Famous & Dumb at an Early Age.

Cheryl Hampton | Film Actress | 23 I always get what I want, when I want it. At least that's what it seems like to everyone on the outside, looking in.

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Yeah Coming home is great, where did you go? 

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"Los Angeles-- the city of fame, fakes, and fuck boys."

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She's Lost | Cheryl+Darien

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"Right?" Darien raised an eyebrow, but it didn’t really bother him. He wasn’t even going to tease her, or answer with her own I’m no one’s baby. They had their drinks, so the man took his glass too. Now that he had some company the prospect of getting drunk was way more realistic, but since his place wasn’t that far away, Darien thought it would be safe enough. “If you say so, ” he said, shaking his head slightly. 

He smiled and nodded and the tone of Cheryl’s voice got sarcastic. Well, people needed labels, making their life easier and too predictable. Labels weren’t making anything simpler, though, this wasn’t Darien’s opinion. They were just some more lies people needed to avoid questions, so nobody would have to worry about more complicated, complex aspects. “Always? Guess now I’m someone, took me less than a minute.” Darien drank some scotch and this time he almost grinned for a second or two. “How are your scripts? Who are you going to play now?” 

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Scripts...? Scripts... Right! Cheryl had to remind herself-- already, her surroundings were becoming hazed. "Oh, um... I'm portraying a whore in one film that is attempting to be with a frequent client, and she has no name throughout the entire film. It's quite sad. Another, it's simply a cameo as myself for some kind of comedy... I don't remember-- I didn't read the script except for the part I'm in. Oh, also another film where I portray a university student that wants to be a part of a popular sorority, as well as a high school student that is the first to be killed off in an upcoming horror film... I'm a busy, busy lass." Cheryl slurred that last phrase, grinning wildly and reaching for another martini glass, not even bothering to eat the two olives before downing her drink.

"My dearest Darien, you are a someone when you're hanging with me." A sudden laugh tumbled from her lipstick stained lips as she pointed to herself before setting her half empty glass on the bar top, propping her elbows up on it as well and holding her face in her hands with a dumbfounded smile, appearing as though her eyes had become heavy. "I like you, Darien. You're a real heap of fun, aren't you, baby." Again, the sarcasm came sputtering out of her as usual.

"Well, tell me what you're doing. Go on. I promise not to laugh even if it's pathetic and boring." Stirring the red stick in her martini glass, she smiled crookedly, using her other hand to tousle her blonde locks. "Well, I might laugh... but I'm sure you're not boring. There's no way someone as handsome as yourself could be boring." She muttered honestly.

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"Fuck... Good to be home." The slender blonde muttered under her breath, exhaling smoke in the process followed by taking a second drag from her lit cigarette. 

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W Magazine’s It Girls Party in L.A.

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She's Lost | Cheryl+Darien

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Listening to her, Darien could gather even more information than she’d actually revealed. And, obviously, even more once she put the sunglasses on the bar and he could see her eyes. Another thing that didn’t matter as long as somebody didn’t want Darien to join and dull his senses. Chewing the inside of his lip, taking sips of his scotch from time to time, he uttered quite amused “Oh, you’re welcome” when she mentioned him calling Cheryl by her name. Then he smiled a bit, leaning back. 

"You better not drink too much if you wanna be on set tomorrow," he said, but not even trying to patronize, no matter how it sounded. Well, he shouldn’t be drinking too much either, since he wanted to continue his work tomorrow. With a wink, he added, "but yeah. Have fun." Darien downed his scotch, enjoying another The Bartender & Cheryl The Customer scene. This time it was even better and almost made Darien chuckle. He couldn’t say he was shocked because she’d told him she was an actress, a good one. Not that he was used to such scenes, though. 

His fingers ran through his hair before Darien scratched his neck. The whole situation was rather entertaining, but he didn’t know whether Cheryl was a hundred percent serious with her what an idiot, or not. This was an advantage. “So now I’m baby and you’re just Cheryl?” He raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips again. “Naughty.”

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Cheryl turned her attention back to the tall seated man beside her and raised an eyebrow, checking her perfectly manicured nails for a moment thereafter. "I'm Cheryl, you're baby. Sounds about right." A sly grin crept onto her face for only a split second. Soon a plethora of drinks had been placed before them on a tray, and Cheryl took no less than five seconds to reach for a martini glass, repeating her previous actions with the drink to suck it down, now use to the taste.

Stirring the thin red stick in the glass, she smiled softly at Darien. "I'm always naughty, everyone who's anyone knows that about Cher." Her tone was a bit sarcastic, but what she said was true. She was always the odd one that seemed distant, rebellious, and strayed far from most other stars. Despite these traits, she could suddenly turn into anyone on camera, be it a sweet protagonist or an evil villain. Perhaps that was why she was so capable? Such an emotionless blank page could be taught to be anyone.

