Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@ftsterling-blog
ohstvlla:
“ you know, it’s a pretty pitiful moment when i purchase so much candy that the cashier asks how many valentines i have, and i’ve got to tell her nope, i don’t have any, the candied hearts are all for me. ”
“that may just be the saddest thing i’ve heard all day. who, in their right mind, would want to buy candied hearts for themselves? they taste like chalk and depression. you only buy those for people when you’re out of valentines day ideas.”
grchamhq:
Graham glanced back to Sterling. “Oh, within walking distance. Definitely. It’ll be, like, three blocks away? If you can manage that.” He teased with a smirk, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket, walking out of the theatre, figuring the other boy was good to walk. “No, not if it’s allowed, you’re the boss, obviously it’s allowed. But more like, if I’m special or not.” He mused next, a laugh escaping him. He glanced around, just wanting to make sure he knew where he was going before nodding and leading Sterling to the left. “Oh, it’ll be good. It’s, like, a cafe place. Has, like, paninis and salads and bougie L.A. stuff like that.” He said with a nod.
a simple smirk graced the theater owner’s features, listening to the other male speak. “of course you’re special. i don’t just invite anyone out to lunch. you’re one of the few people in this place that i can bare.” he shot the boy a smile, heading out of the theater. “bougie l.a food, huh? sounds good to me.” sterling shoved his hands in his pocket, feeling the cool wind against his body. the walk was quiet, so he decided to pry. “where are you from, anyway? i don’t know much about you, honestly. tell me about graham, yeah?”
ftstone:
stone listened to the one-sided conversation with clear disinterest. the words that escaped the theater owner’s lips nothing he hadn’t heard before. as far as stone was interested in hearing about it, this conversation was just another part of his routine. picking at the paint on the doorway with the blunt of his finger nail, it took him a moment to realize that sterling was off the phone. “oh, came to see what you wanted for lunch. i know,” he waved his hand in the general direction of the phone, “makes you moody, but i’m already going to pick stuff up for everyone so i figured you’d want something for later at least?”
sterling felt the familiar hint of a smile, listening to stone’s words. though not his intention, stone had a funny way of diffusing whatever stress seemed to cloud the theater owner’s mind. “where are you going?” in all honesty, he wasn’t very hungry. in the back of his mind, he knew he would be later. “you know what i like. just... order something for later.” rummaging through his pocket, he retrieved his wallet before tossing a twenty and two fives over to stone. “where have you been, anyway? i was looking all over this hell-hole for you. backstage is a disaster.”
macintcsh:
“ the only love me for my bank account? i’m devastated, ” mac lamented dramatically, dropping his head into his hands. he raised his head slightly as sterling spoke, his eyes peeking out slightly from the cocoon of his fingers. “ i’ve just had a life-changing revelation. don’t you have any respect for my emotions? i can’t possibly do work right now. i might just have to lay down instead. ”
“i understand. take all the time you need.” he placed a reassuring hand against the other male’s back, letting his eyes lock with mac’s. “if you need anything... anything... all you after to do is ask... stone. ask stone, and he’ll do the bare minimum to make sure it gets done. i’m pretty busy.” his face perked up with a playful grin. “and lay off the vodka, would you? what am i paying you for?”
claytcns:
“like … replacing all the props for act two?” clay shakes his head, like it’s not a good enough excuse. “bullshit. whisk me to cabo.” he reaches forward for a pen, scrawling sterling’s list on a memo sheet to save for later. “cherries … caramel … how about cocaine? wolf of wall street, hm?”
“exactly. like replacing all the props for act two. that’s the kind of thing that thrills me.” he laughed a bit. “of course. let me book the flight right now. pack your things, babe.” sterling rolled his eyes, tapping along the wooden desk. “cocaine? you’re speaking my language. anyone who wants to do blow off my ass is alright in my book.”
claytcns:
“are you saying you wouldn’t be my sugar daddy?” clay says, almost scandalized, “here i thought we were at the start of something beautiful, but not if you only want me for my work ethic.” he frowns then, setting the bowl back down. “allergic to chocolate?” he repeats, brows furrowed, “i take it that means chocolate sauce, too, damn. you’re good with whipped cream, though, right? less sticky, anyways.”
