𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 || 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫

02 - playing card

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The next day came after a much-needed rest, though you did have some... difficulty falling asleep. In the morning light you were fueled by the hope of Carol's return, but once again you were late, and she was absent. Your prop friend let you in on some gossip that she was on some sort of indefinite suspension, meaning you'd be on your own for a while.

"Fucking great." You muttered sleepily trudging into the trailer, not even realizing you weren't alone until the unexpected company cleared his throat.

You almost jumped out of your skin from the shock, then the displeasure from noticing who was waiting for you, "Fuck, you scared me."

"Morning Intern." The disheveled man grumbled, and the same annoyance from the name returned.

"Morning Actor." Continuing yesterday's countermove.

"You're late again, I was supposed to be done like 15 minutes ago." He reminded you of the apparent.

"Thank you captain obvious." You mumbled unpacking your makeup kit going to work on his face, stalling beforehand to take in his appearance – messy hair, bags under his eyes, clearly grumpy, "What the hell happened to you?"

Narrow eyes bore into you, "None of your fucking business Intern."

You knew better than to press a grumpy asshole especially after yesterday, so you dropped it. Once the makeup was finished you began brushing out the bird's nest on his head. It only took one accidental tug at a knot to get the brush ripped from your grasp.

"God fucking damnit y/n, can't you do anything right?" Taking the brush to his own hair combing it to his liking then, throwing it against the vanity before storming out of the trailer.

When and how did he learn your name?

The brush had crashed into your set up causing supplies to go flying, some hitting the mirror, some on the floor, a lot of it broken kicking up powder everywhere. At least $200 worth of makeup ruined which you definitely couldn't afford on your pathetic paycheck.

After rushing to clean up the mess and organize your things you and your kit hurry to set, 20 minutes went by before you were touching up both Tom and Actor's blood platter.

"So, you're not gonna ask my name huh?" He asked muffled through keeping his mouth open for you. His disposition much different than earlier and his ego obviously bruised from turning the stupid profession nickname back on him

"Nope. Don't care." You answered straight faced while dripping red over his lip then beard.

"Well, that's awfully rude of you don't ya think?" Instinctively going to wipe off the blood before remembering it was intentional.

"Awfully rude of you to come into my trailer and throw shit around like an ass." Your words surprised you. Before yesterday you never spoke to anyone like that, nonetheless a client – an actor. But this jackass was getting on your last fucking nerve. All you wanted to do was accuse him of breaking your shit, but it felt embarrassing and would only add to the piling evidence that you were just an 'intern' who couldn't afford a couple products.

"What happened to that shy little intern from yesterday? She was a lot more fun." His voice resembling those of rejected 'nice guys'.

And you were back to just 'Intern'.

It took everything in you to not roll your eyes, but you were still at your job, and at the bottom of the food chain, he could easily snap his fingers and get you fired.

He slid off the shoulder of his leather jacket revealing a toned bicep from a sleeveless t-shirt, "Fuck it's so hot." Letting out an exasperated groan.

Your look lingered on the sight longer than you'd like to admit then just cleared your throat, "You're all good. I'm gonna go work on Tom now."