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A smirk appeared on his lips for one short moment when Cheryl answered and seemed to remember about his lousy habit. Then he was his usual no-emotions self, taking a sip of his drink. She looked like she wanted to spend this evening having fun anywhere but a place like this one, but he said no word. Not that he could call himself an expert on the fashion industry or anything, though. Darien waited for her to choose what she wanted and then looked at the bartender; this one wasn't going to be his favorite for sure, mostly because the guy seemed to have logged out hours ago. His whole shift on auto pilot, or something.

"I’m great." Now this was the usual amount of words leaving his mouth. Darien looked at her, not sure what he could add not to come off as rude, or bored. "Enjoying my day off." A bit better; drinking on one’s day off didn’t require any additional comment. He sucked his lower lip in and watched the bartender react to Cheryl’s words, eventually. Then his eyes were back at hers and with a small nod, he answered, "Next time he’ll learn." Darien smiled again; he could agree that the guy was either incredibly lazy or just slow, but he was curious how long it should have taken that man because the blonde was used to no waiting at all, probably. He didn’t mind, it wasn’t Darien’s problem after all. Darien paid for their drinks and now she had his total attention. “And you? Any plans for tonight, Cheryl?”

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Cheryl watched Darien as he paid for her drink, a slight laugh escaping her lips almost like a gasp. "Oh-- thank you kindly..." She wasn't use to to that one bit. Tapping her fingers on the bar top, the bleach blonde tilted her head at Darien as she noticed his attention had been more focused on her. "Me? Oh, I'm marvelous, just marvelous." She waved him off casually. Cheryl grinned slightly. "Thank you for calling me by my name... baby." She muttered the word under her breath.

At last her drink came, and she immediately took the glass into her frail, delicate hands, the clear liquid shaking slightly as she held the glass close, her hands trembling for no particular reason other than the unknown fact that she was wicked-high. She took the olive from the glass, eating them off of the thin red stick followed by taking two rather large gulps from her glass. Grimacing, Cheryl set the glass down and slowly slid off her sunglasses, revealing tired blue eyes.

"Shit... It's strong." A gentle laugh came from her lips as she set the large sunglasses beside her drink and tousled her hair. "So... day off, aye? Well. You seem to be doing it right. I'm just here to relax and recuperate before I have to be on set tomorrow afternoon." What a strange way to relax and recuperate-- if anything, she was going to need recuperating due to her choice of relaxation by morning. Finishing off her drink, she patted a hand on the bar again, calling the bartender over as if he were some kind of pet.

"Another. Actually, just bring me three." With that, she opened her clutch purse and handed him a few bills without even looking at them. She'd given him more than the cost and a tip. When the bartender attempted to tell her, she squinted and waved a hand at him. "What are you doing, bloody hell... just bring me my drinks. Are you deaf, or just utterly stupid?" She chided in a sarcastic tone, closing her purse and sniffling a few times. "And get him whatever he was drinking, too. Go! Please!" Now she was certain that their service would suffice much better.

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She's Lost | Cheryl+Darien

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After a week of his hard work Darien could say his new place was turning into something more home-like. His days off never looked like any other person’s free time and yet, he wasn’t a workaholic or whatever. Plus, he’d been doing his best to stop himself from getting into all the emotional shit he wasn’t used to. Damn, all of a sudden he had so many people around him and even after a few months it felt strange. From no words and no company in Wakefield to this. Finally, he could let his guard down and actually choose whether he wanted to talk to someone, or not. Not to mention the whole set of other new old possibilities. 

Like this loft; it was way too big for one man to live in and there’d been thousands of things to take care of, but Darien had fallen in love and bought it without thinking, since it was surprisingly cheap. Every single part of the place needed being fixed, and for a handyman this and paradise were synonymous. But still; Darien needed a break and not showers, coffee, or naps – this he wasn’t even going to try, though – but some liquor. 

Even though Darien had been living in this neighborhood for some time now, his maps were lacking a place like ‘his favorite pub’, so when he left he had to pick at random. He wasn’t picky, far from it. Darien’s only condition was alcohol and this he could find in every pub. This meant that the nearest one was the best one. After a minute he had his scotch and his phone to start reading another book; he would stay this way for much longer, for a few more glasses. Then, hopefully, he would finish the book instead of ‘be to drunk to continue’ – drunk Darien could make an appearance later, but not during his first time here. 

