Hollywood | A Zodiac Story

Meeting a Star

"Cap, ain't that enough? Come on, let's both go on home. There's no reason to be hanging around these dopes."

Virgo always seemed worked up about her antics. There was a time when Virgo was her greatest partner in crime; now, Virgo was the pestering voice of reason over Capricorn's shoulder.

"The only way we'll be getting the rights to Bennet's book is if we buy it from her, don't you see? I play a few cards here and there, and we have the next Academy Award winner. Now, are you going to deal in or not? You need the copyrights just as much as me."

Virgo Vincent always did get the feeling that Capricorn was either going to bring them to heaven or hell with one of her decisions. So far, the pair were on an upward ascent with the script she had written and the picture Cap had helped direct.

For Virgo, she was set with promotion to assistant supervisor of the writing department at Adair Pictures. Now, she was just worried for her life long friend. Capricorn Johnson had a flair for doing the extraordinary, but always under extraordinary time constraints to match. She owed the studio two films, and she didn't have much time to deliver. This one, in particular, was meant to prove that Johnson could direct anything.

"Well, alright." Virgo grimaces at the thought that half of their success in life had so far depended on the luck of the draw. "This truly ought to go down in history as the worst, most ingenious way to succeed in life. It's good we grew up on the streets because we've only made it this far playing dirty and assuming those other gals don't know how to."

Cap beamed. A million fellas fell in love with that smile. She was sex-appeal in the most likable way. Capricorn Johnson was half grit and half charm. "It's gotten us this far, Virgo old pal. Why not let it take us home?"

Virgo shrugged, half-heartedly agreeing because Cap wasn't wrong. She knew they could do it, too. They always seemed to know how to play the cards.

"If you're going to take her for all she's got, darling  Sagi's a writer, not an actress. She can't help but let it sit on her face like rouge when she's got something."

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From across the room, Aries Adair watched the peculiar pairing talking in hushed whispers by the bar.

There was a string of good ole boys that surrounded her tonight. Her chaperone was witing out by the car.  Scorpius Hayworth, personal assistant to Mr. Adair. That title made Aries chuckle darkly.

"Excuse me, boys." She slid out of the booth and flashed a smile as went. She settled comfortably into a seat at the bar beside the conniving pair. She smiled to herself and threw the words over her shoulder. "If you're going to take her for all she's got, darling Sagi's a writer, not an actress. She can't help but let it sit on his face like rouge when she's got something."

"Listen here, lady. We're not trying to 'take' anybody." she looked mighty concerned to Aries, and it nearly made her laugh.

"Oh, I know," Aries stated cooly. "But I just thought you might like to know that she's just like the lot of them. Her eyes look left when she lies and she can't bluff to save her life. If somebody had told me that a year or so ago, they would have been a lifesaver."

That was true. Aries had been much more naive before her first falling out with a friend, and she was much better at playing these bitches the second time through.

"Now, just who are you anyway, miss?" The partner spoke up. This one looked like the sidekick to Aries. She was a good-looking gal with light brown waves and green eyes. She pegged her for the comic in their obvious vaudeville act.

"Aries Adair, but you can call me Miss. Adair."

Miss. "Sidekick" went dead in the eyes, "As in..."