 feet) thick. Three of the walls each had three narrow windows with pointed Gothic arches high off the floor; sunlight streamed in through one from over Fifth Avenue, illuminating dust flying in the air before splashing a puddle of sunlight on the plain wooden floor. A wooden staircase with a single landing went up two of the walls to the next floor above. A wooden framework hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room, which Mr. Maddalena explained was the pendulum of the tower clock. Along the room’s western wall, to the right as we walked in, was another framework that extended through the floor. This contained a bucket filled with rocks which served as the clock’s weights, like those on a grandfather clock. Mr. Maddalena explained that the clock had never been electrified and still ran using the same gravity-powered mechanism it had used since the church’s completion in 1875. The weights still had to be wound up once a week by the facilities staff.

We were then invited to ascend the stairway in the corner of the room to the next floor, where we saw the actual clock mechanism itself. It was housed in what almost looked like a little shack or cabin in the middle of the dark room near the very top of the tower, right behind the clock’s three faces. Mr. Maddalena even invited us into the little shack, two or three at a time (which was all it would hold), so we could see up close the 150-year-old timepiece that still runs the clock tower that reigns over Fifth Avenue. Nearly every piece of the mechanism, the director of facilities explained, is the original. This is something that Mr. Maddalena and his staff and their predecessors have faithfully cared for over nearly a century and a half. It is a remarkable instrument.

We were literally at the high point of our tour, and then it was time to go down. We returned the way we came: down the staircase in the corner, out of the tower and down the catwalk in the attic, down the ladder-stair one by one, and to the elevator. Back down to the ground level and eventually back out to the traffic and noise of Fifth Avenue.

It is almost impossible to visit a church and not have my eyes drawn heavenward. But in this case, I was literally taken heavenward up into a clock tower, and when I returned to the earth it was with a renewed appreciation for those whose faith and devotion have cared for this place for so long — a place that has remained virtually unchanged for a century and a half as a city has grown up around it, that has counted time for shoppers and workers on Fifth Avenue for nearly 150 years but has itself stood still, timeless and firm.

Want to visit?

Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church offers a tour every Sunday, after the 11.00am service most times of the year (this service takes place at 10.00am between Memorial Day and Labor Day). It also offers tours on Saturdays during Advent and Lent. For more information, check out the tours page on the church’s website.

Extended tours that take visitors to the attic and up the clock tower, like the one I went on, take place several times a year — once every month or so. See the calendar for specific dates and additional information.

Admittedly there is a street in each borough of New York City called Main Street, though most of them are not particularly central or prominent. ↩

In the grid that covers most of Manhattan Island, “streets” run approximately east–west and are generally narrower and much more closely spaced than “avenues”, which run more or less north–south and are often quite broad. ↩

FAPC’s organ is one of the largest in New York City, with over 7,000 pipes. Mrs. Crane explained that the pipes visible in the organ case in the sanctuary are functional, though they are not currently connected to the organ. ↩

For more on how a district steam system works, I highly recommend Kate Ascher’s fantastic book The Works: Anatomy of a City. On Con Edison’s network it notes, “New York’s subterranean steam network constitutes the biggest district steam system in the world — double the size of Paris’s, Europe’s largest system, and bigger than the next four American systems combined” (page 116). ↩

Our tour guide noted that FAPC, whose tower rises 87.2 meters (286 feet), was the tallest building in Manhattan when it was completed in 1875. This is even taller than the towers of the Brooklyn Bridge, which are 84.3 meters (276.5 feet) tall. It was surpassed as the city’s tallest building in 1890 when the 106.6-meter (350-foot) New York World Building, which stood on Park Row across from city hall, was completed. ↩

Week 7: Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church Location 7 West 55th Street at Fifth Avenue Manhattan Faith Christian (Presbyterian) Founded 1808 Current building…