This, however, wasn’t going to happen. When he raised his eyes again, to let them look at anything but the phone’s screen and small letters, a girl entered the pub. Nothing surprising or unusual about this, but she looked somewhat familiar. Darien wasn’t curious enough to continue all this staring, but his glass was empty and this couldn’t be ignored. Once he was closer and saw the pretty face again, he could say why he was so sure he’d already seen her before. Cheryl. He ordered another glass of scotch and without any ‘hello’ or ‘look who is here’, Darien turned to the girl. “What’s your poison?”

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Cheryl wore over-sized sunglasses-- in the day, in the night, and even indoors. This was by habit, and partially to hide her bloodshot eyes and to keep to herself in public. No one ever quite questioned her for it, either. She lowered them only for a moment in the dim lighting of the pub, sniffling and using the back of her free hand to rub at her nose, blinking a few times with wide eyes behind thick rims. What's your poison? It was a familiar voice, one from an overtly tall, handsome man that Cheryl had met only a week prior to the current encounter.

"Darien... Baby..." A lipstick smeared smile then played upon her pale face as she adjusted her glasses and made her way to the bar where he was seated, not bothering to ask if anyone was taking the stool that he was sitting beside. "Mm. a dry martini." Cheryl pinched the bridge of her nose-- it still burned from her previous endeavors at home. "How are you, sweetheart?" Slender fingers slid down the man's shoulder after Cheryl had gathered herself and removed her black coat. She was a mess-- no, a hot mess.

Not but a moment after she'd greeted him, she wondered why her martini hadn't showed up in front of her, patting a hand on the bar top thrice. "A dry martini-- a dry martini, please." It was the most insincere 'please' in the history of manners. Once she'd gotten the bartender's attention, she turned her head back to Darien in a strange manner, almost as if she was stretching her neck in the process. "Golly, gee damn... Imbeciles, am I right?"

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Ty was smiling, completely amused by how upset this blonde monster got over something so small.  “You know what?  You need to chill.  None of it got on you so quit bitching and throwing a tantrum like a goddamn brat.”  The brunette rolled her eyes so hard that even her head rolled back.  “Nope.  I’ll take it straight up with you, sunshine.  And I don’t know what the hell that saying is but you must be color blind.”  After a chuckle, “Oh yeah, you might not want to forget that.  I might drop my scone on it or something.”

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Her smile irked the thin blonde, yet she mimicked the gesture, turning her head to grin at her from over her shoulder while making her way out. "It's called being a diva-- and I own it, sweetheart." Turning her head back to the door, she waved off a hand towards the mess and spoke quite clearly. "Why don't you lick it up, baby." Then, just as quickly as she'd stepped out, moments later, she'd been whisked off into the back of a black SUV which pulled off rather recklessly.

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He didn’t say a word about it; different people had different habits and he wasn’t going to be the judge of his. Darien smirked and sighed again, before he answered, “Brilliant, then. I’m Darien.”

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"Darien... right. Well, I guess I'll s you around if you're in the neighborhood."

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"Cheer up, angel face, I could’ve spilled the coffee on you.”  Ty grinned at the blonde.  ”I expect you to stop whining like a damn child, it’s very unbecoming of you and just childish.  You don’t look like a child so don’t act like one, sweetheart.”  She shrugged.  ”Your coffee, your shitty attitude… your mess.”  Ty sighed.  ”Don’t shove past me like that sweetheart or this is only gonna get worse.”

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Cheryl scoffed, turning to scrutinize the woman. "You know what, it's your mess. You made it; and you'd better be thankful that it didn't get on me you klutzy arse." The platinum blonde lowered her sunglasses for a moment to make eye contact before adjusting them back into place. "Get worse? Right. Take it up with my assistant if you have a problem, you coal eyed ninny." After her slight diva-fit, Cheryl ambled back towards the small cafe table to snatch her designer clutch-purse.

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"Well, let’s not stand here and think of what could have been."

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"Way to go, bright eyes. Now my morning coffee is all over the god damn floor. What do you expect me to do? I'm not moving from this seat. Why don't you make yourself useful and get someone over here to clean this mess up... No, you know what-- I'll do it. Move."

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"Good, it was polite," he said with a slight nod, his face completely serious. "It’s a habit, pardon me for that. But I didn’t say you were my baby.”

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"What a lousy habit..." Cheryl murmured under her breath, her arms crossing gracefully. Sniffling as though something has been caught in her nostril, she tightly closed her eyes, then opened them to make eye contact with the tall man, again having to crane her head upward to do so. "I'm Cheryl, by the way... Now there's no reason for you to refer to me as baby."

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"Is… this what you like to talk about with strangers, baby?"

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"You asked and I answered," Cheryl paused. "and I'm not your baby. I'm no one's baby."

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"Boudoir singing?"

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"Not quite singing... but I've been told that it's music to the ears."