tempted, i think so !

[johnny]

, youd think id be satisfied
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celebration. thats what this night called for. celebration of life in general? perhaps, but mainly because the audition that frankie had gone to earlier that day had gone so well. it was only for a minor role, as per usual, but every role counted. it was the first role that frankie had managed to get since last year. he never managed to get the lead roles either, not even the supporting role. he was either unsuccessful or was too late. he was surprised, actually, that he had even got this role as it was the only male role left. unlucky. seriously. but he didnt mind. it seemed like it should be a good role for him to play. he liked playing smart people and the publications executive sounded smart to him. he figured he would get to wear suits all the time and he liked that. he liked to make sure his appearance was top notch. it normally was, but it took an effort. and, of course, money, which he was slowly running out of due to his lack of movie appearances just lately.

so anyway, earlier on in the day he had almost missed his rehearsal. he knew exactly when it was, he had it in his phone too, but he had lost his phone. it was normally glued to his hand so it really was strange that he couldnt find it. he had left it on the bathroom counter of the hotel he was currently staying in when he had gone to freshen up in the morning. it was weird that he hadnt used it since the morning too. maybe it was stress or nerves for the audition he had later on. he often did get nerved up before auditions. these had only been for minor roles too so he dread to think what he would be like for a major, seriously competitive role later on in a big film. maybe as he did more auditions and got more roles and noticed more he would be better with them. he hoped he would. he kind of expected he would, not to sound big headed or anything though, obviously. he had realised though, luckily, that he needed to go to the audition so he did. nerves slowly disappeared as he neared the audition place though. he had his ipod plugged in and his phone reglued to his hand. music buzzed in his ear and his phone buzzed every now and again with a text or email or something. he loved to feel popular - see that people thought about him, you know?the audition had gone well though. it was fairly quick. he just had to read a part of a script, say what other roles he had had in the past and

just basically made himself sound amazing. it was easy. no, no, he hated talking about himself. he wasnt interesting at all, or so he thought. but he was obviously a good enough candidate for the role and he got it. so he decided to celebrate. he didnt know who with, and he didnt know where. on his way back from the audition he stopped off at the first bar he got to though and ordered a malibu and coke. he detested the taste of malibu, but he didnt really know many drinks. they seemed to have change a little since his college days. he didnt know who to call, he just figured someone would find him and talk to him. he just sat at the bar taking occasional sips from his drink. oh, how it felt to be alive.

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On this side, however, life just sucked. Jack wasn’t really enjoying himself at this point, but whatever the case, you would think that after suffering the consequences of a getting a drunken marriage in Vegas, Jack would have a little shame and control. To some extent, he did. I mean, at least he wasn't back in Vegas with another queen of innocence. But still. All in all, he found himself almost exactly where he started: with a shot of whiskey in hand, already buzzed off his ass.

So what happens next? He brings home a girl from the bar back to his apartment? Even though everyone already knew he was still married to her, no one was aware about his living conditions with her. The last thing he they needed was a front page story about how he cheated on his wife or something. Ugh. Well, no biggie, though. As far as he knew, he had himself under control so far. Granted, the deprivation of sex in so long was killing him, but his composure was something he was putting to the test. This could be somewhat of a challenge for him after all. He knew Nina wasn’t testing him and teasing him on purpose, that much was obvious. Didn’t matter, really. He was going to be gone back to Los Angeles in a matter of days.

Besides, there was no reason to be celebrating anyway. Granted if Jack was still a teacher in high school, he would love this life he had right now. The nicer income as an actor, more fans, less work after job, no bickering teenagers clawing at his neck; It was all great. On top of it all, Jack bailey had himself a lead role in the new blockbuster being filmed. So why was he saying life sucked right now? Well, he was Jack Bailey. Easily pleased, quickly bored and sickened by his own stupid mistakes. He did too many stupid things, but eventually did take responsibility for them as well. He always did like to be in a good mood, though. But a drunken marriage?! With Nina Clarke?

Yeah, that’s not really pleasing for him. Could he seriously get lower than that? He didn’t know. And right now, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted it at all. He just kept telling himself it didn’t matter, because he’ll be back in L.A. soon for filming. So yeah. There he was. Sitting at the bar, downing his fourth shot of whiskey. It hadn’t been long after when another person came to sit down by him. Just what he needed. Another face he really didn’t even want to look at.

