;;Set *The /Scene\ [Milo && DC]

[Milo Ventimiglia]

Gawd, he was looking forward to his Cabo trip being uninterrupted. But truth be told, he hardly went anywhere unless it was business. And this trip was no exception. He was at the beach to shoot a surf scene for his next big movie. Ofcourse they sent a limo to get him, because no actor goes off to a set without one. So he turned up at the beach near sunset, all the camera crew and props were there, same old, same old.

He was wearing what he wore to the Spa because they had his costume and everything there for him to change when it was time to get going. He got out of the limo, squinting his eyes out at the water. Perfect conditions. If it wasn't, he wouldn't be here and the shot would be postponed. He walked down to where all the action was happening, glancing around for the guy that usually instructs him on where to go. Sure enough, the short guy hustled him over to a changing tent, instructing him on which rack his costume was. He took a look around, soon spotting the pair of blue and black boardies. Luckily the water was warm.

[Daylin Connors]

The ONLY reason she was dragging herself out of bed before 8PM was because of Milo Ventimiglia. Well, and the fact that he'd be presumably surfing half-naked only sweetened the pot.

And so she sat up in her luxurious queen-sized bed, 1200-count Egyptian cotton and all. Raking her fingers through her oh-so messy blonde locks, she slid out from under the covers, ignoring the wedgie she'd acquired from her light pink Victoria's Secret lacy boyshort-style panties. Of course, she rocked the matching bra as well. Duhh.

Strolling into the bathroom, she turned on the shower and disrobed before stepping in. She adjusted the water, then lathered up with some yummehh-smelling soap. Daylin quickly shampooed &&conditioned her hair with her salon products and rinsed off before jumping out again. She hadn't even needed to shave. Why? Because she waxes. Also duhh.

Toweling dry, she wrapped the white terry cloth about her torso like a little dress, tying it so it wouldn't slip. Then, she brushed some product through her hair to enhance volume. Blow-drying it out completely, she then sprayed on some curl-enhancer and took a heated up curling iron to her platinum strands. She held it vertically, wrapping her hair about the heated rod so they'd stay loose and avoid stiffness.

Satisfied with her spirals, she spritzed on a bit of maximum hold spray and started on her makeup.

She might actually get wet or something, so there was no use in going overboard. With no base (not like she needed to conceal anything), she thinly rimmed her baby blues in waterproof black eyeliner, then swiped some waterproof mascara on her lashes to enhance volume. Then, she puckered those naturally plump lips of hers, smoothing some nude gloss over them evenly. No sunscreen here, Daylin can't stand the smell.

Satisfied, she blew herself a kiss before venturing into her bedroom to fetch an outfit. Hmmm... dozens of bikinis and nothing to wear. She finally spotted a Billabong bag next to her dresser and picked it up, remembering she'd bought a lime green graphic floral bikini. Ooohhh... sexy. She dropped the towel and pulled it on, adjusting the top slightly before finding herself content.

Glancing in the full-length mirror, she smiled to herself. Ohmann, DC in that curve-enhancing bikini was enough to drive even Milo wildd. She didn't even bother with a cover-up, because Daylin //LOVES// the attention. Hopeless guys cat-calling and double-taking?? She just can't get enough.

Slipping on a pair of white Dior bamboo open-toed sandal wedges, she did one more spin in front of the mirror before walking back to her bed. Laying atop a pillow beside the one her head had rested on just an hour prior was a tiny teacup Yorkie puppy. Picking up the baby girl, she gave her a series of affectionate kisses before lowering the tiny dog into her white Bali Couture dog-carrying hand bag.

Once she walked into the elevator, she slid on her white-rimmed Dolce&Gabbana oversized sunglasses. Tres chic, rightt?? Peeking into the purse on her arm, she grinned down at the little pup. "Awwhhh. Is my babyy ready to go to the beachh??" she cooed, giving Cali a kiss on the head and returning her attention to the doors of the elevator as it reached the ground floor.

Exiting the lobby, she winced as the humid heat hit her bronzed skin. Ewwie... moisture in the air. Quickly making her way down the beach, she could see that there was obviously a movie shoot in session. What, with all the crew members shuffling about and all the equipment they'd brought it. Making her way towards where she assumed the actors were supposed to change, she was abruptly stopped by a burly man. "Sorry, ma'am. Filming's in session. We can't let you in," he told her.

Daylin stepped back, lowering her sunglasses on the bridge of her straight nose, raising a perfectly waxed eyebrow skeptically. "Do you //know// who I am?? I'm Daylin Connors, fiancee of Milo Ventimiglia. Let. Me. Through," she warned through clenched teeth.

"Ohh, I'm awfully sorry ma'am. I wasn't informed Mr. Ventimiglia's fiancee would be at the set today. My apologies again, madame," he bowed away and Daylin growled. "That's what I thought, pudgy." She pulled off her shoes, holding them in her spare hand as she made her way across the hot sand. No way in fuck she'd ruin these shoes with little grains of rocks and crap.

Puppy in bag, she glanced around for sight of her acting obsession. "Miilooo!!!" she called, "MILO!!"

[HER OUTFIT'S BELOW]



[ONLY IT LOOKS LIKE 100X BETTER ON DAYLIN. KSWEET.]

[Milo Ventimiglia]

Finally dressed in his boardies, he started towards the door of the tent, only to be invaded by numerous bustling people, fixing his shorts, hair, everything. He stood patiently like he was supposed to, one girl putting some kind of oil on him, explaining that it was supposed to make the droplets stand out. Great, now he was all yuck with oil. He wasn't expecting that.

