Cisco didn’t even make half an attempt to keep in the massive urge to roll his eyes that overtook him when Hartley turned to bitch at the director. Considering it was an at least thrice-daily occurrence, keeping in such frequent urges might cause him to implode. He knew his agent, standing behind him, was fighting an equally strong urge to nudge him and implore him to behave himself. She’d long since realized it wasn’t even a losing battle she was fighting; it was already lost by a long shot.
He did, however, manage to keep to himself the snide remarks that had jumped into his head the moment Hartley began to speak. But only just. It was already shaping up to be a long day on set, and he didn’t want to unnecessarily subject himself to extended time around his costar.
Even though it would be a secret he’d take with him to the grave, he did privately agree with Hartley’s assertion. Piper’s character was a bit too intertwined with his own at times.
He couldn’t even find it within himself to be all that mad about Hartley’s disparaging remarks because it was his ‘snub nose and dumb smile’ that kept their viewership coming back for more. Granted, a great deal of it was probably because of the relationship and the ‘will they won’t they’ in terms of creating a real relationship that extended beyond the semi-frequent fucking, if most social media comments were to be believed.
Once Hartley had flounced off in the direction of his trailer, he turned to his agent. “And we’re sure we can’t just kill him off with minimal explanation?” he muttered, pulling a face.
He had about an hour before they’d be shooting the next scene, so he began to wander back to his trailer. Thankfully, the next one included no kissing whatsoever. The one after that, however… he was not looking forward to it, to say the least.
Hartley was furious. The writers of this show should be fired... not only was Piper being reduced to essentially a plot device for Cisco’s character, but... upon reading the script over for a few of the scenes planned next week, they were planning some majorly messed up shit. Hartley knew... having queer characters of any sort in the media was bound to attract some shitty writing, but to stick to such cliches? It was awful.
“You seriously expect me to play Piper having daddy issues?” He sneered hatefully at his agent. “No, this is unacceptable. Piper is not the sort to be with someone that reminds him of his father, that is disgusting.”
“Hartley, please... I get that you’re frustrated, but-”
“Frustrated? Hah!” Hartley stood, pacing the room furiously. “I took this role because I saw potential. Now... now what is he? Some fucked up cliche that no one will ever take seriously?” He groaned, pushing his fingers through his hair. “No, I can’t condone this. Tell them I refuse.”
“Hartley, I know you’re a big name, but to ask for them to change the story...” His agent floundered, and Hartley glared.
“Do it, or I walk away not only from this show, but from you.” He spoke lowly, the threat clear. “This is morally wrong, and you know it. I’ve worked hard to earn my place in Hollywood. It’s time to use what sway I have to make sure queer representation is done right.”
His agent sighed, and nodded, stepping away. “You have another scene in an hour... head to costuming soon.” Hartley nodded curtly.
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