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Within the LA dance community, there is a propensity to view each studio as exclusive to one style only, in the sense that Millennium Dance Complex is renowned for hip hop whereas dancers go to Edge for its stellar contemporary training.  While many view Playground LA as an pretentious space for exclusively elite commercial dancers, there is reason to believe that the studio caters to all with a zealous interest in the arts. From being founded by two extremely different dancers, acclaiming strict guidelines of support and respect and hosting affordable classes, Playground LA is indeed inclusive to more than the presumed one type of dancer.            Opened in February 6th 2017 by the surprising duo: Robin Antin and Kenny Wormald, Playground LA really fosters and pushes the growth of dancers in all styles. From creating the renowned Pussycat Dolls to judging ‘So You Think You Can Dance’, Antin’s appealing resume encourages a certain demographic, young females, to come to the studio. Given that Los Angeles is the commercial dance capital of the world (http://www.dancetraveleat.com/a-dancers-guide-to-los-angeles/) , there are thousands of girls who come to Playground LA every week, benefiting from the heels and commercial classes taught by esteemed choreographers like Brinn Nicole and Nicole Kirkland. These choreographers represent Antin’s background and intentions for creating the studio in Melrose. On the other hand, Wormald comes from an entirely differently background, from learning hip hop on the streets of Boston as a young boy, to staring in Footloose. Wormald actually teaches at the studio himself and through his presence, more young males come to what is conventionally proposed to be a girly commercial studio. Bringing both the male and female demographic to the studio is key to showing how the studio is inclusive to all dancers.        As both Antin and Wormald have years of experience in the commercial dance industry themselves, they acknowledge the unfortunate disrespectful and catty behaviour that often occurs in dance studios. In order to make the studio a more amicable and pleasant environment, they have a strict set of guidelines displayed on the front wall as you enter the studio. The rules on the wall assert the fact that ‘boo-ing’ other dancers will not be tolerated, and that you must clap when others are finished performing. Although these seem like common sense requirements, most successful renowned dance studios in LA such as Millennium Dance Complex and Debbie Reynolds Studio do not outwardly encourage this positive behaviour, leaving opportunity for unkind and disrespectful behaviour in class. As Playground LA is visited by thousands of commercial dancers in LA every month, the regulations set by this studio really do affect a lot of dancers. Not only does this create a more friendly and productive atmosphere, but it teaches young dancers respectful behaviour that they will hopefully carry out into their professional dance careers, leading to the the whole LA commercial dance industry becoming a place of reverence and appreciation for one another.  Moreover, keeping antagonistic energies and over-competitiveness out of the studio makes everybody feel more contented in trying their best and performing well.       Though it is common to feel nervous when performing to a room of dancers, imagine having to also perform to whoever is walking by on the street outside as well. At Playground LA, the glass front door makes it accessible for pedestrians to stop and look into class and see who is dancing. As Melrose is a very artsy district of Los Angeles, the pedestrians traipsing down the avenue are often tourists or artists themselves, who do stop to take a look inside. With the friendly environment fostered by Playground, students in class are made to feel comfortable and welcomed dancing with the others in the studio with them, and because that is so sacred it is not an interference to have the general public glance in too. On the other hand, some dancers may still find it intimidating that people who do not necessarily possess knowledge of the art can walk past and judge them, making Playground LA seem like an intimidating and unwelcoming place. However, overall I do believe the exposure is positive and does in fact make the studio inclusive, by inviting dance enthusiasts and potential clients in to have a look at what is going on without actually partaking in the activities inside the studio doors.        Distinguished founders Antin and Wormald aspire to use Playground LA to make dance a primordial part of LA culture for everyone, not just dancers. Besides from having the glass doors so people can look into the studio, they host beginner and elementary level classes, so newcomers can feel welcome in a professional environment too. Moreover, they offer the first ten classes you take at the studio for $60, so more people are inclined to try it out. After the initial ten classes, each class you take is $25, as the choreographers really are the most esteemed and best in the industry. This dramatic price drop in the first ten is what entices people to come try out dancing, and for some, just ten classes will give them a new passion and talent to pursue, making dance more inclusive and accessible to everyone. This of course is a wise business decision, as the hope is after ten classes you start paying full price and coming regularly, though because the core intention is to get the community dancing, it is not to be seen as a negative aspect of Playground LA.         In conclusion, Playground LA really is an inclusive space for the citizens of LA. Being a city of art and culture, dance plays a primordial role and having a professional dance studio be so inclusive to so many people……………………….

