A/N: Remember when I said daily updates? My bad. Sorry guys. Lol midterms have been kicking my ass. I'm procrastinating now, but we have yet to write the next chapter. It's my fault, no my co-writer. Sorry about that guys. We'll get it updated soon. Anyway, this one is for you :) Hope you like it.
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Rachel walked onto the set, script in hand. She didn't look like she was ready to perform though. She seemed very… preoccupied. She focused on her script though, whispering lines to herself
"Oh, Batman…" She practiced, "You've sadly underestimated me…"
"What's that?" Victor asked, walking over.
"Scene six," She answered, emotionless as usual, yet slightly more dull.
Victor sighed. He could tell when something was up. "Rachel… What's wrong?"
Rachel just shook her head. He moved closer and tried to hug her but she just stepped away. "Rachel, talk to me. You're like my sister. You can close me out…"
"I can't? Really? Because you do that to me." She threw her script on the floor.
He nodded, finally understanding. "Ah… the publicity stunt."
"Yes, the publicity stunt. Outing that I'm dating Richard. You didn't even tell me that it was being outed today. I was doing it as a favor to you!" She complained feeling angry and betrayed.
"Rachel, that publicity stunt benefits no one but yourself. It brings attention to the movie, to you!" He explained. "I did it for you! You're going to be huge."
"Maybe I don't want to be!" She replied.
"Maybe this isn't about the publicity stunt…" He reasoned, "What's this really about?"
"I pretend to be happy and sweet for interviews… I pretend to be fifty different people on the big screen… I pretend to date Richard for exposure… Is anything real anymore?" She sighed, hugging her arms around herself. "Not only that, but then I don't even have control over my fake relationship… It's hard. Alright? It's hard to not have any control over my fake life anymore." Victor nodded. He walked to her and embraced her. He knew she needed someone to just listen for once. After a long while she spoke again. "I had to lie to Garfield today… Tell him I'm with Richard, and lie to him about why I didn't tell him earlier- even though I didn't know earlier…"
Vic was confused. "Garfield? That's what this is about. He's your bodyguard."
"Yea, well. When you spend every moment of everyday with someone, they become a little more than that." She answered. "And today, it's like… I ruined our whole relationship. I know it sounds stupid, but it was one of the only real things I had left."
Victor hugged her closer. "Then tell him the truth."
"I can't. He thinks I'm different. That I would never sell myself out for a publicity stunt, and I wouldn't. It was almost just out of my hands… What if I told him and it got out that it was a publicity stunt? He'd immediately get blamed for the leak. What if-"
"Rachel. You either tell him and have a friend, or you don't tell him, and you have a bodyguard."
She sighed. "I thought I wasn't allowed to tell anyone."
Vic shrugged, "Who's gonna find out?"
She let out a deep breath. "What if he sees me differently? I like the way he sees me now. He sees who I actually am."
Victor gave an apologetic look. "If he doesn't know who you are completely, then he doesn't see you for who you are. Tell him the truth, Rachel. If he's worth your friendship then he'll understand. Your life is complicated. It happens."
This was a regular scene for the guys, this bar. Well Garfield, Richard and Victor anyways. It'd been a long and hard day, ending with a bit of an argument that came to an abrupt end a few minutes after it started. Garfield set down his classic beer and sighed. He wasn't really into alcohol, the hard liquors so to speak. He had enough of that in high school and gained some hangover experiences he never wanted to seek again. "So… how was your day? Go." He glanced at Richard, then and Victor – signaling in a glance that they could both answer first.
Richard started off, "It was alright. I had kind of a rough day, Rachel was being… very difficult- to say the least. Sorry about earlier, by the way man. We cool?"
Garfield shrugged it off, "I don't even know what that was either but yeah, of course we're cool Richard." He chuckled, taking a nonchalant sip of his beer. "Girls are so complicated, yet why do we feel we gotta tangle in their webs? You do know the black widow spider kills her mate after screwing him, don't you? That's women all in a nutshell. What about you Vic?"
Vic shrugged, "I haven't even met a girl I'm remotely interested in. I want a sweet, quiet girl. Like, more submissive, you know? That'll get me a beer while I watch the game. Maybe she got a booty. Someone who always loves and supports the 'stache." He smiled, running his fingers over his mustache. "That's all, Man."