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[johnny]

, youd think id be satisfied
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STAY STRUGGLING WITH THE PART OF ME THAT WANTS TO RUN THE STREET - - - - - -

rowan felt quite rude. hed been in his own little world, not even realising there was actually somebody sat there next to him. he didnt know if the guy had been there all the time or if he had just come and sat with him, or rather sat at the bar, lately. but still, rowan hadnt said whats up or hello or anything. he looked up to the stubbly chinned guy and smiled and weak smile. he didnt know him and whilst he was in the mood for socialising he would have prefered to socialise with someone he actually knew, someone he would be able to keep a conversation going with. he liked to talk sense, not the crap that you said when you were a teenager. proper gritty stuff, yes please sire. as the new guys face came into focus in frankies ecstatic eyes he raised his eye brows in surprise. it was jack bailey, that actor dude. frankie had heard hed got the lead role in a new movie or something, not the same one that frankie had a minor role in. that action one he really had wanted to star in. six lives was it? honestly, it had slipped frankies mind; that movie wasnt important to him anymore to be frank. but the fact he was sat next to a pretty well known and well talked about guy made him smile.

"hey," he said slowly, a little unsure actually, "arent you jack bailey?" he had heard that jack had recently got married to that nina girl. hed never met her but hed heard of her. he didnt know how long theyd been together but he liked unity and stability. he admired jack sort of for being a good actor and also being married. "hows married life?" he looked down after speaking to his drink and took another sip. the strong, alcoholic coconut taste made him cringe. he remembered drinking it when he was younger just because his friends said it got you drunk quicker. that night had ended in disaster. tonight wouldnt though. he would drink slowly and steadily, he wasnt really aiming to get drunk alone. or in the presence of strangers. maybe he would have a different attitude if he had been with friends but the fact was he wasnt, so he didnt. a few drinks and back home to watch television or go on his laptop. he had his birthday to plan too, it probably wouldnt actually get planned mind you - he was a slow planner. and he had no idea where he wanted to go, who he wanted to go with and what he wanted to do in the place he wanted to go to. but he was sure something would come along for him. he was so excited, he either wanted to go to hawaii or las vegas, those were his first two choices. but of course, a guy could change his mind as easily as a girl could. for now though, he wanted to celebrate as best he could and see what jack bailey really was like. he wanted to find out for himself and not necessarily believe those gossip sites. they lied sometimes, only sometimes.

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looking over, jack saw the guy smile. Wtf, a smile? The last thing he wanted from this guy was a smile. Jack was a sweetheart, most of the time and was generally the kind who made friends rather quickly. He didn’t even know this guy, but the last thing he wanted was a freakin’ smile from him. Besides, he wasn’t in the mood to socialize, especially not with him. If anything, he would just pour out of his life’s pathetic annoyances to the bartender and that was it. He saw his eyebrows raise as if he instantly recognized who he was or something. Yeah he better know who the hell he was.

What the hell was wrong with him anyway? Why was he smiling like such a dumbass. Why doesn’t he just go and smile at sonnet winhouse or something, he’d like that much better. There it was, though. That greeting he wasn’t looking forward to at all, but knew it was coming. He didn’t answer at first. He didn’t want to. Jack usually wasn’t rude, but he was easily jealous. Jack looked away, taking a swig of his whiskey. ”how’s married life?” that next question just caught his attention like no other.

No one dared to seriously ask him how married live was and not laugh about it after asking. Jack looked over, unable to actually digest the fact that he asked that. Then again, why wouldn’t he? It was jack that had something against him, not the other way around. Hell, he probably didn’t even personally know jack until sonnet somehow told him that her and jack were…well, there was no her and jack. Why would she tell him? Why was he so jealous, he was married for pete’s sake. ”married life,” he chuckled out of sheer intoxication.

”Bro…don’t even get me started.” finishing up the shot, he saw there was another shot right in front of him and he picked it up, not really giving a crap about the bartender asking him kindly to ‘take it easy’. ”it is just GREAT.” the sarcasm was clear in his drunken voice. ”I mean what on earth do you think could possibly be better than getting’ hitched and havin’ to stay locked up in a crummy million-dollar penthouse MILES from home? Huh?” He didn’t expect an answer, ”Nothing, right? It’s GREAT.”

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[johnny]

, youd think id be satisfied
- - - - - - - - - - - - BUT LATELY ONLY LATE AT NIGHT I FIND IT HARD TO SLEEP !



STAY STRUGGLING WITH THE PART OF ME THAT WANTS TO RUN THE STREET - - - - - -

rowan was slowly realising that maybe jack bailey wasnt like how he expected most well known stars to be. he thought he would maybe smile back, maybe even reply with a 'hello', but there was no greeting. he ended his smile swiftly and heard jack's response to his question. from his sarcastic tones and quick drinking he figured that this topic was a bit touch and go. he wished he hadnt asked him, but what could he do now? he had asked him and all he could do was talk. he seriously didnt understand why marriage would be a touchy subject. committment was amazing. rowan was pretty much desperate to find someone to share his life with, just one person. he wanted to settle down and maybe even have a family. that was one of his dreams.

but why the sarcasm jack bailey? was it not what it was meant to be? "what on earth do you think could possibly be better than getting’ hitched and havin’ to stay locked up in a crummy million-dollar penthouse miles from home?" rowan honestly couldnt think of many things better than that. his eye brows raised sharply at that comment. he realised though that jack probably wasnt wanting a reply, rowan didnt want to stir up any sorts of trouble so this time he did just leave it. even though he wanted to laugh out loud. jack was being quite selfish rowan though. what did his wife think about him saying things like that? he wasnt even sure she would know. rowan didnt reply to the question with his thoughts and concerns though.

