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What a drag, an absolute miserable drag. If he was in a worse mood, Kylo would have thrown his phone across the rented luxury apartment, not caring that it would cost him not only his means of communication but probably a vase that wasn’t even his to begin with. How was it his fault that the so-called “best actress in the bizz” didn’t agree with Kylo’s demands? It was his movie trilogy, he had been the star for fucking years, but in comes this fresh face and suddenly he had to budge?! Nope. She obviously wasn’t that great if she walked out on the project. No one else saw it that way, not when he was put in charge to find someone who matched what the casting director wanted but someone Kylo was also able to at least be acquainted with while not wanting to rip their heads off.Â
He needed a drink, he couldn’t take that responsibility, not sober at least.Â
Kylo thew on his jacket and a cap and left the apartment. It was quite cloudy out, which fit his mood beautifully. He hurried into the first bar he found and bee-lined to the empty stool. He still kept his head low, the last thing he needed was to be recognized.Â
