"You are late and you don't have a Double-D cup size like your agent said you would." A thin blond in very tall wedged heels yelled while marching in the direction of a very confused, very out of place brunette. Looking down at herself in her black and white techno plaid maxi dress the brunette opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it. How does someone respond to that? She thought.
As the blond got closer, the brunette could see how the woman's flaring nostrils and extra bold eye liner were screaming, "don't mess with me" despite her size zero waist.
"I think this is a case of mistaken identity," the brunette said closing the door of her Suburu Baja that was trailing a u-haul trailer.
The blond stood in front of her now. Her hands on her hips. The brunette could see behind her that the commotion was inspiring an audience. Scantily clad women and leatherized men were emerging from the warehouse.
"Well what is your specialty then?" The blond demanded, but before she got an answer she started thinking of solutions out loud to her plight. "Whatever, we can modify the movie – I don't know instead of Deadly Double-Ds we can call it Girl Next Door Goes Wild or some shit."
The brunette finally got what kind of "specialty" the blond was referring to and burst out laughing.
"A porn star. You think I'm a porn star. Where am I?" she couldn't control her laughter.
"Wait, who the fuck are you then and what are you doing at Red Woody?"
"Red Woody?" another burst of uncontrolled laughter escaped the brunette but this time the sound echoed around the docks.
"I'm sorry, I just have never been mistaken for a porn star before. Well, at least not to my knowledge."
The blond's arms dropped down to her sides. Now she was the one not knowing how to respond.
"My only specialty is on the ice. I'm pretty sure someone has done a figure skating porn before but wasn't me. I'm just lost. I'm not from around here and I have to find a new ice rink that's supposed to be in one of these warehouses but I'm beginning to think it must be a different section of the port."
"So you're not one of my actresses then? What am I going to do?" the blond covered her face and broke down in tears.
The brunette went to go wrap her arms around the blond, realizing how stressed the poor girl was, when a very tall, very built woman came running over in a disgustingly expensive pair of black heeled boots. "Lyla, sweetheart, it'll be OK. We'll figure out something." As the woman wrapped the blond in her arms, the brunette noticed this was not just a woman. She was a woman and a man all in one.
"Is everything OK here? Seems like you all are having a very interesting day." The brunette asked the other brunette.
"Honey, welcome to Red Woody Productions and the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original headquarters. You'll find not a day goes by here that wouldn't be considered interesting."
"I'll bet."
The blond started to calm her hysterics, pulling away from the friendly embrace of the other woman and wiping her eyes with her professionally manicured fingers.
"I'm sorry. We have a deadline and my star hasn't shown up and the other movie we are filming has just been a disaster. Did you say you needed help finding something?"
"Yeah, I'm looking for Jarry Ice Skating Rink, the owner is Nick Jarry. Does that mean anything to either one of you?"
"The only Jarry we know is the Sheriff, Althea Jarry." Lyla said, adding a sniffle. The other woman nodded in agreement, then add, "Let's ask the guys, maybe they know something."
They went to turn when the blond turned back. "My name is Lyla by the way. This is Venus. What's yours?"
"Jolene," the brunette said with a smile.
The three women, now acquaintances, walked towards the group of guys in black leather who were now standing around in a circle smoking.
"Tiggy bear. This dazzling child in a dress you should take note of for my Christmas gift needs to find Jarry Ice Skating Rink, says its new. Got any ideas?"
"Jarry Ice Skating Rink? Like Althea Jarry?" the man with the wild hair and crazy blue eyes asked Venus while pulling her towards him by the hips.
"Nick Jarry, actually. I'm not sure if he's related to your Sheriff or not" Jolene chimed in.
A man with scars along his mouth and salt and pepper hair scoffed. Jolene turned her head fast thinking he was scoffing at her. He added, "Believe me lass, she's not our Sheriff."