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CHARBROIL : 461230403 CharBroil , 461230404 CharBroil , 461252605 Terrace Series , 463230203 , 463230703 Charbroil , 463230703 Front Avenue , 463240804 , 463240904 , 463241205 CharBroil , 463241704 , 463241804 , 463242304 Charbroil , 463243804 , 463243904 , 463244004 , 463244104 , 463244105 , 463244404 , 463244405 , 463247004 , 463247005 , 463251505 , 463251605 , 463252005 Charbroil , 463252105 , 463253905 , 463254405 , 463254406 , 463261306 , 463261406 , 463261407 , 463324904 , 463422107 , 464232004 , 464246004 Char-Broil , 466242404 Char-Broil , 466242504 CharBroil , 483242304

COLEMAN : 461230403 Coleman

FRONT AVENUE : 463241205 , 463242304 , 464246004 , 466242404 , 466242504

KIRKLAND : 463230703

THERMOS : 461230403 , 461230404 , 461240504 , 461246804 , 461252605

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13 3/4 inch Cast Iron 3-Pack Gas Grill Burner Replacement Parts for Charbroil, Centro, Front Avenue, Costco Kirkland, Thermos Gas Grill Models

Fits Charbroil Models: 463240804, 463240904, 463241704, 463241804, 463247004, 463251505, 463251605, 463252005, 463252105, 463261306, 463261406. Charbroil Part Numbers: 80000023, 80000349, 80018594, 80001449, 8001006. Fits Front Avenue Models: 463230703, 463241205, 463242304, 464246004, 466242404, 466242504; Front Avenue Part Numbers: 80000023, 80001449.

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3 PACK GLOSS CAST IRON COOKING GRID REPLACEMENT FOR KIRKLAND, CHARBROIL 463240804, 463240904, 463241704, 463241804, 463247004, 463251505, 463251605, 463252005, 463252105 GAS GRILL MODELS

Fits Kirkland Models:   463230703 , Front Avenue Kmart Models: 640-641215405 Master Chef Models: T420LP, 85-3004-2, 85-3005-0, 85-3062-2, 85-3063-0, G45101, G45102, G45104, G45105, G45123, G45124, S420LP, T420, T440 Savor Pro Models: GD4205S-M Thermos Models: 461230403, 461230404, 461246804, 461262409, 500, Heatwave, 461334813, 463322012, 466360113, 500, C-34G, C-34GS, HEATWAVE Vermont Castings Models : 8000 Series, VC0680N, VC0680P

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#Kirkland Grills Replace Heat #Place With #Exact Fit 463230703 Model in #Affordable Price

Fits Front Avenue Models: 463241205, 463242304, 464246004, 466242404, 466242504 Fits Kirkland Models: 463230703, FRONT AVENUEFits Thermos Models: 461230403, 461230404, 461240504, 461246804, Fits Coleman Models: 461230403 Compatible Part Numbers: CBHP4, 80000273, 80000855, 94011, chr80000273, MCM94011 Dimensions : 15″ x 4 3/16″ Material : Stainless Steel SHOP NOW!!

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3 Pack Cast Iron Burner for Front Avenue 463241205, Centro 4000, Costco Kirkland & Coleman 461230403 Gas Models

Fits COLEMAN : 461230403, Fits FRONT AVENUE : 463241205, 463242304, 464246004, 466242404, 466242504 Fits KIRKLAND : 463230703, Fits THERMOS : 461230403, 461230404, 461240504, 461246804, 461252605 Dimensions : 13-3/4″ x 2″ Material: Cast Iron Burner SHOP NOW!!