"oh right, i get you," he said, letting his eye brows fall back down. he hoped jack wouldnt have seen his surprise. rowan began to think he might be like that when, or rather if, he ever became quite as famous as jack bailey was. he decided he would try and avoid this level of selfishness or sarcasm ever coming from him. it wasnt like him now so honestly he couldnt see it happening if he ever got more famous. he would like to get more famous. he wanted more roles. more major roles anyway, not just minor ones. he was happy with minor roles for now, at least he was getting his name out there a little. right now rowan could honestly say he was pretty damn happy. he didnt dare ask if jack bailey could say the same. the awkward silence hurt rowan, he hated not knowing what to say. he just felt grubby. he didnt want to break the silence that perhaps jack preferred though so stayed silent, just thinking about what jack had been saying. and how much he didnt agree.

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”I get you? Jack was a little confused by those words. This was, at this point, his worst enemy, and he got Jack? Note, he was too drunk to realize this guy was just some guy who he was jealous of and chose to tolerate him. Probably didn’t even have any idea Jack even had a problem with him, let alone why he had a problem with him. There was this story I read back in…probably, freshmen year of high school. Cask of Amontillado? It’s by Edgar Allen Poe, I’m guessing that’s what it’s called. So this drunk man takes his other drunk friend down to this wine cellar of some sort, plotting to kill him because he wanted revenge for something that didn’t even matter.

This guy was just so pissed and ready to kill the guy, he didn’t even realize that the guy was actually happy to see him. He ends up killing him, that’s all I remember and the other guy didn’t even know what the hell just happened. Somehow Jack’s anger towards this guy reminds me of that story. It was really boring, but the plot just kinda stuck to me and I always recall back to it in moments like these. Anywho, back into character.

Jack looked over at the guy and just stared for a second. What was so special about him anyway? I mean it wasn’t like what did he have that Jack didn’t? It was ridiculous. ”So, dude.” Jack spoke in his drunken voice and leaned against the other guy a little. ”How’s Sonnet?” He asked. Really, it wouldn’t have mattered to him if he wasn’t drunk, but that was all he could think about right now. That long blonde hair, the sexy, alluring eyes, that…well, he guessed she also had a fine body.

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[johnny]

, youd think id be satisfied
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STAY STRUGGLING WITH THE PART OF ME THAT WANTS TO RUN THE STREET - - - - - -

it was pretty clear to frankie that jack was drunk. it was also clear he had no idea who frankie was. but seriously, why should he? unless he was a hardcore fan - which was highly doubtful - he wouldnt know. the essence of alcohol wafted through the air and frankie wasnt sure whether it was just the drinks in front of them or whether it was actuallt jack. he didnt really want to decide as he thought it might be rude, even if he didnt outwarldy explain his thoughts. if he was going to decide, however, he would have said the scent was coming from jack. he was almost certain. when he leant into him a little it was difficult to stay still. he flinched almost immediately, as one might expect when a pretty much stranger leans on you. it was a little awkward especially as frankie figured their relationship was probably not a friendly one, or wouldnt be a friendly one if they ever met again. he didnt think theyd be enemies or anything, he just didnt think they would be the best of friends. or just friends for that matter. as frankie wasnt such a drinker the smell on jack was almost too much for him to handle, so that was partly the reason behind his nervous flinch.

frankie didnt expect the words that came from jack would ever come. "hows sonnet? was what he said. frankie hadnt seen her in a while. but she always remained in his memory. she was blonde, slim, pretty - almost everything he looked for in a girl. the fact she was blonde made her easy to remember though. you see, frankie had a thing for blondes. for really pretty blondes. of course, you couldnt base a relationship on looks no matter how hard you tried. frankie liked substance in a girl, he had to know he could have a proper conversation with her before he would even contemplate asking her out. once that hurdle was passed, though, it was still hard for him to ask a girl out. he hated being let down so never let himself get into a situation when he could be rejected. after thinking for a while, however, he replied.

"um, sonnet? im not too sure," he wondered how jack knew he knew her, "i havent seen her in a while." frankie smiled a little way, he didnt want to show any sort of emotion. he realised he wouldnt recieve any in return. "why? do you know her too?" he asked, sort of intrigued. tonight wasnt turning into such a celebration that he had hoped it would. but there was time. there was also a very slim chance that it would, but there was still time for things to change yet.

