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Post by Milo Ventimiglia on Jul 13, 2007 20:50:48 GMT -5
That damn scene had taken ages to finish, and that director was hell. He was treating Milo like an amateur. Yeah, he'd only done like, 30 movies. /Only/. He'd earned a well deserve break. After tidying himself up and getting his clothes back on, he had decided to go the Anillo del Fuego. They made killer Malibu's.
He had grabbed a pair of dark shades and a baseball cap to pull over his head in an attempt to blend in. Hey, it usually worked quite well. He had instructed James to leave him alone, promising a pay rise. Life was good when you could bribe people with money.
He wandered down the beach towards the bar, parched from drinking unecessary amounts of salt water. One thing he hated about shooting in the ocean. Although it was all well worth it when the paycheck arrived. His movies went for millions now, much more than the few thousand he used to get when he was younger. Chyeah, he was on high demand these days.
He felt kinda bad about Daylin, he could understand why she'd done what she had. But he had to be careful around the crew, because that kind of footage could get into the wrong hands and cause chaos for his career.
Speak of the devil, DC was sitting at the bar. Good, now he could apologise. He approached her, taking a seat beside her, "No hard feelings?" He questioned, his head slightly tilted to one side as he looked at her. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 13, 2007 21:40:41 GMT -5
So Daylin had been sitting here awhile, drinking and waving away a few guys who'd attempted to put moves on her. She was on her third Tartini and for this 5'4", 102lbs girl, that meant apparent intoxication. Day wasn't a TOTAL lightweight who'd get wasted with two beers, but it only took a few cocktails for her to be feelin' right tipsy.
She was perched on a barstool, slender &&tan legs crossed, in her tiny lime green Billa bikini, her curled hair cascading down to just past her bust. The oh-so tiny teacup yorkie of hers was lying in her lap, ears perked up as she watched her surroundings with those big honey brown eyes.
Daylin downed the rest of Tartini #3, only to hold up her finger, indicating she'd like a shot. "Jager, pleasee," she smiled, nodding her thanks to the loverly bar tender as she threw back the more-so loverly shot of Jager. She winced, her face scrunching up a bit as the liquid burned her throat on the way down.
"Eeeeek," she screeched, sliding the shot glass back over to the dude behind the counter.
DC only peeled her attention away from alcohol when a familiar voice appeared at her side. Spinning her stool around so she was facing him, she tilted her head to the side as well, narrowing her baby blues and pursing her perfectly glossed lips. "Only if you let me wear your hat," she told him with a quick nod. It was a small price to pay for the approval of THE Daylin Connors. |
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Post by Milo Ventimiglia on Jul 14, 2007 1:12:51 GMT -5
His hat? She must be kidding. Surely she must know it's for his own protection. But the look on her face made it clear it was the only option. Sighing, his pulled his hat off, running a hand through his wavy black hair and casting a few glances around the place. They all seemed too consumed in their own conversations to really take notice of him. He passed over the hat, leaning his side against the table top, "Happy now?" He teased, grinning. He cared too much about what people thought to have someone hate him. It just wasn't him to shrug someone off.
Milo moved his focus to behind the bar, surveying the contents of the shelves, "A Malibu, thanks." He requested, watching as the male mixed white coconut rum with pineapple juice. You just couldn't go past a good tropical mix. He soon returned his mocha gaze back to Dee, now realising she had had quite a bit to drink. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 14, 2007 1:30:27 GMT -5
Ohmann, he'd actually handed it over!! He looked slightly concerned, worried he'd be noticed, but Daylin just shook her head, "They're all drunk... nobody cares who you are."
"Yeeees," she told him with a giggle. She daintily placed the hat atop her oh-so perfect blonde locks, adjusting it slightly so it was straight. Tilting her head up so her gaze could bypass the bill of the cap and she could see the gawjuss Milo, Daylin smiled drunkenly. "Sooo... how do I look??" she asked, posing with a hand behind her head classic glamour-style and making a superr cutee kissy-face.
DC looked back to the bar tender, catching his attention before ordering another beverage, "Can III havee a pina coladaa??" So she was slurring her words slightly, get over it. This was drunken Daylin after a shot of Jager &&three tartinis sink in. You //know// you lovee it.
