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"Oh, ma chère, you finally arrived.", Pepé grabs the cats arm and holds them giving them welcoming kisses muah muah muah "What are you waiting for? On y va! (Let's go!)"
The cat is flustered and stares at the wall completely overwhelmed by the situation. "E- e- e-", the feline is unable to speak, "I- I-"
"Why are you acting like this, ma chère?", Pepé turns his head sideways as he delivers another kiss muah, "I missed giving you these kisses. What happened?"
"Wh- who are you?", the cat asks agitated.
Pepé freezes. His grip slowly loosened and he scans the cat again realising the cat he saw wasn't the molly he expected but a tom.
"My name's Sylvester", the cat lisps as his cheeks blush. Out of surprise? Out of embarrassment? Most likely both. "H- hello."
"Ah, I apologize", Pepé lets him go as he continues smirking. He takes another glance at the cat and analyzes their appearance. They really looked like Penelope, didn't they? Pepé takes Sylvester's hand again giving it a small kiss as he shares a thought of his: "You know? You do look like you have what it takes to become an actor, mon cher. I mean, I confused you for an actress, that should speak for itself."
"Oh- Thank you", Sylvester nods as he tries to leave the grip of the well-dressed skunk.
As the grip of Pepé slightly tightens, he becomes even more uncomfortable and just pulls his right hand back as fast as he can… resulting in the skunk falling to the ground.
"Oh, sorry", the cat lisps, "I didn't mean to- You just pulled my hand and I-"
"No worries, mon cher", Pepé chuckles, "This isn't the first time this happend. Though you were pulling quite fast, I forgive you." Pepé tries to look Sylvester in the eyes as the feline avoids eye contact and tries propose his offer again: "But my offer still stands. You could function as a background actor. All actors start small and build their way up."
"I don't know if being an actor is the right thing for me…", Sylvester admits quietly, "I've always gotten comments about my lisping. I don't think this is the right thing for me." Sylvester scratches his arm, which is covered by his grey uniform.
"Well", Pepé smirks, "I think you could do it."
Sylvester turns his head sideways: "You think so?"
Pepé shrugs: "Of course, mon cher" and tries to hold the cat's hand again; gentler this time, "I think you should try it. We…", he slightly presses his lips, "We actually need a few background actors and sadly—or better fortunately—I'd offer you a position. Would you be interested now?"
"You know what? You convinced me.", Sylvester lisps again and then asks: "So… when am I going to start?"
Pepé lets out a chuckle which usually means he’s laughing at someone but he found it genuinely adorable this time: "My my, mon cher, hold your horses. You will most likely… start in a week."
"A week?", Sylvester asks, "Isn't that a bit early?"
"Your role won't be too big, you can do it.", the skunk encourages surprised as he expected him to want to start tomorrow.
"Aw, thank you", Sylvester responds and the two suddenly hear someone knocking on the door. It was none other than the rooster Foghorn Leghorn who is the main director of the movie: "Hello, why are you ignoring me, boy?"
Pepé freezes as he realises who entered: "Oh- Foghorn, well…"
"And who is that?", Foghorn asks.
"You know how we need more background actors? I think he would make a great fit!", Pepé argues.
Foghorn sighs: "Alright. And does he have any experience?"
"Well, he does.", Pepé wrings his hands: "He has had a small gig at a little bar."
"Good", Foghorn nods, "We need someone with at least a bit of competence. Which is very hard to find in our production team…"
It surely is Pepé agrees with him and then asks, "Have the others arrived?"
"Daffy has arrived", Foghorn informs them, "But Penelope hasn't. I'll go wait in the lobby for her."
Foghorn leaves the room and closes the door. Pepé exhales relieved that he left: "Foghorn can be a bit much"
"What?", Sylvester is oblivious to what Pepé just said.
"Did you not understand me?", Pepé asks in his usual seductive tone.
"Yeah, I didn't.", Sylvester responds with his usual lisp, "And I never had an acting gig, what were you talking about?"
"Well, mon cher", Pepé sighs, "Sometimes you need to lie. If I hadn't lied, he would've never accepted you."
Sylvester nods: "Oh, Thank you"
"Anyways… I think it's best if you leave now. We don't want someone to randomly enter again, right?", Pepé asks with his familiar gentle tone.
"I need to clean your room though", Sylvester tries to argue.
Pepé lightly chuckles: "I'll clean the room. Don't you worry about it, mon cher."
Sylvster smiles: "Thank you, bye"
"Goodbye, mon cher", before Sylvester can leave, Pepé gives him a rose: "I'll see you in a week. Maybe even earlier~"
With that, the cat makes his way to the door to continue his job. Pepé sighs lightly reliefed that he left, not because he didn't like him but because he feared that someone would come in and interpret the situation differently creating a narrative that could damage his image which a relatively new actor like him does not need. He lays on the soft bed but starting sweatting nervously he remembers something: He forgot to give Sylvester the instrcutions on what to wear and a small portion of the script of the scene.
He tries to search the cat. Surely he couldn't have gone far in that time. He went knocking on the doors yet no one responded since the people usually aren't in their rooms at that time. He continued by searching in the lobby but only finds Bugs, Foghorn and Daffy. He sits beside thembas he accepts his defeat sulking.
Sylvester's day cleans the other rooms and as he walks into the lobby, a room with a wooden floor, walls made out of concrete and scented with vanilla, he sees a skunk that seems upset. He walks over to the skunk sitting on an armchair and the skunk is relieved as he can finally give him the script.
"Mon cher", Pepé starts with an over-the-top reaction, "I forgot to give you your script. Pardon."
"Oh, it's alright. Just give it to me.", Sylvester responds.
Pepé hands him over the script: "Can you promise me you'll practice hard, mon cher? Pour moi? (For me?)"
"Yes, erm sorry but what's your name?", the feline asks turning his head.
The mephitid chortles and tells him: "My name is Pepé. Pepé Le Pew."
"Alright", Sylvester slaps his knee gently, "I finished my job so I'll go home now, goodbye Pepé."
The skunk chuckles one last time and tells him: "Goodbye, mon cher, remember to practice your script!"
"I will", Sylvester says as he leaves the hotel.