"Sorry, I just got to town. I don't know a soul here, except Venus and Lyla now. I'm sensing there's no love there." Jolene replied then walked closer to the Scot, seeing his President badge and how others looked at him obviously the man with authority over everyone. "I'm Jolene by the way," she said reaching out her hand. The Scot looked her up and down seeming to think over whether she was friend or foe before he extended his own to shake hers. "Chibs".
"You got an address for this supposed ice skating rink?"
"Yep", reaching into her dress pocket she pulled out the wrinkled paper and passed it to him.
"This looks like it's in Zephyr street. This warehouse lot is off of Mariner street. Not far but not exactly close either. How'd you say you wound up here?"
"I have no idea. I decided to get rid of my smart phone to go back to a minimalist life and only in the last two hours did I start wishing I hadn't gotten rid of it too hastily. GPS would have been a lot easier I'm gathering. I don't have a map of the area so I just relied on asking locals. Seems there aren't that many locals in this part of town and those there are all seemed to be terrible at giving directions. Figured I'd stumble on it by accident. Instead I stumbled on…eh…Red Woody." She said Red Woody with a bit of a giggle. The men around Chibs laughed at that too. The girl was clearly embarrassed and a bit tickled by her unexpected surprise of them all.
"No worries. One of my guys will escort you to your location. Any volunteers?" All hands wet up including the guy called Tig but one look from Venus and his hand went back to her waist. "No offense honey, but my man's got a promise to keep on something", Venus said to Jolene while grabbing Tig by the kutte and pulling him inside the warehouse. A smiling Tig trailing behind her. Everyone else just shook their heads and laughed. Jolene blushed at the implication.
Using that opportunity to gain the upper hand over the others a muscular man stepped forward and said, "I'll take her."
"Aye, thanks T.O." The others looked disappointed but didn't say anything.
"Thanks so much," Jolene said shaking his hand hello. They started walking towards the car. Jolene said turning around to talk while walking backwards, "Hope to see you all around town in the coming weeks. And thanks Lyla – good luck with the shoot." Lyla smiled and started talking to Chibs, obviously trying to figure out solutions to her porn woes.
T.O. made his way over to his bike and Jolene opened her car door and quickly got in. She didn't want Nick to be too annoyed with her. That'd be no way to start off a new boss-employee relationship. Though he did seem pretty flexible on the phone about her arrival time.
As she turned the key in the ignition the engine kept sputtering and wouldn't turn over. She stopped for a moment and tried again. Same sound, same poor luck. "What? You made it across the country. Surely you can make it across town." She tried again. With no success she took a deep breath and put her forehead on the steering wheel trying to think what to do now.
"That doesn't sound good." Jolene jumped at the unexpected proximity of a deep voice. T.O. had his hands on the roof of the car and was crouched at her level looking in the window. "Has it happened before?" he asked.
"Not at all. And I just spent three weeks on the road driving across the country taking every diversion I could find. Romeo here has taken a lot of beatings in his day and has been nothing but loyal."
"Romeo?"
Jolene blushed. "Heh yeah. Romeo, like Romeo Santos, I'm kind of a bachata fan."
He smirked and signaled for her to pop the hood.
Jolene opened the door and stepped out. Looking around the dock it seemed everyone but the two of them had gone back inside.
"I'm going to need a few tools, but I don't have them all here. A brother of ours just took over a local garage. How would you feel about us calling their tow and taking Romeo to them? You could leave the U-haul here and get it later. Quinn would give you the club discount I'm sure."
"Sure, anything to get him running again. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't exhausted and really wanting to get settled in quickly."
"I understand. Why don't you come hang out inside. We've got a fully stocked bar and there's bound to be entertainment with the current productions and Lyla's impending meltdown."
Jolene laughed and thought about it for a second. "Sure, I guess. I just want to call Nick so he knows why the delay. I'll ask him for clearer directions too."
T.O. nodded and headed inside while Jolene pulled out her phone.