PLAYBOY;

VINCENT KING.THIRTYEIGHT Producer / CCO of Riot ENTERTAINMENT

[vincekings]

artiebhatt‌:

The meeting could have been an email; hell, the meeting could have excluded Artie completely, and it wouldn’t have made a difference. He cursed himself for letting the word “mandatory” scare him into going when he could have skipped it without consequence. Now he was stuck in a room of people who didn’t bother to know his name, fighting to focus, quickly finding that his leg bounce had reached its limit of usefulness. This left him twisting the end of his mustache with the pads of his fingers to alleviate the anxiety that coursed through his system. He needed to be moving, creating, but as always he found himself lacking the grace and patience it took to sit down and shut up. He needed some fresh air, a smoke; fuck it, he needed a joint. 

“Yes, genius.” He finally said, standing with manufactured confidence, still unsure of exactly what he was agreeing with. When not a single pair of eyes shot his way Artie took advantage of his social camouflage to make his exit. The weight in his chest lifted the farther he walked away from the boardroom, and as soon as the LA smog outside hit his lungs his hand was digging for his cigarettes in his front shirt pocket. “Next meeting I’m forced to attend, I’m putting squibs on my chest.” The rant came out as he tapped the bottom of the pack before pulling one out, rolling the filter between his fingers, as his stooped frame paced back and forth. It wasn’t until his fourth puff that he noticed the unfamiliar eyes on his erratic display. “Um, always have an escape plan… Right?”

Most producers liked the glory without doing any of the work. To simply be a name listed on the credits without all the day to day tasks that come with the job. Vince wasn’t like most producers, from pre-production, production and event post, Vince liked to be involved as much as he could be. Of course, he did his best not to get in the way of a director’s vision but, considering his company was dumping money to help make these movies happen, he liked to be as involved and up to date on the status of everything as they progressed. Even something as tedious as a SFX meeting was attended by Vince who simply was an observer, speaking when needed but mostly wanting to see how the project was coming along. 

Artie being great at his job, Vince was happy to see the younger man in the boardroom, even if he looked completely uninterested. “’Scuse me for a second.” He whispered to the man on his left, none of the suits from Vanguard paying much attention as Vince followed the other out of the room. “Oh don’t be so dramatic, it wasn’t that bad.” Vince stated with a chuckle, standing beside the other. “Mind if I bum a smoke off of you? Left my pack back at the office.” He inquired. “So, tell me how you really feel? Cause I can’t say I believed a single word you said -- well the two that came out of your mouth.”

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oliver--barrymore‌:

“Well my actual daddy…” Oliver answered under his breath, though he quickly washed it back down with a drink he’d poured himself. He knew he was essentially the bank, but Oliver didn’t like bragging about his money to Vincent anymore than he liked admitting that if at any moment their company went under, Oliver would still be under the financial aid of his father’s fat bank account and his mothers pampering of him that pushed his father to keep giving him what he wanted. Still, Oliver, while his future being secure kept him light and carefree, much rather enjoyed having his own money the company made than having to listen to what a waste of money, air, and flesh he was as his father signed a check. Are the booze burn wore off, Oliver chuckled at being called honey, Vince knowing how to keep a gag going like no other. “ Well I brought you food, I might as well present entertainment along with it.”The blond teased as he moved to the other end of Vince’s desk. “ Oh, you think I want to spend my morning letting a very heavy set man in his seventies win at racquetball so he can  rub it in my face as he stuffs his with Eggs Benedict just so he puts up half the money to make Deadpool 3? I nearly lost my appetite watching Hollandaise drip down all four of his chins.” Oliver paused to gag at the memory for dramatic effect, riding the dramatics into a shocked look and a gasp – hand on his chest and all– that would make on think he missed his calling as an actor. “How did you know about that! You read my diary, didn’t you?!”