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REPLACEMENT STAINLESS STEEL HEAT PLATE FOR KIRKLAND 463230703, CHARBROIL, CENTRO AND THERMOS 461230403 GRILLS

Fits Centro Models: 4000, 85-1210-2, 85-1250-6, G40204, G40205, 85-1095-6 (2003), 85-1198-2 (2003), 85-1250-6 (2004), G40200, G40202 Fits Kirkland Models: 463230703, FRONT AVENUE Fits Thermos Models: 461230403, 461230404, 461240504, 461246804, Fits Coleman: 461230403 Fits Compatible Part Numbers: CBHP4, 80000273, 80000855, chr80000273 Dimensions : 15" x 4 3/16" Material : Stainless Steel.

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Char Broil Flame Tamers | Stainless Steel Flame Tamers For Char-Broil 464246004, Char Broil 466242404, Char Broil 463240804, Char Broil 463241804, Char Broil 463247004, Char Broil 463243904, Char Broil 463244004, Char Broil 463247004, Char Broil 463261306, Char Broil 463244405, Char Broil 461252705, Char Broil 461230403, Char Broil 461230404, Char Broil 461240504, Char Broil 461246804, Char Broil 461252605, Char Broil 463230703, Char Broil 463240804, Char Broil 463241205, Char Broil Char Broil 463241704, Char Broil 463242304, Char Broil 463243804, Char Broil 463244104, Char Broil Char Broil 463244105, Char Broil 463244404, Char Broil 463247404, Char Broil 463251705, Char Broil 463252005, Char Broil 463252105 Char Broil 463252205, Char Broil 463253905, Char Broil 463254405, Char Broil 463254406, Char Broil 463261406, Char Broil 463261407, Char Broil 464232004, Char Broil Char Broil 464246004, Char Broil 466242404, Char Broil 466242504, Char Broil 463240804, Char Broil 463240904, Char Broil 463241804, Char Broil 463247504, Char Broil 463251505, Char Broil 463251605, Char Broil 463230203, Char Broil 463247005, Char Broil 483242304, Char Broil 465230703, 

Fits Compatible Part Numbers: CBHP4, 80000273, 80000855, 94011, chr80000273, MCM94011

Dimensions : 15" x 4 3/16"

Material : Stainless Steel

We Highly Recommend That You Measure The Size Of Your Original Parts and Compare Them To What We Have Listed Before Your Order.

Fits Compatible Models :

CENTRO : 4000AS , 85-1095-6 (2003) , 85-1198-2 (2003) , 85-1210-2 , 85-1250-6 , 85-1250-6 (2004) , g40200 , G40202 , G40204 , G40205

CHARBROIL : 461230403 CharBroil , 461230404 CharBroil , 461240504 CharBroil , 461252605 Terrace Series , 461252705 CharBroil , 463230203 , 463230603 , 463230703 Charbroil , 463230703 Front Avenue , 463240804 , 463240904 , 463241205 CharBroil , 463241704 , 463241804 , 463242304 Charbroil , 463243804 , 463243904 , 463244004 , 463244104 , 463244105 , 463244404 , 463244405 , 463247004 , 463247005 , 463247404 , 463247504 , 463251505 , 463251605 , 463251705 , 463252005 Charbroil , 463252105 , 463252205 , 463253905 , 463254205 , 463254405 , 463254406 , 463261306 , 463261406 , 463261407 , 464232004 , 464246004 Char-Broil , 465230703 , 466242404 Char-Broil , 466242504 CharBroil , 483242304

COLEMAN : 461230403 Coleman

FRONT AVENUE : 463241205 , 463242304 , 464246004 , 466242404 , 466242504

KIRKLAND : 463230703

THERMOS : 461230403 , 461230404 , 461240504 , 461246804 , 461252605

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