“that’s exactly what i’m saying. i’ve got better things to do than buy a pretty face whatever he wants.” the next remark from clay brought about a fit of laughter within sterling. “you’re work ethic? you and i both know if i kept people around for work ethic, you’d be a distant memory.” a smile lingered on the male’s lips, listening to clay speak. “i’m good with whipped cream. cherries, caramel, whatever you want. just... no chocolate.”
grchamhq:
“Well - I mean.. Okay.” Graham nodded finally, almost looking for something to have gotten in the way but…Sterling was right, there wasn’t anything really keeping him busy at that moment, if anything just busy work. And Graham would have much rather gone out somewhere with the hot theatre owner than to hang around a stuffy theatre. “Lucky for you, I’m always down for a free meal. There’s this good place I know around the corner.” He agreed next, stepping back and turning up the hallway towards the lobby, though followed behind Sterling more than anything. “Is this like..a thing? Like as a boss for you to take people out to lunch?” He asked with a laugh, grabbing his coat out of the front lobby.
“perfect. should i grab the car or is it within walking distance? “ he smiled at the graham, continuing to walk as they spoke. “are you asking if it’s allowed? yes. i’m allowed to take you to lunch. if it’s too uncomfortable for you, i can always eat alone. i just thought a little company would be nice, you know?” honestly, stone was supposed to bring the theater owner lunch, but usually got wrapped up in something. sterling had come to expect that sort of thing. “what type food are we having, anyway? i’m good with everything but barbecue.”
macintcsh:
giving sterling a scandalized look, mac scoffed. “ there’s a big difference between being able to hold your liquor and enjoying the taste of cheap vodka, ” he said, the duh in his tone emphasized by his expression. “ and if you must know, all eighteen of my grandchildren love me. i’m a family man. ”
“really? we all know the only way to earn love from grandchildren is to buy it. that’s how things worked for me. if i need something, i went to my grandparents for me. they don’t love you. they love your bank account.” he laughed a bit, moving up to sit next to mac. “so... mac.” he knew the male’s name for sure. “shouldn’t you be up on stage or doing something to keep yourself busy?”
claytcns:
“well costume’s blaming us ‘cause they think we mixed it up with the garbage for the night crew, we know it was probably the cast members’ forgetting to lock the storage room, and your actors are too busy circle jerking to find someone else to pin it on, so once they figure it out, you can deal with them demanding a higher salary.” he makes himself at home in the seat on the other side of sterling’s desk, reaching up to fuck with the glass candy bowl on the edge of it. “if you were smart,” he says, almost like he’s got a secret, “you’d be working at google, where they’ll get you bowls of m&ms with all the reds picked out, or sour patch with just the blue”
“if i was smart?” he couldn’t help the sarcastic grin that played on his lips. “well, if you were smart, you would watch your tone. jobs are hard to come by in los angeles. i’d hate to see you on the sign of the road, begging for change.” the theater owner reclined in his seat as if to mimic the curl clad male that sat before him. “besides, i’m allergic to chocolate. i can’t have m&ms. though, i’ll take the sour patch kids if you’re free.”
macintcsh:
“ wrong on all counts. more like shitty vodka that might as well be gasoline, for all the appeal it has. ” thinking for a moment, mac slowly nodded once he pieced together what probably had occurred. “ my sister’s, probably – she’s twenty, still in that stage where she can drink this shit without wanting to die. ”
“oh? twenty?” sterling felt the familiar smirk tug at his features as he spoke. “are you not able to hold your vodka, old man?” he had no idea how old mac was, but the other male made it sound like twenty was in the distant past. “these are your golden years. you should be out, chugging vodka and scaring your grandchildren, right?”
grchamhq:
The boy’s brow knit together, a bit confused by the owner’s directions, but figured better than to go against it. Graham didn’t really know anything when it came to things like this - but hey, if ‘making it work’ was unplugging and replugging everything back in, or atleast getting a stage hand to figure it out then, yeah, he could ‘make it work’. “Yeah, sure - I’ll get on that.” He nodded, figuring that letting Sterling atleast know about the issue was the most he could do. Graham started to step back, ready to leave and head back to the auditorium, stopping through once he heard Sterling’s next question. “No. But I figured I’d just run to that place across the street whenever we took a break for lunch.” He shrugged off. “Why, do you need something done first?”
standing from his spot at the desk, he grabbed his coat. he wasn’t sure what the weather was beyond the theater walls. “i was going to grab something, and i could use a little company. judging by the dead silence, the rehearsal isn’t keeping you busy.” sterling slipped past the other male, walking through the hall. “you can pick where we go. i don’t have a preference. i’m just starving. my treat, though.”
tfroscoe:
giving sterling a simple nod, roscoe decided to let the thought go. it wasn’t really his business anyways, right? “yeah, no worries. you just looked worried so i was just wonderin’.” glancing down at the male’s outstretched hand, he shook it, a genuine smile forming on his features. “roscoe! i’m in the orchestra. piano, actually.”
he frowned a bit, glancing at the phone. “it’s nothing i can’t handle. everything works out, you know?” sterling forced a smile on his features, trying to make the apparent lie believable. “orchestra? well, it’s nice to officially meet you, roscoe. i don’t know that i’ve seen you around the theater before. one of charlotte’s friends from out of town, i presume?”
zaraahs:
once sterling finished his conversation on the phone, a deep sigh escaped zarah’s lips as well, leaning against the wall. “the stage lights aren’t working and nobody can seem to fix them, so i decided to come to you.” she said quickly and in a frustrated tone. nothing seemed to be going her way at the time, and this had to top it all off.