“Touche.” Vince responded with a simple nod of his head. Not able to nor would we he even attempt to counter the great Mister Barrymore that always seemed to loom in the shadows. Forever judgemental and always a phone call away to pull Oliver out of this mess when it ‘inevitably fails’ -- his words, not Vince’s. It wasn’t a topic that they discussed, probably because if things ever took a turn for the worse, nothing would change for Oliver and Vince would be sleeping in his mom’s basement back in Jersey. “I was doing just fine before you came in but as you were...” His hand motioned, prepared for some dramatic, elaborate story from Oliver. Leaning back in his seat, he began to unwrap the burger as Oliver began to talk, face contorting at the not so pleasant visual his other half broke down for him. “And you’re about to make me lose mine.” He stated, dropping the burger on the desk but only for a dramatic effect as he dug around the bag in search of ketchup. “Have I told you that you’re adorable when you get all serious and start talking business? Keep talking, it’s kind of a turn on.” He chuckled, knowing that’s not exactly the most reliable or supportive reaction to Oliver actually doing his job. “So, did you get the money?” He then asked after a beat, brow raising. “No, I just know you so well that I’m sure you have several illicit fantasies of me that span across various time periods and costumes. Not that I can blame you. I mean -- look at me.”

[vincekings]

nandini--sharma‌:

His comment got a snicker from the woman, even if it was accompanied with another smack as if to discipline him. She was far too old to blush at perverse comments like she did in her twenties, and even loosened up since then enough to see the humor in the accusation. “ Again, if I wanted to, with you, I wouldn’t have to try as hard.” She teased back.With a deep sigh, she nodded for him to follow her, expecting him to be on her heel as she made her way tot he cooler, still badly needing that water. After resting her papers on the top, Nandini found herself laughing softly once again. “ It’s also for human beings, unless you’re some kind of alien that doesn’t need it like the rest of us?” She paused, taking sips and sighing as the soothed and cooled her. “Wonder Woman? Is that what they call single mothers these days? Women have been doing this for decades, only when I was younger it was seen as something to be ashamed of. I’ll take being praised for it of that any day, but I can’t act as though I’m the only one. “ She humbly insisted. It wasn’t by choice that her life turned out this way, but never having been a quitter, Nandini was determined to make it the best life possible for not only her, but her children. Any mother with a heart would do the same. “But you’re one to talk,” She began  after he cup was empty.” From what I hear you barely leave your office unless the house is burning down. Is that your secret – That you’re Superman? I see it now… I’m onto you.”

The playful slap earned Nandini a less than convincing apologetic look in return and a pout. "Yes, you would.” Vincent countered knowingly before explaining himself. “Because you enjoy being the only woman in this town who is capable of saying ‘no’ to me.” He pointed out, his words somewhat joking but knowing there was truth behind them. Not that her marriage stopped him before but now that she was single, he made his advances even more so clear. “One of these days you’ll get it into that brilliant, beautiful head of yours that I can treat you right, better than that ex of yours who stupidly let you go.” Vince boldly and casually pointed out, shrugging his shoulders and moving past that subject. “I can’t make any money if I’m sleep.” He countered, not sure if that was his greed or his knack for hard working leading the statement. “Well, that’s certainly what I call single mothers. As a product of one, I have great admiration for a woman who can balance a career and being a mother. Not everyone can do it, there’s plenty in this world who don’t. So yes, I do consider you to be Wonder Woman, take it as a compliment, it’s meant as one.” Leaning against the nearby wall, hands in the pockets of his slacks. With a chuckle, he shook his head and leaned forward, forearm moving to brace the cooler. “Shh, now you know I can’t reveal my secrets.” He grinned with a wink. “Are you wrapped up here? If so, can you bless me with your continued presence and allow me to take you to lunch? Cause y’know, superheroes, still need fuel to function.”

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[henrycavilledits]

[vincekings]

richardtaylcr‌:

Richard did what he needed to get where he stood today. Kiss a few babies, a bad stunt on Dancing with the Stars, some mediocre bullshit roles his former agent was fired over—and then scoring the big-time. Did he sell out for some multi-billion dollar conglomerate like Disney? Fucking right he did. After a cool earning of nearly eighty million in one year? He earned bragging rights across the board. Not that it stopped the fanboys, as he skirted signing autographs, a fake grin plastered to his face as he slid inside the doorway. “Fucking christ—“ Richard growled, shaking his head. “They’re all over the fuckin’ place.”

