He slides up to the bar, practically oozing with… well not charm. It’s something though, and you can just feel it like oil in the air. He is quintessentially hip, with that red leather jacket and the tight black pants. From the shades to the boots, he is pure Los Angeles in all of its seedy glory. He eyes you, giving you a twice-over, feeling you up with his wandering gaze. It’s disturbing and probably unsanitary.He coos at you, curling an arm around your waist, looking at you over his tinted shades. “Now you have the looks of a star in the making. And I’ve seen many stars in my time. I know how to pick ‘em.”He passes you a card with his name on it. You know this guy; he’s a major talent agent for RED Productions, so he’s legit. He buys you a drink, presenting his pitch.“Think about it: Millions of adoring fans worshipping you, people catering to your every whim, cash practically falling in your lap. And all you have to do is be a pretty face. I’m your man. Opportunity is knocking and I have the key.”One drink becomes two, and then five, and then somehow you’re in a back alley and he’s got one hand up your shirt and one down your pants. Suddenly this doesn’t seem like a good idea.He coos at you again, tching at your reluctance. “Oh baby, honey, sweetheart…”He gives you this half-pout.“Don’t you /want/ to be famous?”
disturbing and probably unsanitaryMOTTO:D
YES, OH GOD YES, MAKE ME FAMOUS!Immensely enjoyed.
I WANNA BE FAMOUSMOAR
(/._.)/ BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY!
I can really picture his pout below those sunglasses. I feel /sleazy/ D:
i grin hugely at this.
>>5\(^_^)/PROMOTIONS!