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he should have been a hell of a lot more nervous than he was considering what the rest of the day was going to entail. it wasn't his first film shoot, he had made a couple of films under the "bertie buck" name and had received a decent amount of praise and commercial success but working with a new actor was intimidating. he wanted to impress them, wanted to make sure that they had a good time alongside everything else. "what'd you think of the script?" he was hesitant to make any comments about the quality of the writing, even if he thought it was a little stale in comparison to some of the other films he had seen and featured in. he wasn't a writer, so what the hell did he know? maybe it was really good. "i, uh, i thought they would write more about the... the fucking."

by this point in her career, sugar wasn't impressed by much, nor was she after much other than a paycheck. she'd reached her peak back in her 20s, and now it was a matter of maintaining her place in the industry while trying to hold onto a modicum of integrity. her co-star was young— a bit too green for her liking— but his enthusiasm was palpable. for one, she'd rarely ever had a co-star suggest they rehearse beforehand, usually too preoccupied with getting in a quick last minute pump so their muscles really popped on screen, and for another, he'd actually read the script they'd been given closely enough to discuss the content. "oh, they don't pay me to think, honey," she snickered, using the pages of her script to fan herself. it was all a bit formulaic, an overused plot with lines that could've been spoken by anyone, but she'd learned how to make the most of what little she'd been given. "were you hoping for a tutorial?" she teased him with a playful furrow of her brow. "just a piece of advice, in case you haven't heard already— fuck a script. the real magic happens between the lines." with her index and middle fingers held up, sugar split them into a peace sign and then stuck her tongue out between her parted digits with a cheeky wink.

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"graham..." elliot repeated the name like it meant anything to him at all, bottom lip jutted out in thought as he considered the strange young man. it wasn't right for him to judge when he too had once been overly eager to climb the literary ladder by any means necessary, though he hoped he hadn't appeared even nearly as desperate as that poor boy was. before he had the chance to continue berate him with painfully specific analyses of his character, there was a knock on the door and jamie jumped away from him like he was an open flame she had gotten too close to. he should have been more careful about who knew about her being in his room but he doubted that any of the hotel staff knew anything about who he was or the literary conference going on. if they thought he was just some pervy older guy, well they wouldn't have been far off. "okay... let's see what the fuck we ordered." he had given jamie free reign over the room service menu, on the condition that she made sure to order them some more alcohol (that didn't come in baby-sized bottles.) there was far more food there than two people alone could eat, including a fancy looking pasta dish with a stupid sprig of green on top, truffle fries with parmesan, an obscenely stacked up burger, a delicately placed salad he only cast a brief glance over and dessert, of course. it would have been expensive enough to only get one meal but once again, elliot cast aside the worries about money because it wasn't his concern. once all the lids had been cast aside to fully display their gluttony, elliot went for the expensive looking bottle of wine that had been placed to the side of their food and began to twist it open. "how much of this do you think you're going to eat, realistically? cause i think i could put back a solid... 75% of this alone." he mused before using his foot to push the cart closer to the end of the bed while his hands were still busy. "we should eat in bed." there was a table they could have sat and eaten at like normal people but why bother when the bed was so big and comfortable? what a waste it would be to not use the luxuries they had been afforded. "unless you're creeped out by crumbs or whatever in the sheets."

"it seemed like less food when i was ordering it... i think i may have blacked out after the fries." looking at it all spread out atop the crisp white tablecloth she felt overwhelmed with choice and slightly guilty for all the food they were about to waste, though her rumbling stomach was currently her primary concern. the only thing she'd had since dinner were a couple frou-frou little hors d'oeuvres at the event elliot brought her along to, and they weren't nearly substantial enough to soak up the amount of alcohol she'd consumed. it was only as she came face to face with the sheer volume of food laid out before her that she realized just how hungry she was. "25 percent seems generous, honestly," she murmured, continuing to merely eye the plates as if he'd slap her hand away should she try and reach for something. "but if there's anything leftover it's going in my purse." her body would pay the price of her excessive drinking in the morning, but at the moment she eagerly ogled the bottle of wine elliot was opening for them, a fluttering in her gut like the flapping of delicate wings. "i'm not the one who has to sleep on crummy sheets," she shrugged. there was something significantly more intimate about eating in bed rather than sitting at a table or at least a couch, jamie felt like she was getting away with something taboo just sitting atop the crisp white sheets taking bites from every dish and sipping on bordeaux. the conversation petered out as their mouths remained occupied with trying to make a dent in the vast sea of dishes spread out on the bed, though when jamie glanced his way, she saw elliot had been staring at her for some time already. "what?" her cheeks flushed pink immediately, ducking her head and dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. "do i have food on my face?"

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