Eyes flicker to the Rolex that adorned his wrist -- very old school, but it was expensive enough to show off his status that he’s earned over the years. In pre-production hell as he liked to call it, his day is spent from one meeting to another. Vince enjoys the luxuries that come with his role as a top producer in the business -- the women, the money and the success without having to deal with the a camera being in his face unless he was on a red carpet for an event. Which is why he shook his head at Richard’s statement. “Poor you -- it’s so hard being a famous superhero and having the world clamour for your attention.” He playfully teased. 

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[vincekings]

nandini--sharma‌:

When he bent down with her, Nandini got a look at the now-familiar face and offered a smile in gratitude,though without looking it would have been easy to figure out, as few-to-no one called her ‘Nan’. “Darling we both know that it’s not hard for a pretty face to get your attention.”Nandini teased as she gathered her things and rose before taking the extras from his hands.”Thank you, and I’m fine. Although I do think it’s partially your fault that I was so careless – had you not been so adamant about being the same as a brick wall I wouldn’t have been so clumsy. I’m sure I’m bruising somewhere.” With a laugh, Nandini knew he’d be no more offended than she would by his accusation of wanting his attention, teasing having become a regular part of their interactions.Vince’s charm rivaled her own, no stranger to his reputation and far too old to be flustered by it like younger girls always were. “Here on business, I assume? Do you even sleep anymore, Vincent?”

We can file Nandini Sharma as the rare breed of women Vincent (unfortunately) hasn’t slept with despite his best efforts. The witty comment earned her a cheeky grin, raising up to his full height and straightening up his suit in the process. “I think it’s a little unfair to place all the blame one me, don’t you think? It’s not my fault you’re attracted to me like a magnet -- with all of the space in this vast lobby and you still manage to find your way to me. I know you got a reputation to maintain, Nan, but it’s okay if you wanted to cop a feel.” A soft laugh followed the statement, appreciating how easily she could roll with banter. “Sleep is overrated and for lazy people.” He shrugged, the workaholic in him showing in that moment. “I could ask you the same question. Between work and the family, you might as well be Wonder Woman.”

[vincekings]

oliver--barrymore‌:

Well,at least he wasn’t angry with him,that was something.A closer look at the papers in Vince’s hands revealed scripts, no doubt the next blockbuster hiding among them that Vincent was working hard to find while Oliver was out socializing and calling it work. ”Awww, but you never have time to play with me anymore!” Oliver pouted, swinging his legs childishly for a moment before righting himself and reaching for the script to pluck from his partner’s hands.” Well, I do love it when you call me sweetheart, but that wont distract me. Pause. Eat. I’m sure there’s nothing on your stomach besides glorious abs and pure muscle,which is wonderful, but you still need to consume protein to maintain your Adonis like figure, and that means you have to eat something. Pussy doesn’t count.” Oliver smiled as he held the bag in front of Vince,fanning the scent towards the man. “While you take preventative measure not to faint like a sixteenth century maiden in a too-tight that while makes her breasts look fantastic,shortens her lifespan – thank you, girl I took that English History course for – I can tell you about my day and how well things are going for me because I’m charming, rich, and handsome and can get away with everything.”

“That’s because if I don’t work, who else is going to pay for you lavish shopping sprees and high end hookers?” Vince may’ve had one failed marriage behind him but he was convinced Oliver happily took up the role formerly held by now his ex-wife. Case and point: nagging him to death when he was trying to work. "Honey...” Vince stated as a warning, eyes still glued to the page. When he was hyper focused it was hard for his attention to stray, even at his own detriment. About to page, the script suddenly being pulled out of his hands had Vince’s jaw looking as he looked at his partner with a crazed expression. Vince knew Oliver meant well and while Vince had no issues working hard and playing harder, during business hours at least he tried to be somewhat of professional. If he didn’t, how the fuck else would any work around here get done? “It’s not like I had a choice in the matter” Vincent huffed before snatching the bag out of his hand. “Whether I wanted to or not, you weren’t not going to talk my ear off about your tales wining and dining with Rich Househusbands of Beverly Hills.” Not so gracefully stuffing a few fries into his mouth, he circled back to a previous comment before giving Oliver the floor he oh so desired. “And when you’re done gossiping like a giddy high schooler, you can talk about your fantasies of me stuffed in a sixteenth century costume and how you want to whisk me away like a damsel.”

