Thursday morning, after most of the twits have left the building.

[billboyd]

Bill is on his knees next to the ficus (pushing little mottled brown and white sticks of plant food into the damp soil, grumbling under his breath at the damage inflicted when he notices a spot where all the leaves have been stripped away from whippy, twig-like stems, and damn that stupid blonde twat, now he has a piebald ficus, and right when the

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[girlydrink]

There's nobody in the lobby when Scarlett pushes through the front doors of DBY. On an open call day, the place should be wall-to-wall fake tits and fuck-me mustaches. The rows of empty chairs that line the outer walls of the room are not a good sign, to say the least. Frowning, Scarlett checks her watch. 11:24. Not as early as she'd planned to be here, surely, but the ad had said auditions would be running from 9 to 5. She isn't that late -- she can't have missed them entirely

[billboyd]

"Don't call me unless you're sure," Johnny had said, and had glanced over one shoulder at Elijah Wood, 23, who had been fidgeting in the hall behind Johnny and looking like he rather wished he had the nerve to make a run for it. "This might... take a while, and I'd rather not be interrupted. I'll check back every couple of hours for any late risers, but if someone comes in and you're sure--" he'd given Bill a look and a grin that had indicated (Bill guessed, anyhow) that he trusted Bill's sureness or some shite, "--then I'll take a break.Bill glances up at the clock. Half past Eleven, which means another hour and a half before Johnny's next scheduled check of the lobby. He looks at Scarlett Johansson, and takes the hand he's only just realized she's holding out

[girlydrink]

When Bill doesn't answer the question, Scarlett looks up from the clipboard and catches a familiar expression on his face. This expression, she can read. This expression, she recognises. It's the expression that leads to free drinks, the one that gets her off speeding tickets on those very rare occasions that she drives. It's the expression that, in one particularly memorable instance, got her a very undeserved pass in twelfth grade math.

She draws the pen from between her lips, deliberately pursing her lips just a little as she does so. She grins as she notes Bill's eyes lock on her mouth, then repeats herself.

"Do you have any idea how long I'll have to wait?"

[billboyd]

Way to be obviously entranced with her mouth, Boyd, he thinks drily, and shakes his head slightly, thinking about the way Keira would roll her eyes at him if she were privy to this spectactular little display of intelligence.

"He's with someone," Bill says, "so it's likely to be a bit. I'll call back and tell him you're here though, if you'd like to sit down." He has to bite his tongue to avoid offering to get her a cup of coffee or something else to drink, and he's not sure if he's exasperated with himself or amused.

Scarlett (whose lips, Bill notes, are pink, not scarlet at all, glossed but not tarted up to the extreme) tilts her head at him slightly, her pretty lips curling slightly into a pout. Oh, now I've done it, he thinks, and he's definitely amused now. She's on to me."Sit down, love," he says, smiling and endeavoring to keep his eyes off of her mouth