[FM] ChatLog: Conning a Con...
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ComplexGuy: Nice screename, Hollywood. Straight, to the point...I like that in a woman.
CorvettesNotMe: I'm not a Hollywood bullshitter, what can I say, I prefer direct. Plus it's just something that I have to remind some more... enthused fans. That I don't have a diamond encrusted bikini underneath my clothing at all times.
ComplexGuy: Well now you gone and broke my heart, Hollywood! Least tell me you wear that sexy little white trenchcoat. (I confess to staying up last night and watching a rerun... you were in it. Not bad for a two-bit prime time soap opera.)
CorvettesNotMe: Truth be told, I did take a few interesting garments home with me, but the trenchcoat was rigged with blood packs, it wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing to wear. So that thankfully stayed behind.
CorvettesNotMe: Thanks for staying up till what three in the morning to watch?
ComplexGuy: Two... and my pleasure. REAL pleasure...at the risk of sounding cheap, if I told you you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?
CorvettesNotMe: No risk there, that was cheap. I have heard better lines from the nerds at the conventions, and they are desperate.
CorvettesNotMe: Most of them even use lovely puns of my characters name, or the show's name. Of course... they never come close to getting near me except for a picture with them leaning over a table. You though, might have a better chance, just saying.
ComplexGuy: Well well well... I feel downright hopeful.
ComplexGuy: So... how'd you get into this gig? Acting, I mean?
CorvettesNotMe: Right place right time? I was always trying to get parts, never really got one. I met the producer of Expose at a party. I was one of the hired women. Mostly there to look good and smile, keeping the richer execs around longer. Arm candy for the drunken rich. Howard spotted me and pulled me out of a rather horrible situation with one of the agents at the party. He suggested I try out for Corvette, and the rest is history.
ComplexGuy: Regular rags to steady income story... but question is, is it true?
CorvettesNotMe: Was I in rags before? Not really, am I in riches now? Not exactly. Lot of deals fall through, paperwork gets "lost", people go "missing" things happen. I mean I don't do conventions for my health that's for sure. I get a few parts here and there, but mostly I just live syndication paycheck to syndication paycheck.
CorvettesNotMe: I travel a lot, so it's not like I have an actual spot to say is my own. Living on sets, trailers, hotel rooms. It's never been ideal, but it's what I chose to do.
ComplexGuy: Woman after my own heart... so where you basing out of now, Stripperella?
CorvettesNotMe: I got asked to do a signing at a comic book store, there's some magazine that has a five seasons of Expose feature, so I'm in Vegas at the moment. It wasn't a good gig, but it paid for the stay, and the flight from Los Angeles at least.
ComplexGuy: Now that's what I call a hell of a coinkydink, Princess. I ain't all that far from Vegas. I was there 'til about a week or two ago, but I was gonna leave town. Moved from the Strip to Downtown... maybe before you leave town, we could continue this conversation in person?
CorvettesNotMe: My flight back to Los Angeles is booked for Thursday, you moved off the Strip? Too much glossy papers being shoved in your face? Or did you lose all your money?
ComplexGuy: Baby, I was living in a suite at the Montecito...let's just say the glitz and glamor of the high roller weren't for me. I wasn't gonna ditch this joint 'til Friday... guess you 'n me are meant to be or something like that.
CorvettesNotMe: Montecito, nice. I've been there a few times. They have the topless patio out there I'm surprised you didn't ask for a view change. I'm at the MGM down the way. Not a high roller suite, but it's a split room deal. Bedroom blocked from the front room, couch, kitchen situation, not that I cook.
ComplexGuy: Nice for the traveler on a budget, and I been there and done that. So here's what I'm thinking: how 'bout I take you to dinner, and we see what happens? If nothing else, you got a good meal out of me. Sound good?
CorvettesNotMe: That sounds good actually, not that I don't mind the chat, but I did only sign on to check my email, and got roped into this by a handsome stranger.
ComplexGuy: Flattery will get you everywhere... name yer time and place. I can pick you up or meet you somewhere.
CorvettesNotMe: I'm at the MGM room 2453, and I'm almost positive I'll be ready by the time you find the room.
ComplexGuy: Well then, lemme slip on my dancing shoes and I'll see you in a bit, Hollywood.
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