location: anywhere, probably on a sidewalk with paparazzi opened to: all, pls assume connections, bbys !
Enough of this shit. That was all Foster could think of when he walked outside and he caught the paparazzi taking photos of him. He rolled his eyes, his managers to the right of him telling him not to react, but Foster had been doing that for too long now. Foster, Foster, look here! Foster, how was rehab? How is it not gambling? Foster, can you tell me when Velvet Concord is coming out with a new album? Foster! It was driving Foster quite literally insane as he shook his head. Fuck this. "Ay! Attention dipshits of the sidewalk, I'm going to need you to shut the fuck up - I will not be answering of your dumbass questions now or ever. Now get the fuck out of my way, I want to have a goddamn smoke. Please and fucking thank you!" He yelled out over the photographers, in a huff as he took out his cigarettes. "Fucking wild, am I right?" He turned to the person next to him, sighing. "A circus as always."
Katerina had been dealing with her own hellish stampede. The paparazzi were frantic today. It must have been a slow news week. To pick things up they were going to push each celebrity to their breaking point. Thankfully, she didn't have to get far from the car into the establishment. It was a high end restaurant with a rooftop lounge that was exclusive to VIP's. The summer months turned the rooftop greenery as a hang out in the sky. Easy to smoke, drink, play small games, and generally drop thousands on the food and drinks. Kat was leaning over the edge hearing Foster shouting at the mob of people that surrounded him. Kat dialed Foster's number to get his attention to his phone. It was pointless to talk with everyone in his ear. Instead she sent a quick text his way.
Hey I'm across the street at Bel'viggio. C'mon up its better than being on the streets like a bum lol
