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Chapter 1: Entourage Inc.

A normal American night, cold and dark. Yet all the lights are lit and dimmed in Willeighah's, a strip club/bar. Two men are sitting at the pantry, enjoying two glasses of vodka. It seems business is afoot, and it's time to meet the big boss of Entourage, Monteseure Xevenois.

Mont: Kevin,

Kevin: Yeah?

Mont: What does Entourage need right now?

Kevin: Sponsors. A shit ton. And more customers. But no one's goin' to the movies nowadays, it's all about what the internet pirated. And you know...porn.

Mont: *blows out smoke from his pipe* Everyone's brains are apparently in their pants today, I never got informed.

Kevin: *chuckle* We should stick with the norm, soon enough the OTHER head's gonna start growing a fucking face.

Mont: Soon.

Of French roots, Monteseure is a calm and collected man. With one goal in life, to set the differences between him and his family aside.... Through killing off their business.

Kevin: *looks at the stage*

*sees a woman dancing*

Kevin: When are you ever gonna start letting a bit loose, Mont?

Mont: Loose?

Kevin: Yeah, you're rich, you're smart, handsome, you're smooooth. You're fuckin Monteseure Xevenois. What the fuck you on about? A lot of chicks wanna jump on that hick ye got there, and you let none of them do it. For some reason.

Mont: Hm..

Kevin: Whu...weeehehe-ait a minute. You still on about Levida?

Mont: Jonas? *chuckles*

Kevin: C'mon, man. You get over a bunch of em so quick, why can't you just stop it with that shit?

Mont: You think I still have that whore in my mind? She was just another one o' the pawns. Nothing like a little Hollywood drama to get the crowd to visit the cinema. And it was magnanimous enough to raise our stocks, am I wrong?

Kevin: Yeah, sure. But you need to find someone to be serious with.

Mont: Heh...a SERIOUS relationship. In this day and age, I'm certain that very phrase's been removed from the books.

Kevin: Bethany's pretty sweet. And she's got the hots for you.

Mont: Yeah, and so does Mindy, Jamm, Samantha, and Cinnamon, and everyone else in this godforsaken establishment- Kevin, they're all whores. They're called "strippers" for a reason. They don't want my "love", they want my pleasure. It's a culture, and...for the sake of the men in this world, let's keep it that way.

Kevin: ...see, what worries me is the fact that you don't even want THAT.

Mont: Which?

Kevin: Sex, and a whole bunch.

Mont: Unlike everyone else, drinking and sitting on their asses here right now, I actually have respect for women, mon ami (French; my friend). Giving a whore money for them to pleasure you, since the 1600s, that's all just been...connerie (French; bullshit).

Kevin: Well...I guess you have a point. *looks at the money stash on the stage* Ah shit...

Mont: What?

Kevin: I just realized that's the whole problem o' the cinema.

Mont: Yes, which is...strange, considering the fact that it's what we began the conversation with.