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Greg smiled at the latest starlet to grace the movie screens as they finished their interview. It was a smile meant to hide the wince, because that one was not going to last long. He could tell that one already, and not just because it was his job to make them feel small. Because, he supposed, it wasn't really his job. It just was a thing he did.
Either way, it was a thing.
"Oh, hey Abby." Greg said as he turned and saw Gael Shaw walking past him, looking fairly good- all things considered. There was, of course no sign of Carlos. "Hey, come on. Don't be like that. We've got to kiss and make nice, or they are all just going to think we're having the best hate sex ever." He said with a grin; one that grew as Gael rolled his eyes and moved closer.
"Greg." He said, forcing a smile as he glanced at a photographer a few feet away. "We don't have to do this. Every award season, you come out here, make an ass of yourself, and wonder why you can't get laid in Hollywood. Maybe if you didn't insult everyone's ass, you'd get a decent fuck out of things."
Greg laughed at that, reaching out to pat the shorter man's cheek affectionately. "Oh yeah, that's absolutely why you didn't sleep with me- Oh, wait....but you did." It was a cheeky grin. "Woah, woah...I would watch the ugly looks, man. This place loves a good hatemance more than a romance. So, unless you want to have a heart to heart tonight with Carlos- I say we just do this interview. I'll insult your hair, you'll call be a fuckcake, and we'll met up tonight for drinks. Maybe a little," he made a popping and clicking noise with his mouth before he grinned. Gael only rolled his eyes, before motioning it on. He was easy, Greg thought. Always had been.
After Gael's interview, everything else went fairly quickly. And once the carpets where clear, Greg could turn his attentions to the lone lady he saw making her way to the doors. "Well, Hello Chicka." He said as he came up beside Merry. "You're looking ravishing tonight. Enough so that I'd be willing to cancel my plans just to worship you and that dress."
Either way, it was a thing.
"Oh, hey Abby." Greg said as he turned and saw Gael Shaw walking past him, looking fairly good- all things considered. There was, of course no sign of Carlos. "Hey, come on. Don't be like that. We've got to kiss and make nice, or they are all just going to think we're having the best hate sex ever." He said with a grin; one that grew as Gael rolled his eyes and moved closer.
"Greg." He said, forcing a smile as he glanced at a photographer a few feet away. "We don't have to do this. Every award season, you come out here, make an ass of yourself, and wonder why you can't get laid in Hollywood. Maybe if you didn't insult everyone's ass, you'd get a decent fuck out of things."
Greg laughed at that, reaching out to pat the shorter man's cheek affectionately. "Oh yeah, that's absolutely why you didn't sleep with me- Oh, wait....but you did." It was a cheeky grin. "Woah, woah...I would watch the ugly looks, man. This place loves a good hatemance more than a romance. So, unless you want to have a heart to heart tonight with Carlos- I say we just do this interview. I'll insult your hair, you'll call be a fuckcake, and we'll met up tonight for drinks. Maybe a little," he made a popping and clicking noise with his mouth before he grinned. Gael only rolled his eyes, before motioning it on. He was easy, Greg thought. Always had been.
After Gael's interview, everything else went fairly quickly. And once the carpets where clear, Greg could turn his attentions to the lone lady he saw making her way to the doors. "Well, Hello Chicka." He said as he came up beside Merry. "You're looking ravishing tonight. Enough so that I'd be willing to cancel my plans just to worship you and that dress."
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