A young, talented, and well-known actress is cast as the lead in a film far beyond her acting comfort zone...and is co-starring with an actor she never thought she'd be working with.
"I brought you another shot!" John yelled in my ear over the music. The boys and I had escaped to a popular nightclub in the bustling streets of LA. It must've been at least eleven o'clock and we were already starting to get drunk within an hour of being there.
I took the shot from John and didn't hesitate to down it quickly. I made a face as I swallowed the liquor, a burning sensation making its way from my throat down to the pit of my stomach. "Not a fan of alcohol, huh?" Paul laughed at me upon seeing my discomfort and I chuckled, shaking my head.
Someone suddenly grabbed my shoulder from behind and spun me around. I knew it was Leo before I even turned to face him. "Hello, Juliet," he laughed loudly over the music, pressing his forehead against mine so his face was surprisingly close. I laughed at the sudden motion and held his shoulders tightly to keep him steady. I could tell he was already a little out of it. I ruffled his hair and noticed it was damp with sweat. The collar of the button up he was wearing from the banquet earlier was slightly unbuttoned, revealing the silver chain around his neck. "Guess who's here?" Leo suddenly perked up and pulled away. "Who?" I wondered.
"My ex. Bridget Hall," he cackled as if it was the funniest thing on the planet. "You dated her?" I yelled in his ear so he could hear me. "Yep. For six months," he replied, nodding and holding up the appropriate amount of fingers. I wasn't surprised. With his boyish persona and a face so perfect it was mesmerizing, Leo could get any model he wanted. The money and fame was just a plus.
"I'll show you a picture of us," he insisted, pulling out his phone and leaning close to me as he scrolled through his countless photos. He showed me two somewhat recent pictures of him and Bridget.
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"She's pretty," I observed, looking back up at Leo. "Yeah sure, but she has the IQ of a napkin. Ignorant and uneducated," he pointed out, gripping my hand and twirling me around to the blaring music as I snorted at his witty insult. He gasped suddenly and grabbed my arm excitedly. "Let's go talk to her!"
I was about to protest, but he was already dragging me to the other side of the bar where, sure enough, Bridget was sipping a drink, legs crossed and hair slightly messy. Her dress was so short, I was almost convinced it was a shirt. "Bridget!" Leo yelled in her ear over the music. She looked startled upon seeing him but quickly recovered, smiling slightly. "Hey stranger, long time no see."
"Indeed. This is my good friend, Beverly Harlow. You've probably watched her movies." He gestured towards me as I gave her a tight smile which she returned, turning around in her chair to face us fully. "So, Bridget. What have you been up to these days?" Leo said, attempting to make conversation in an overly polite voice that was borderline sarcastic.
