Gettin' Some Air... and a Stripper!
I slipped free of that mass gatherin' and made my way into the hallway. It was a damn big hallway too. I mean how the hell did I find this place anyway? Must'a left my map somewhere else. No matter, I was a Slayer. Natural instincts or some shit. I started to mill around, opening doors lookin' around. Most of it was run of the mill borin' offices
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That's what they all say. When youre bored to tears and wasting your potential away by sitting your ass down in a comfy seat all day, it's supposed to be a comfort. Only that particular comfort stopped working for me a long time ago. I'm not lucky. Starring in a hit summer movie that takes in one hundred million in its first week is lucky. Working here? It's sucky reality.
I spun around to make a comment to Little Miss Doesn't Know How to Knock, and saw who it was.
Definitely not my lucky day. Not by a long shot.
"Cause you are gonna get one hell of a - show?" "If I swung that way I'm sure it would be fun. But since I don't, and my new agent told me to avoid scandal for the next few months, I'll have to pass ( ... )
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Woah. Cordy got an agent? I stopped with the impromptu strippage and crossed the office all smiles like I had found some key to Daddy's vault. Agent meant some high celeb status and shit, which meant free stuff. Damn if I wouldn't mind some free shit.
I mean sure the Slayer gig was good an' all. Save the Damsel kill somethin' evil and gross. Sometimes slimey. But no one was all givin' me free shit. I mean I could use some fancy watch that tells me the time in Asia or somewhere.
I wanted to ask her for the hook up. Get in on that free line of give me stuff, but she was off in her own little world. I mean I don't blame her. She was gonna be famous. Hell she might need -
"Hey, why don't you pay Gunn a visit. If anyone needs to let loose, it's him.""Cordy, wait. Don't you get it? Man this is like perfect! See I was gettin' all bored with the Slayin' gig anyway. Too much stress not ( ... )
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If by 'take care of' she means 'kill', my future will be chock full of lawsuits and out of court settlements. For the average person that would be a big pain in the ass, but celebrity and controversy go hand in hand nowadays.
An easypass to the A list? I like the sound of that.
And if the lights get too bright, Faith can stake them out.
"I think you should take me up on the offer, cause rumor has it this firm has a long list'a high profile clients. I bet they would be all bitin' to get their hands on my services.""Oh really?" I smirk at her. "You were offering something a little different from security a few seconds ago ( ... )
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That was some star power I could deal with. Plus every so often I had to check if her lips were still goin', which mostly they were. Damn girl could yammer. wonder if her lips were gettin' some sorta aerobic thing with all that flappin' 'round. Had to be some benifit to talkin' that much.
Maybe I should ask some of her fella's 'bout that one.
Then I heard the word hire. Which was good. Was kinda' listenin' out for that one. Plus bonus word? Nudity. Damn, this girl was growin' on me.
Sure we had that whole- fuck? What did we have. Ah, didn't matter. Thing is now? I got a job. She's got an agent, and I'm gettin' free shit.
"Yeah, gotcha Cordy. No problem."
What did I just agree to anyway? Oh well, sure if I do somethin' wrong she'll let me know.
"So what's on the planner? Meet adorin' fans? File a restrainin' order? Go get a
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