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Haha. Dude, you have to tell me. How weird does it feel to write with someone who’s character’s name is…well, you’re name? I mean it must be so weird. You’re like, “Jack is drunk.” And you’re Jack! *Giggles* Heh. Sorry. So of course he was drunk, he was just a little too frustrated to do anything else. More than ever, he drank because Nina hated it. Bullshit what she wanted, she hated him and honestly, he wasn’t really a big of her. Okay, that was a lie, she was beautiful and that’s all what Jack could’ve asked in a girl aside from sex appeal, but whatever. He just didn’t want to have anything to do with her, he wanted to get drunk and drag a woman home and fuck her right in front of Nina. Well, no. That was a lie too, but thoughts like these were just triggered his anger. And his own cousin at this point didn’t even want to talk to him. Sheesh.

So Jack watched as the guy flinched back, ignoring the fact that there could’ve been a reason for him moving away. Maybe Jack smelled back or looked threatening. He didn’t know, nor did he care enough to think about it more. The guy was looking at him as if he’d never heard the name sonnet before and it pissed jack off even more than he was already pissed off. Eventually he said that he hadn’t seen her in a while. Bullshit, Jack thought. ”is that so?”

Though he hadn’t seen this guy with Sonnet in so long, the state of his refused to believe there was anything going on. The anger was pushed aside again when he asked question, ”Know her? I taught her.” He said, rolling his eyes. What did the guy have to smile for. Jack asked for another whiskey. He was denied it. ”Ugh, dude, seriously…I’m not gonna kill myself, what the hell?” Arguing didn’t really work, the man refused to give him more alcohol. Jack knew he could be bribed off with a little more cash as a really generous tip, but it didn’t really work because Jack didn’t have that much cash on him today.

He turned to the guy sitting beside him again. ”You were in that one movie, though…right? With that girl? And the kid with the glasses?” Jack probably had no clue what he was talking about, but probably had seen this guy somewhere other than with Sonnet. Like he knew or cared. Just trying to start conversation, whether he liked it or not. It probably would keep him from wanting to punch him in the face if he knew him better.

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ohbtw • neh.

[johnny]

, youd think id be satisfied
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STAY STRUGGLING WITH THE PART OF ME THAT WANTS TO RUN THE STREET - - - - - -

haha, you know, ive never really noticed. but i guess it is kinda funny! but yeah. frankie was quite confused. he didnt know if jack was being nice or not to him. he seemed to talk to him in a sarcastic tone when talking about sonnet. but frankie was telling the truth. he hadnt seen her in quite a while. and honestly, he wasnt too bothered. yeah they were friends, but there was nothing special there to him. she was a pretty girl, most girls in hollywood were, and she was blonde. frankie loved blondes. but he didnt fancy her enough to want to go any further. he watched jack. he was trying really hard to figure out how to talk to him. before he hadnt been getting friendly vibes but now that was changing a little. he was talking to him more now. like a normal conversation. he doubted they would exchange numbers or anything, but he was beginning to think if they ever passed each other in the street or at an event they might say hey to eachother. maybe. as jack explained how he knew sonnet frankie raised his eyebrows. not in disbelief, he didnt doubt him at all in that matter. but he realised that jack was a bit full of himself. frankie didnt want to have to work with him professionally. well, how else could you work with someone if it wasnt professionally? frankie didnt want to work with him. period.

he kind of let his head drop in embarassment when the barman refused jack another drink. he looked up after jack said he wouldnt kill himself and smiled weakly at the barman. "uh, ill just have a lemonade. please." he had a feeling jack wouldnt be too happy if he got served another drink, even though he wasnt remotely drunk, and he hadnt. so he played it safe and went for a soft drink. he had always liked lemonade anyway. he wouldnt have been surprised, looking at the state of jack now, if he took out a hip flask or a little bottle of vodka from his pocket or something. as the conversation continued frankie found himself laughing a little. inside of course, he wouldnt want to offend jack in anyway. he didnt know what he would do when drunk. "that was me. yeah." it wasnt. but he didnt want to explain which film he had been in, which had not even made $5million at the box office, to jack who regularly appeared in blockbusters. he felt inferior to him almost. "thats cool how you knew that, dude." he wanted to push the conversation on, past which films they had been in. frankie was terrible in on the spot moments, so he just blurted out the first thing that came to his head.

"so, are your glasses designer?" he nodded to the glasses jack had. and smiled a little. keep it friendly. keep it friendly. honestly? frankie had forgotten about getting his role. he was concentrating too hard on not getting into a fight or argument with jack. his new friend? maybe it was too soon to call him that. his new acquaintance fit better perhaps? yes. that would do.

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