𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 || 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫

01 - not an intern

-18+ ONLY-

You winced when you heard the wheels of your 10 year old beat up Voltzwagon Bug screech over gravel. It was only your 3rd week on set as the head makeup artist's apprentice. You'd really only gotten this (rather low) paying gig through a family member who works in the industry. That all being said, you were running about 20 minutes late since you had gotten lost yet again.

With a hasty grab of your plastic makeup kit, you ran to the trailers ready to apologize profusely to Carol who already seemed to hate you. Much to your surprise you sped into an empty trailer.

"Fuck," You muttered and peak your head out attempting to spot any sign of your boss.

A man from prop team passed the door, he was about your age and you'd become cordial – not friendly, but cordial.

"Hey!" You projected your whisper to catch him. He tugged his headset visibly irritated and gave you an eyebrow that said, 'get on with it'.

"Do you know where Carol is?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen her. I think someone say she's sick, probably Covid or something." He replied casually with a shrug.

"What! What am I supposed to do!" Still whisper yelling even though he was speaking at normal volume.

He shrugged, "Guess you're on your own."

"Fuck." Pushing a stray hair from your now sweating forehead.

He gave a grin that normally came with a warning, "Good luck, we got one of the main guys on set today."

"What? Who?" God as if this couldn't get any worse.

"You'll see, we're mainly shooting him today. So, you'll be out there, lots of fighting scenes." And with that he paced quickly away to wherever he was rushing to in the first place.

"Oh god." You flipped to be flush against the side of the opening as if it would hide you.

In the little time on set of 'Bikeriders', you'd already been able to identify who to avoid and who was safe. Between the actors and the crew there were such a mix of personalities. The actors were especially hard since you could never tell what was their character and what wasn't.

You and Carol had spent most of the time with Tom Hardy, who looked scary but was actually a big teddy bear. He had even come up with some nicknames for you, mainly 'puppy' or 'shadow'. Since you followed Carol around like a lost puppy and basically became her perpetual shadow. Both were a little odd, especially 'puppy', but whatever it was better than most other things you'd been called.

An abrupt knock at the metal door ripped you from your panicked thoughts, a lanky shaggy haired blonde bolstered through the trailer and plopped himself in front of the large lit mirror. He was already in costume, leather jacket, dirty jeans, boots. The whirlwind of the day had rendered you paralyzed against the wall which you had forgotten reflected directly into the mirror.

"Well, are ya gonna get started or what?" A deep raspy voice came from the man, not even turning to look at you, just at the reflection.

"Oh-Oh yeah, sorry." Immediately peeling from the wall and fumbling to set up your small kit on the vanity.

Just the air of his presence told you that he would be one to avoid.

You began plucking through various bottles of fake blood and latex, before realizing just how unprepared you were to do this alone. The feeling of his eyes boring into you only made the anxiety worse.

"Do you know what scene we're doing?" He asked condescendingly, obviously picking up on your nervousness.

With a giant bottle of thick red liquid in hand, you turned to him wide eyed, "I – um, well, I-"