The Actor's Contract
And suddenly, for the briefest moment, we’re in sync — peanut butter and jelly against the world.
Poor bastard. He doesn’t know he’s poking a hornet’s nest. During my brief time here, I’ve learned that you never ever want to cross a Blackburn or a Grimm. And Mel is a delightful cocktail of both, currently pregnant and hormonal. Basically, more dangerous than Jackson with a hangover.
The man turns his head slightly, scanning the crowd like he’s checking if his audience is ready, then resumes his performance.
“Let’s go to the bathroom, and I will let you suck it.” His voice is rather loud, as if he’s talking to someone further away. Maybe he’s hard of hearing.
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