Cali yipped, sticking her tiny tongue out as she panted. Sensing her baby was thirsty, Day looked back to the bar tender again. "Ohhh... aand a saucerr offf waterpuhleasee. Maake sure it'ss filteredd!!" |
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Post by Milo Ventimiglia on Jul 14, 2007 1:53:47 GMT -5
Her words reassured him a bit, his tensed muscles relaxing a little bit more. He retrieved his drinks, nodding thanks to the barman. He'd just have one, he knew better than to get drunk in a public place, being a celebrity as he was.
He chuckled slightly at her reaction, watching her place it over her hair and strike a pose, "Better than I did." He replied with a smirk, taking a sip of his cooling drink. Thankfully the swim had cooled him down earlier, he could never really stand heat which made saunas a big no for him.
He watched her order another drink. Was she planning on getting toasted? He wasn't about to tell her off or anything though. He just couldn't help but think that she drove to the beach and might have a bit of trouble getting back, "Are you... going to be able to get back to your hotel alright?" He questioned, being the gentleman he was. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 14, 2007 2:08:26 GMT -5
Daylin grinned at his response. "Ohyesss... I think I'll keep itt," she informed him with a matter-o-factly nod.
The bar tender placed the gawjuss pina colada before her and she took a sip, instantly in heaven. There's nothing DC enjoys more than pineapples &&coconuts &&alcohol. Like all of her favourite stuff all in one, y'knoww?? She slid it along the bar counter to Milo. "Tryysomee!! It's ah-mazingg!!" she insisted.
The dewd behind the counter placed a little saucer of water in front of her as well as the little mini-bottle of Fiji it'd come out of, so she could refill. "Thankssdewddd," she told him, picking up Cali and setting her on the counter so she could have a drink.
While the puppy re-hydrated, Daylin looked to Milo. Duuude, he was a //total// hottie... seriouslyy... "Uhmmm....prollyyy. Why??" she asked, running her tongue over her teeth. Her mouth was kinda numb, a tell-tale sign that she'd had some alcohol. Ohjoyy. |
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Post by Milo Ventimiglia on Jul 14, 2007 2:22:15 GMT -5
He looked down at the drink, taking a hold of the glass and tasting the drink. He passed it back to her, "It's pretty good, tastes just like a Malibu." He replied, passing the glass back to her. It was probably the exact same drink but with a different name. Who could keep up with it these days. Honestly.
He shrugged at her reply, "I was just wondering, because by the way you're throwing those drinks back you might need some help. Besides, I haven't got anything planned for the rest of the day so just say the word and i'll give you the full star treatment, limo and all." He replied with a grin. Hopefully it'd sound tempting, because if anything happened to her, he'd feel like it was his fault and he didn't need that riding on his conscience. [/font][/color][/size] |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 14, 2007 4:36:52 GMT -5
Daylin took the drink back once he'd had a sip. "Onlyy better because it's miiinee!!" she laughed, picking up the puppy and returning Cali to her lap before sipping on her pina colada some more. Not that DC needed any more pina colada... at all... but it was just //so// delishh.
Even in all her non-sobernesssss... Daylin realised that Milo was reaching out &&being a good person. Surprising for an A-list celeb, fersherr. Smiling hugely, she played with the straw of her beverage with her teeth, speaking at the same time, "Ooooohhhh... limo!! I wanna go in the limo!! Will you be there withmeee??" she asked, slurred words and all.
He'd even gone so far as to mention he had the rest of the day open, which means he could spend the rest of the day with Daylin. Ooohhhhh... this could be funn. |
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Post by Milo Ventimiglia on Jul 14, 2007 4:57:30 GMT -5
He chuckled, knowing that she'd pick the limo over anything else. Because who wouldn't want to ride around in a limo stocked with french champagne and gourmet food? It's just not possible to pick another option, "Limo it is then." He agreed with a nod, pulling out his cellphone, flipping it open and speed dialing his driver, "Hugh? Yeah, bring the limo outfront Anillo del Fuego's." He instructed into the phone before flipping it shut, returning it to his pocket, "Which hotel are you staying at, assuming you are at a hotel..?" He stated in a questioning tone. She didn't look the type to live in Cabo, and it was vacation season, so it was only fair to ask.
