"Have you ever seen two bigger dumbasses?" I mutter between takes.
"We have a betting pool going." Ricky adjusts the boom. "One of these times they're going to cut and they'll keep kissing. Pot is up to $450."
"Put me down for $50. Early May feels lucky to me." Like I don't really have $50 lying around, but this is easy money.
We watch Lily try to start a conversation and James shuts her down like a speakeasy in December of 1933.
Ricky looks so damn delighted that I take a picture. He really should work in front of the camera.
"That is some nursery school worthy pigtail pulling." I point at James and Lily who are ignoring each other strenuously. "I've worked on three of their last projects together. If they'd knock it off and get over themselves they could be the next Hepburn and Tracy."
"Can I get a touch up?" Lily is so distracted she doesn't even know where I am and looks around. I'm four feet from her.
A smidge of gloss. A little blush. She's fine, but it gives her something to do besides stand there. I've tried to do the whole bonding with your makeup artist thing, but she wasn't having in it. She's polite and professional. She's only snappy with James.
I tip her chin up. "Spoon full of sugar," I whisper.
"Helps the medicine go down." She really doesn't like that, so I wink. You're pretty safe when you have control over people's eyelashes. You can get away with murder.
I pause in front of James. He heard our entire exchange. I look over his face and nod. "You're good."
He goes back to fake texting, or whatever he's doing, but one side of his mouth kicks up. He's due a little smugness. A little.