“where is stone? he should be able to fix it.” he huffed a bit, feeling himself getting more and more frustrated. “i’ll take a look at it. they get stuck sometimes. you just have to know what you’re doing back there. they work. they’re just a bit fussy.” maybe he was being a little harsh. he didn’t need his new staff thinking badly of him. “how are you, though? enjoying rehearsals?”
grchamhq:
“I don’t really … know that it’s broken. But it’s not working.” Graham shrugged off again. “It might just need to be recalibrated or something, but just in regards to checks and updates before every rehearsal it’s easier to let you know now.. I mean, we’ll be fine without it for a little bit. We can just use the house lights instead but that light board has be like, atleast ten years old or something.” He nodded which a laugh. Graham wasn’t the most technically intelligent guy in the theatre world, but he could at the very least recognize when something was in rough shape, and so far a few things here were.
“i can order another one or whatever we need. i... just can’t do it today, you know?” sterling’s eyes followed graham as he explained the situation. knowing there was no rush to buy a new one helped ease the stress that racked the theater owner. “whatever you have to do, make it work. you’re a smart guy, yeah? i owe you one.” he directed his attention back to the phone that had begun to vibrate on his desk. the last thing he wanted to do was fight with the bank again. “have you had lunch yet?”
claytcns:
“you’re not going broke on me now, are you?” clay chides, kicking the door closed behind himself, "we both know i’m only nice to you for your money. don’t make it weird.” he’s curious about the phone call, sure, but not enough to let it trump his own issue at hand. “we’re missing boxes downstairs,” he reports passively, scratching at the underside of his bicep, “props somebody forgot to clean up, and now they’re lost. it’s everything for the second act.”
“i’m not going broke. i expect you to keep playing nice.” he shrugged it off before hearing everything for the second act. “are you kidding me? who...” a groan escaped past his lips, stretching out from his seated position. “how does someone lose a set of boxes, containing all of the props for the second act? do i need to come down there and find them? who was in charge of the boxes, anyway?”
tfroscoe:
being in orchestra was kind of boring. or maybe it was just the first day and he’d yet to learn the song and while normally, roscoe could pick up sheet music without fucking it up too bad- this classical stuff was a bit out of his reach. he’d decided to clear his head and walk around the theater; he hoped that by exploring the place he’d be working at for the next few months, it’d bring a little bit of inspiration. hearing a voice from an office and the sound of a loud thump, he poked his head into the cracked door, eyes falling on the guy who’d hired him in the first place. “mr. holloway? you alright, sir?”
sterling forced a smile on his features, not really wanting to tip off the newest addition to the theater that things were, in fact, not alright. “everything’s fine.” he couldn’t believe this was happening on the first day of rehearsals. “sorry. it’s the bank. i’m just dealing with one of the accounts...” he turned his full attention to the male that occupied the space with him. “i’m sterling. what was your name again?” he stood to his feet, holding out his hand to meet the other’s.
grchamhq:
– Graham rolled on his heels a bit, standing somewhat nervously in the doorway because fuck, the last thing he wanted was to walk in on any kind of conversation that didn’t concern him. The dark haired boy bit over his lower lip until the owner addressed him. “Uh-sorry, I didn’t mean to like…” He trailed, shaking it off after a moment. “I think there’s something wrong with the light board? That or it’s an older version that no one can seem to figure out.” Graham spoke up after a moment, shrugging it off. With the first rehearsal starting in only a few hours the assistant director took it upon himself to make sure things were atleast working before they got started.
“i’ll have stone look into it.” it was always something, wasn’t it? whether it was a broken soundboard or a curtain that had gotten stuck, something was always going wrong within the confines of the holloway theater. sterling couldn’t understand how his father did it, keeping the theater alive while the set and stage thrived. “how do you know it’s broken, anyway? it was working during the last show.” the last show seemed like eons ago. “is there something we can do in the meantime? can we live without at a lightboard for a few days?”