He hated the thought that if he hadn't offered to take her back, she might've done something stupid in her intoxicated state. He had morals and a conscience, so sue him. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 14, 2007 5:08:21 GMT -5
Daylin watched in awe as he dialed up his limo. Ohmann, what it must be like to ride around in limo's all day. Sure, she had money, but she'd only ever been in a limo for a school dance or benefit her parents made her attend. Other than that, it was her white Porsche Boxster S.
She thought this question over a minute, trying desperately to remember where the hell she was staying. "Uhmmmm... Costaaadel Sollll resortt," she finally announced, grinning proudly.
Looking to the dude behind the counter, she smiled, "Put it on my tabb, Jose," she instructed before picking up her puppy and sliding off the stool. Daylin shouldered her handbag, choosing to clutch her puppy close to her chest, using her free hand to grab Milo's arm for balance.
Grinning in that 'i'm soo drunk right now' fashion, she suddenly became very intrigued with the sand. Snapping out of it a few minutes later, she looked to Milo. "C'monnn... let's goooo!!!" |
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Post by Milo Ventimiglia on Jul 14, 2007 5:22:59 GMT -5
Milo raised a brow, "Costa del Sol? Go figure, so am I." He replied, letting her use him for balance as he helped her over to the parks where the limo would turn up any minute, "Funny, I haven't seen you in the hallways or elevators before, though i'm usually avoiding everyone else." He added with a chuckle, only slightly feeling sorry for himself. Jees, he'd give anything to be a normal person for one day. But he'd never truly give up his career for it, he loved acting too much.
Finally the familiar black stretch limo arrived, pulling up at the curb. A tall slim man got out of the driver side, opening the door for them. Milo walked over, careful to not let her lose her balance, "Watch your head." He instructed, scooting in after her before the driver closed the door. Finally he could have some champagne. He opened one of the fridges, pulling out a glass for himself and the bottle, pouring it carefully. He wasn't about to get her anymore drunk than she already was so he didn't offer. If she really wanted some, she'd offer a bit of his glass, "make yourself at home." he said, sitting back into the soft leather and stretching his legs out, barely feeling the car pull out onto the road, "So why isn't your boyfriend in Cabo with you?" He asked. The classic question to see if she was single. Why not, he liked to tease. |
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 14, 2007 5:33:29 GMT -5
Daylin giggled, "Well, I don'tt spendmuchtimeee in the hotel. I'm alwayss outside or somethingg," she explained, walking along with him to the limo. She was still shoe-less seeing as she didn't want to damage her expensive heels.
"Ooohhh!! Limooo!!" she slid inside, grateful for Milo's help. Once Daylin got a good look at her surroundings, she couldn't stop grinning. Ohmann, talk about luxury!!! She could //so// get used to this. Setting her purse on the ground and the puppy inside, she turned her attention back to the still-gawjuss Milo. 'Make yourself at home'. Oooh, that was all she needed to get //totally// comfy in this top-notch mode of transport.
Faux-yawning to illustrate her need to relax, Daylin shifted slightly so she was sitting on the seat sideways, her back to Milo, then she leaned back, placing her head in his lap with a grin. "Helllooooo, gorgeoussss," she cooed, her hands folded on her oh-so perfectly flat, tanned tummy.
So it was a bit awkward to be laying down in the back of a limo in nothing but a bikini with a hott guy under her head. But hey... she wasn't sober so that made it all a-o.k.!!
"Welll..." she started to answer his question, trying to remember why her boyfriend wasn't here. Oh yeah!! She didn't have one. She'd broken up with Blake awhile ago &&remained single since. "...prollyy 'cuz I don't havee onee." DC looked up at him, perfectly waxed eyebrows raised, "Whyy? Youu wanna fill inn??" [/b][/right][/size][/color] |
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Post by Milo Ventimiglia on Jul 15, 2007 1:42:14 GMT -5
Milo watched her with curiosity as she made herself 'comfortable' with her head resting in his lap. Not exactly what he had meant but whatever, he had left it open for her to decide what was comfortable and if it meant lying on him, so be it.
He took a sip of his champagne, savouring the flavour as she answered his question. Fill in? Yeah right. Dating someone that wasn't in the industry was a death wish, unless... "Funny you should mention that. Y'see, i've always wanted to test my ability to act on the spot and that'd be the perfect opportunity. That is, ofcourse, if you're up to the challenge? It'd be easy, really." He stated casually, finishing off the glass and placing it back in the cooler. |
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