Passive Me, Aggressive You (Robert Downey Jr.)

I woke up from a night of drinking. My head killed, my feet ached but most of all my breath smelt of whiskey and spearmint gum. I went to brush my teeth. Only 7 a.m. I was making great time. I pulled on some shorts and pulled a sweatshirt over my bikini top, slipping on a pair of aviators and converse high tops. I was your "typical girl from California." Only I was from Minnesota. I had moved to California with 4 of my best friends to pursue a make-up artist career. Not your traditional cosmotologist either. I do make-up for movies. But my passion? Skating. That's where I fit in and felt alive. I loved to skateboard, BMX, and longboard. Three greatest things of all time, below music of course. I put in a pair of head phones turning on "Disarm" by Smashing Pumpkins, grabbed my board a backpack full of womanly necessities and headed down to Starbucks. I loved early morning rides listening to calming music. However, I'll have to hurry this up, I've got to be on set in 2 hours. Oh, I didn't tell you? I'm the make-up artist for Iron Man 3. I'm stoked. 30 minutes of a ride I finally reach Starbucks.

"Andie!" They all shout, raising they're tiny cups of espresso. I was greeeted at the register by Mick, my closest room-mate.

"Triple tall americano with hazelnut?" He asks with a smile.

"I love you." I whisper with my nose scrunched.

"It's on the house. Aren't you supposed to be at work?" He asked. Taking a sip of my Americano I absolutely melt. The espresso was so soothing today.

"Not until 9." I say, taking another sip.

"It's 8:15." He says weakly. My eyes jolt open. I wasn't going to make it back home and there in time. I grabbed my backpack off the counter top and kicked my board back under my feet.

"I've got to go! Oh my god!" I shouted, skating out.

"Good...luck!" Mick tried to shout out to me.

an hour later, I reached the gate. 15 minutes late. I reached into my backpack and pulled out my ID. The security guard looked surprised. I was not at all dressed for my first day, but, I din't care really. I had about 4 gulps left of my americano. Boarding up to the trailers I see my boss. I kick my board up. He walks up to me, his name is Tommy, and he is the costume designer. He takes my americano and chugs it.

"Hey!" I shout.

"15 minutes late, you owe me. You're lucky I could stall Robert." As he said this my heart sank. I was supposed to work on Robert first. Robert Downey Jr. I bit my lips, nervous, gnawing at my peeling lips.

"Andie!" Tommy shouts.

"Right, sorry Tomster! I'll head that way now!" I say reluctantly. Luckily Tommy and I have always been cool, we met at a party once in LA for Russell Brand, he's the one who got me into the business. With one headphone in, listening to "Where the Streets Have no Name" by U2. I walk into the trailer of non other than Robert Downey Jr. He is resting on his bed with his eyes shut, humming something I can't quite recall. I try to get his attention.

"Mr...Mr Downey?" His head shoots up and he glares at me.

"You're late." He says under his breath.

He stops suddenly and stares at me, finally focusing on me.

"You're lucky you're cute and a girl, I wouldn't be so lenient about this." He announced.

I shuttered. He said I was cute. He got up from his bed and got close to me next to the door, our chests were touching.

"Well, aren't we going to..." He began.

"Right." I say, smacking the door behind me, reaching for the handle. As soon as I find it I fall backwards, he does the same, landing on my board and flying to the ground on his back. I can't help but want to run after my board but I help up Robert.

"Sorry, I..." I begin to try and explain but he simply removes my shades, puts them to the ground and stomps on them. I was fuming. What. The. Fucking....FUCK!?

"Dude!" I scream. He simply smiles deviously and whispers,

"Karma."

He yanks out my ear buds and puts them both into his ears, yanking out my ipod from my backpack.

"Mr. Downey!" I shout, he ignores me, listening to my music.

"What the fuck just happened?" I asked myself. Tommy approaches from behind me.

"You got Downey'd." He says without hesitation. I roll my eyes.

"Is he always a dick?" I ask in anger.

"Only when people put him behind schedule. He's a busy dude you know. Kid, wife, work, life." Tommy says back to me, but all I wanted to do was fuck up his makeup and send him off in his Iron Man suit with a splash of red lipstick and mascara. I reluctantly went into the studio, he just sat in his chair, waiting for me to pamper him. I wanted to punch this guy, he cracked my shades! I approached him, furious. He looked up at me, slightly astonished at how close I was to him. I took my earbuds out of his head and snarled at him, our noses touching,

"Do not, and I mean do not DARE touch my stuff. I boarded the whole way to the studio today and my boss took the rest of my coffee, I've got the lifes worst hangover and now I don't even have shades to hide from the SUN. This is my first day here and I already don't like you. 15 minutes working here buys me another pair of DOLCE AND GABBANA AVIATORS SO DON'T EVEN THINK 15 MINUTES PUTS YOU INTO A DILEMA! YOU MAKE SO MUCH MONEY IT COMES OUT YOUR THROAT!" I pull away from him, his face beating red. Gwyneth in the chair beside him chuckles. He shoots a glare at her and she immediately stops. I begin prepping all different things I had for him. Today was a fighting scene. I got some plaster cuts prepped and obviously some adhesive, fake blood and foundation for touch ups and false bruises. He doesn't speak the rest of the time I apply his make-up. 3 hours and I finally finished and everything had finally dried.

"You're finished." I say, cleaning up my mess around my work area. The woman next to me working on Gwyneth was actually there for hair and make-up, only in the traditional way, not effect way. She smiled at me and after Gwyneth and Robert stood up and left she began slow clapping to me.

"What?" I growl.

"You successfully one upped Robert Downey Jr. And got away with it. No one on any set of Iron Man has made him blush like that." She smirked.

I myself began to blush. I really just cussed out Robert Downey Jr. I have to apologize, I was slightly irrational. After filming today, I'll head to his trailer. Did he just get Andie'd?