Lights, Cameras, Outsiders!

Chapter 73

LCO 73

All that happened the night before had happened about five in the morning because Francis wanted night shoots until probably the end of the film. So we would have to get up around two o clock and get prepared around six for the night shot and at seven, we'd shoot until five. Roads were closed then, and the hospital blocked off a room so we could film.

"So did you two shake the sheets last night?" Ralph asked me, stepping into the hotel lobby. Cruise and Rob were running around the lobby chairs with toilet paper, tying Tommy up.

"Hey, y'all, stop it! What are we, five?! Let's go, we have lunch for everyone!" I corrected.

"Do you got something for me?" Rob came up and dug around the plastic bags for his take out container.

"Yes....it's," I checked the post it note I scribbled everyone's order on, "the bottom on in Ralph's bag, with the green." He dug it out.

"Thanks, Essie," he kissed my cheek but I grabbed his shoulder.

"Get Christine's too, will ya?

Is she up?" I said.

"No. We were up very early, if you

Know what I mean," he said, laughing and digging in the bags.

"Rob!" I gently hit him.

"Hey, you and Matt were banging in the front of the truck facing every human going through the McDonald's parking lot. Don't talk to me about inappropriate I am," he said.

"He slipped her the hot beef injection," Ralph said with one eyebrow.

"Ahhh."

"RALPH!" I snapped.

"Hey, it took place in my room, I have the right to know."

"How long did you do it for?" Rob asked, raising some fries in his mouth.

"Does it matter?" I snagged a fry.

"You two are the masters of sex. I swear to God, if Susie and Francis had not been there last night, Matt would've thrown you in the mud and slapped the ham."

"Why the hell are you using all these euphoniums for sex?" I said.

"Because saying I had sex is boring."

"But you don't have to be a pig about it."

"See, if a word comes out of my mouth about sex, I'm automatically a pig. And if you say anything, you're a slut. Can't really win here, now can we?" He said, munching on his fries.

"No we can't. Bring Christine her food," I said. He dug hers out of the bag and made his way to the elevator.

"Cruise, can you pick up all the toilet paper and crap here?" I said, trying to pry his take out container out of Ralph's bag. I had to put my bag down and bend over to look through the take out containers once Ralph put them on the floor. And then someone slapped my butt.

"Hey, babe," Matt said, bending over further than me and kissing me.

"Hey."

"I didn't even know you were gone. Emilio woke me up, said you took everyone's order and went to get food with Macchio here," he said.

"Hey, you got my order?" Emilio came up.

"Yes. Here," I handed him his box.

"Thanks, Essie, you're the best," he said, kissing my cheek.

"You didn't take my order," Matt said.

"I know, but I got you your favorite," I said.

"What's my favorite, huh?"

"That Reuben down in that deli down the street with the New York kosher

pickle and salt and vinegar chips," I said, raising his to-go container.

"Wow, you're good," he said, kissing me and getting his food after lighting a cigarette.

"Tommy! I got your burger here," I said, holding out another box. Tommy took it.

"Thanks, Essie."

"No problem."

"Ralph, yours is in the bag, mine's right here, uh, someone get Darren for me please."

"I'll bring it to him," Emilio said.

"No, he's gonna have to come get it," I said. Emilio groaned and went to the elevator.

"And Diane too!" I yelled before the elevator doors closed.

"Oh, Patrick, I need Patrick," I said.

"Hey, did you call my name?" Patrick literally appeared out of nowhere.

"Ah, yes, here's your lunch. Have a nice day," I said, handing him the box.

"Thank you, love," he said, kissing the top of my head before dispersing. I sighed and straightened up.

"I hate making lunch runs," I said to Ralph.

"Then why don't you send someone else to do it?" he said.

"Cause no one ever gets anyone else's order right, and no one has the integrity to do it."

"Hey, where's mine?" Cruise walked up. I sighed and grabbed the one with the blue crayon marks on it.

"Here," I said.

"Hey, I got some news," he said.

"You're pregnant?" I teased.

"Nope. I got the part. I got Joel Goodsen," he said. I screeched.

"Tom! That's great!" I said, hugging him.

"Yeah, they said it was between me and this other guy, and here I am," he said. I hugged him again.

"That's amazing. Congratulations."

"You got lunch?" Darren said, running out of the elevator with Diane.

"Yeah. Here is yours and here is Diane's. Bon appetit," I said.

"Hey, Essie, come here for a second!" Matt yelled from where he was sitting. I walked over to the table and hovered over him.

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever had one of these pickles? They're great."

"You want me away from Cruise."

"Why the hell are you hugging on him?" He threw the pickle down and wiped his mouth with his napkin.

"He got a big part, Matt."

"In a movie?"

"Yeah."

"Well so did I. And you weren't hugging on me like that."

"What? We had sex," I said. He sighed.

"Look, just-"

"Are you seriously worried about that? Come on, Matt," I said.

"I just don't want to loose you again," he said.

"You're overreacting. We hugged, I congratulated him, the fun stopped there," I said.

"I know but....the thought of it freaks me out," he said, putting his arms around the backs of my legs and put his head on my stomach.

"It freaks me out too," I said.