Passive Me, Aggressive You (Robert Downey Jr.)

Plan B

I woke up. My head pounding. Tommy stood above me, staring at me. He handed me some advil along side of sparkling water. I notice my car parked outside of my trailer. We made it home in my car? 

"What happened after... Robert came out of the bathroom?" I ask. Tommy laughed. 

"I don't know. He had a couple of more shots. Started flirting with some girl, got her number. Asked if we could leave. And I rounded you up and asked Jade to drive us back to the studio. I took passenger seat and You and Robert didn't speak, at all. You fell asleep before we got back but Robert carried you into your trailer. Came back a second later and crawled into his own cave. Wait, how'd you know he was in the bathroom forever?" Tommy said. Nothing crazy exciting. I walk out of my trailer and run straight into Rob. It was 5:30 in the fucking afternoon! I slept like a beast. Robert was dressed very nice. Suit, tie, the works. He popped his collar lightly. My head pounded. I shield my eyes and stare up at him. 

"Where are you going?" I ask him.

"I've got a date, now if you'll excuse me I'm going to be late. Thanks to little drama queen over here." He taps my cheek with his palm, slightly hard. 

"What? With who?" I snapped.

"I think her name is, Blonde and...Bimbo? That's her name right? I mean, you two seemed very close. last night, so I figure you'd remember her name better than I do." He said, then smirked and continued to his car. My heart sank. That was incredibly low Robert.

ROBERTS POV:

I picked up Amy at exactly 6:30 for some dinner. She strolled into my car, a glimmering blue dress draped lightly against her glorious body. Her heels short enough to the point where she wasn't towering over me. She looked stunning. She smiled and I drove off. The car ride was silent. 

"So..." I begin.

"Oh, hold on, text message." She said, continuing to text. I shake it off as I pull into the lot of the restaurant. It was called flame. Insanely expensive. She walked into the restaurant like a model, flipping her hair over her shoulders. Showing off the fact she was with me. I couldn't be upset about that. Who wouldn't? Andie wouldn't. What the fuck did I just say? 

"I'll just have the smallest salad as possible. Thanks. Chow!" She said, shewing off our waiter. She put her hands underneath her chin and smiled at me. 

"Thanks for coming out with me tonight. I needed it. After Susan and all." I say, playing lightly with my fork. She curls her upper lip and replies, 

"Who's Susan? Cheating on me already Robert?" She was completely serious. 

"Susan is my.. ex?" I say to her in question. Really? We sat silent for a minute and as soon as she saw papparazzi she smiled, and laughed, about nothing. I looked at her as if she were on drugs and smiled to the cameras, waving. I clench my jaw and then close the curtains. She pouts, enough to think I couldn't see it, but I did. I also noticed her try and cover up the tiny bruise under her eyes. From Andies punch. I grab her chine and lightly touch under her eye and she clenches backwards. 

"She hit you pretty good, didn't she?" I ask her.

"Who? You're little psycho friend? That bitch ruined my face. YOU even noticed my cover up! I swear to god, if I see that cow again I will literally kick her in her huge balls. What a manly woman, I mean honestly. Why are you even friends with such a fucking cunt?" 

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT ANDIE LIKE THAT! SHE WAS LOOKING OUT FOR ME AND I SEE WHY," I shout, throwing a hundred on the table for her to finish her meal, tip, and get home, her mouth was a-gap "I think  we're done here." I say, straightening my tie and walking out of the restaurant. I have something I need to do.