Making his way out of the tent, he glanced around, again to be interrupted by a stout little man, "Excuse me, Mr. Ventimiglia, but your fiance has arrived." He said hastily and flitted off to do whatever else he needed. Fiance?! What the fuck was he saying? Milo's brows furrowed in confusion, ready to hunt down the guy and demand what the hell he was talking about.

Soon he was told that he had twenty minute until shooting was gonna happen, so he should get comfortable. Great, he had some down time to search out who his supposed 'fiance' was. Oh no, he didn't need any time to search her out, because she was practically screaming his name out, walking down towards the set, scantily clad in a form flattering bikini and a dog.

He wandered towards her, putting on a cunning face, "So, fiance. When was I going to be informed of this?" He teased with a grin, "It was sort of my fault anyway, I guess, I should've given you something to authenticate you coming down here." He admitted, glancing around, noticing the few stares they were getting, "You realise that everyone here will think you /are/ actually my fiance, right?" He asked, grin still intact. Oh boy, this might even get in the papers, and that would be a scandal he didn't need.

[Daylin Connors]

Where the //fuck// was hee?? "MIL-" she abruptly stopped when she spun around to see her knight in sexy board shorts standing before her all sexy-like. Her oh-so perfectly glossed lips turned up into a flirty smirk.

"Ay, baybee," she greeted him enthusiastically, "Well, I was planning on telling you when we were standing at the alter, actually." Ohhhkay, so maybe that didn't make any sense, but whatever. DC's hott, she doesn't need a decent sense of humour.

She glanced around them at his mention that everyone might think this fiancee thing was for real. Dee rolled her slender, tanned shoulders forward in a slight shrug, "So? You're an actor, right?" She stepped closer so they were merely inches apart, hooking her index fingers in the waistline of his board shorts and pulling him up against her. "We'll just have to play the part." Oooh. Metaphors!! How funn!!

Her pale blue eyes gazed up at him, a spark of mischief among the speckles of grey.

Daylin was temporarily distracted from the ah-bsolutely gawjuss male specimen she was seducing by the tiny little puppy in her handbag. The teacup yorkie was yipping wildly, excited that there was a new person within sniffing-distance of her. "Awwhhh... Calii, you wanna meet Milooo??" she cooed, releasing her loverboy and reaching into the purse to pick up the pint-sized pup.

Grinning, she held up the pup to his face. "Milo, meet your daughter-to-be, Cali," she teased playfully.

[Milo Ventimiglia]

Haha... Was that supposed to be funny? It was more scary in a stalker kind of way than funny. But ofcourse he played along, not really wanting to seem like a jerk or anything, but this couldn't be happening infront of a damn film crew who could 'accidentally' turn those fucking cameras on.

Alright, she was getting a bit close for comfort here, the thought of being snapped in the back of his mind, "It's not something I can just turn on, I usually have a script." He replied, keeping his voice down, trying to resist the urge to glance around at the probably many people staring at them.

Thankfully, the dog distracted her and she released him. He stepped back slightly, regaining the comfort of his personal bubble and watched as she retrieved the dog, only to hold it up to his face, making him ,once again, uncomfortable, "I thought i'd never see the day when I have a dog for a daughter." He replied, reaching a hand up and petting the dog. He looked down at his watch, noticing he had a good fifteen minutes before the scene, "Do you want a drink or something?" He questioned, looking around for one of those personal assistants. Jees, they were always there when he didn't want them, why couldn't they appear when he needed them? Pathetic.

[Daylin Connors]

Daylin may come off as a complete airhead and totallyy clueless, but despite popular belief, she isn't stupid. And she could tell that Milo was feeling incredibly awkward. Whateverr, he probably just can't cut loose and chill because of all the crew and whatnot.

It wasn't something he could 'just turn on'? Bullshit. Any good actor can improv. Even //Daylin// could improv. Okay, so he was a bit of a prick, but what do you expect from any Hollywood A-lister? She lived near enough of them, she understood fully how they operated.

Well, she wasn't going to linger around if she was just going to get in the way. &&she could pay $9 to go see Milo shirtless in theaters when the movie came out in a couple years. It really wasn't worth her precious time or presence.

Clutching the tiny dog close to her chest, she shrugged, rolling her eyes behind the oh-so dark lenses of her designer shades. Daylin Connors didn't need this. Not now. Not ever. She could have any guy she so desired, and this one might just not be worth it.

"No, don't worry about it. I'm peacin', anyways," she explained, fishing out an old receipt from the depths of her handbag, then a pen. Setting Cali down on the sand for a moment, she gestured for the tiny puppy to heel. She was roughly the size of a coffee mug, so it wasn't like she was going far.

Holding the paper to her thigh, she wrote out a series of 10 digits before dropping the pen back into her purse and handing the slip to Milo. She picked her puppy back up, holding her close. "Call me when Hollywood lets you off the leash," she told him, gesturing around to the chaos that was a movie shoot.

He seemed like a genuinely good guy, because he'd been cool at the spa. But when he was working, he was focused, and DC was just a distraction.

One of her oh-so fake smiles teased at her lips as she blew the Hollywood hotshot a kiss. Brushing past him, she walked off toward the nearest on-shore bar: Anillo. "C'monn, Cali. Mommy needs a drink," she cooed down at the tiny pup in her arms.