[wickerjulias]

[vincekings]

oliver--barrymore‌:

Closed starer for @vincekings​

Actors were a whole thing– demanding, dramatic, needy… Thankfully  Oliver came from a family of actors and new well how to deal with them In fact, he considered it part of his job. He knew how to sweet talk , to pacify, to coddle, and to calm, and it worked every time. Her took pride in it, too, since it was one of the few things he was good at. Everything else, his partner handled, and as a show of gratitude for that, Oliver often used his sweet talking and coddling skills to make Vince not feel as bad or as stressed about his workload.  Strolling in post brunch,  Oliver wasn’t heartless, bringing food for Vince, who had probably yet to eat, and espresso, offering a wink to Vince’s secretary before heading into his office. Kicking the door shut with his foot, Oliver paused by the door with a smile, but was unacknowledged. So he moved inward to Vince’s desk, setting the food down. Nothing. Oliver sighed. If Vince was annoyed at him for something or just busy, the surefire was to get his attention was to be annoying. Moving around the side of Vince’s desk, smile still in place as he perched himself on the man’s desk and posed, clearing his throat. “ I got a new suit.” He paused.” Tell me I’m pretty. “

Somehow, someway Vincent and Oliver not only launched a production company but a successful one at that. With no real clue as to what they were doing or how they were going to make it happen, over a decade later and the pair has made their mark on Hollywood. Making their own rules and doing things their way, their methods were probably frowned upon by the elitist, old school Hollywood filmmakers but Vince wouldn’t have it any other way. Their knack for pushing boundaries is what’s made them so successful. Hell, even how Vince and Oliver functioned as business partners wasn’t what some would deem as ‘normal’. Oliver was the sweet talker, the one who could convince studio heads and investors to pour millions of dollars into one of Vince’s crazy ideas he had to make happened. While Vince was the one who could schmooze with filmmakers and find a diamond in the sea of bullshit to make it a success. They worked and that understanding of the other’s strengths is what’s made them work so well as partners. Flipping through one script out of the large stack that was piled on his desk, he knew it was Oliver without having to look up. Despite his stomach rumbling at the smell of food, he was too focused on the script to allow his attention to stray. “Sweetheart...” Vincent stated, letting out a dramatically playful sigh. “Now is not the time, Daddy is busy with work.

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nandini--sharma‌:

Heat was never a stranger to Nandini, but for some reason she found today to be particularly warm, a slight shudder making her shiver as she had a brief flash in her mind on what it might be, but perishing at the thought, pushed it far away and wrote it off as impossible before deciding to lower her temperature with a nice cold drink of water.  As she was already in the lobby of Katalyst, she didn’t need to venture outwards when there was already a water cooler in the corner, making a beeline for it and in the process not noticing the person stand just an inch or too in the way of her path, bumping shoulder with them and sending a few papers in her hand to the ground. “Oh God,” she sighed, shaking her head at her own clumsiness. “ I’m sorry, darling, that was my fault.”  She excused as she bent down to gather her papers. “ I suppose I see the value of a folder now; it if wasn’t dirt from the ground, I suppose I’d have manages to spill tea or water over these, knowing myself.” 

Despite his life being a series of meetings, both in-person and on the phone, Vincent never liked to complain. He thrived off of the chaos that usually came with his job, especially when they resulted in big screen wins. With another movie wrapped and about to premiere, he was down at Katalyst to get the rundown from his publicist for the upcoming press tour he’d be apart of as an Executive Producer on the project. Walking into the building, he was engrossed in his emails, looking over the next day’s call sheet and making sure everything was in-line for another movie that was currently shooting. Not paying attention, he didn’t see Nandini as she bumps into him, which was the only thing that tore his attention away from the device in hand. “Shit.” He muttered, stuffing his phone into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and bending down to help Nandini. “Nan, we’ve discussed this, if you want my attention all you have to do is call me.” Vince cheekily replied offering a hand to help her up. “You alright?”

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