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Dead Sexy Society:

Chapter Seven

In Steven Meeks' opinion 'surprise' was just another term, for 'oops, this isn't planned, lets pretend it's a good thing!'. Or at least that's what it felt like when after 4 weeks of painstaking planning for a very specific indoor shoot Gerard was now telling him they didn't have the lights they had special ordered and were now doing an outdoor shoot orders of the surprise-loving Charlie Dalton.

Of course, though, he's who ends up having to deal with Cameron, who took his role as head of accounting not only as a job but as a sacred duty. A duty which apparently involves following Steven around while he's trying to frantically get this shoot up and running so they can start as soon as the sun starts to go down.

"Look, I mean obviously somethings can't be helped, I understand, but now these light filter things will end up sitting on a shelf and that's money down the drain! What dooes you expect me to tell Nolan? Hmmm? That's his hard earned money that you're wasting." Cameron said as Steven adjusted one of the papier mache rocks they had clustered around a particularly old and leafy part of the park.

"Cameron, look, I completely understand but it's out of my hands. Keating's here and not doing the shoot could mean that we loose our biggest advertiser which is a lot more money than a few pieces of plastic. Talk to Charlie maybe we'll do something at twilight next issue, or a few issues from now." Steven watched as he visbly stiffened. It was no secret around High Society that the editor in chief and the head of accounting didn't get along too well. There was the natural friction that comes when one wants to do something and the other says they can't afford it but Charlie and Cameron had a rivalry that went deeper than that. And as usual it was Steven who got caught in the middle as the head of photography, with Charlie on one side telling him what he wanted, and Cameron on the other telling him what he could spend.

Cameron sighed at him though as if he was making his life eceedingly difficult, "Fine, I guess that'll have to do." However his body language completely changed as the actual aggrivater of all his problems came running up to them clutching his sombrero to his head and panting rather heavily. "Mr. Keating, sir, how are you?" Cameron asked suddenly all smiles and ivy league charm.

Keating however seemed rather oblivious to this as he panted openly, his hands on his knees fighting to catch his breath holding his hand up in the universal gesture for: 'one moment I just need to get enough oxygen to my brain before I talk to you so I won't pass out.' The redheads exchanged a look, Cameron's of mild concern and Meeks' of casual confusion. He had worked at YAWP! for 6 months before he was hired at the Society, this wasn't exactly foreign territory.

"Boys, I have quite possibly had the most brilliant ideas, in a career that is distinguished by many a brilliant idea!" Keating said, finally able to breath at a somewhat normal rate. "You and me Mr. Meeks, were going to revolutionize the fashion industry with this one!"

Cameron was still smiling, if you could call it that, really it was just holding his teeth together while his eyes betrayed what he was really thinking, revolutions, especially Keating's ideas cost money. Lots and lots of money. Steven on the other hand was just praying to all the deities he could think of that this plan didn't involve changing anything in the photoshoot.

"So, I want you," He paused dramatically, "I do a series," Another one, "About Neil," Yet another one, "In his everyday life." He held up his hands and did what were almost but not quite jazz hands beaming at both of them like he had just caught someone wearing last seasons heels. Though when the redheads failed to respond with anything more than confused looks his face fell. "You don't get it do you?"

"Er, honestly no." Steven shrugged apologetically. "I don't understand how putting Neil in YAWP! in his everyday life will really work."

Keating just beamed more, "That's the most brilliant part of all! There's a whole untapped market out there, YAWP! for everyday. Good construction, interesting details, but functional. No longer will we be a brand for celebrities and the fashion elite, but for everyone." He finished dramatically.

"What a fantastic idea. Of course, we'd ask that this series would be exclusive to High Society." Cameron said, a gleam behind his eye, shooting someone doing everyday things is quite possibly the cheapest project he had ever worked on and having exclusive content always bumped up their circulation numbers. Steven however wasn't quite sold.

"Have you talk to Charlie about this? Or Todd? Or Neil for that matter?" He had to admit it was a pretty unique idea, but there were some significant issues, it always sounded easy shooting in 'normal' places, but it usually turned out to be quite complicated. Also, he wasn't sold that Keating could come up with a line that the general audience of High Society would consider everyday wear, especially because this was someone whose everyday wear included anything from a fez to a kilt to a smoking jacket and ascot.

Keating however was still beaming at Cameron, "Well I'll let them know of course, but that's all details. Trust me, this'll be huge. And you'll get to be in the front seat for the whole thing. Now Mr. Meeks, why do you let us talk over the financial details and we'll let you get ready for your shoot." He waved a hand at him, shooing him away like a small child so the big boys could talk.

Steven huffed and checked his watch, only 10 hours before he had been preparing for a textbook studio shoot with a new model, now he was caught up in a fashion revolution with the new muse of the most powerful man in the fashion industry. That was the Society for you. Completely fucking bonkers.

A.N. Yay Meeks! Now that everything's in place the real fun begins.

-C