Garfield nodded and seemed to approve. "That's all she wrote. I don't blame you; it's nice to be supported. Gives a real feeling of stability that some people just need later on in their lives, y'know?" He glanced over at the bar. There was that Tara girl. She glanced over at him every once in awhile and he glanced back at her whenever he felt it appropriate… as in when she wasn't looking. "But yeah," he ended off that thought, opening the door to whatever conversation may come up.
"Well, if all else fails, we can switch teams, dude," Vic said. "I wouldn't mind being the next Mrs. Logan."
Richard looked up. "Logan? Garfield Logan?" He looked at Garfield incredulously. "Dude, what? Weren't you were the quarterback the Patriots were looking into like two years back? I read about you. What are you doing as a bodyguard?"
Garfield never thought he'd have to delve into this, he didn't even talk to Victor about it and he went to school with him. "The Patriots were looking into me?" He asked back, trying to avoid the question altogether as he downed a good half of his near full beer. It was honestly a tough subject.
Vic thought about, "Hey yea, I remember man. That was a long time ago. We went to college, I couldn't play anymore because I got my leg blown off… And you said you'd make it for the two of us. But we didn't stay in touch really. What happened?" Vic's accident was known for a while. It happened in highschool, but he had come to terms with it a while back. He made a life for himself and he was happy.
Garfield shrugged his shoulders and sat up a bit. "Well, I'm here… hey. I obviously didn't make it… I thought about dropping contact before I actually lost your number, because… after I'd said that, I just thought I'd have disappointed you. You'd notice if I wasn't on your flat screen television, y'know? Apparently I was headed for big leagues. I didn't make it because of an injury. It was an ankle/calf/leg injury… it had me limping for a while – weeks turned into months, I still kinda limp. Rachel's never questioned it, but she probably thinks it's a protection injury though." He shrugged, whatever worked. "But yeah, I tried to go back even though I was warned not to, and injured myself further… so now I can't even play for hobby."
He sighed, tapping the side of the glass as there was sad silence.
He ran a hand through his soft blond hair and sat back. "I feel like I'm in the right place though, being a bodyguard for Rachel and you Vic, giving me the opportunity… hanging out with Rachel and seeing y'know, all the behind the scenes stuff. A lot of people think celebs lead cushy lives. Sure they might, but are they ever around to enjoy it? But anyways, I got injured… recently, like… this past year of college this all went down. And y'know, instead of listening and maybe participating towards the end, I pushed myself too far and that's why I'm here meddling in your lives."
Vic and Richard exchanged a glance. They didn't know what to say. That was… heavy. Vic cleared his throat to let Richard know he was going to talk first.
"Man that's tough… I know what it's like to lose that opportunity… but it gets better. Life gives you what you can handle and you… I know you're not where you want to be right now, but I know it gets better." Vic looked down into his drink. Did it get better really? He remembered how happy Garfield was when he played. He practically carried the team. Even when he didn't win, he just loved the game. That was his dream, and he actual chances to reach it.
Richard didn't know that kind of loss. He lost his partner and chose to quit what he loved. There wasn't a day that went by where he missed the force, because it wasn't the force he missed. He missed his friend. He sighed, looking up to Garfield. "That's rough man. I don't know what to say other than, sorry." He wasn't going to tell Garfield it got better, because he didn't know that. "If you ever need anything man, a different job, some tickets, really anything you can think of, you know you have my number." He wasn't really sure why he offered. He just wanted to give Garfield something to let him know he was there and he would do what he could.
Garfield smiled, "I just feel bad I didn't say anything sooner. I don't really know who I was trying to hide it from… or maybe if I didn't admit it, it didn't happen… but it did and it's a constant reminder when my whole leg pains at night, or during crappy weather. But I mean, I'm okay with where I am right now. I have very good friends… thanks for that. Thanks for being here, I mean it." He wanted to let them know that he appreciated them very much so for being here and listening to his woes.
The only thing on his mind now was Rachel Roth, but he wasn't here to discuss any of that tonight.
"Yea, no problem. Let me buy a round of drinks," He raised his hand and beckoned the blond over. "Honey, we'll take a dozen shots of tequila thank you."
She smiled, "Oh alright. Care if I join you men?"
Richard gave an arrogant smile. "Are you the kind of girl that takes her top off when drunk?" He was just joking around… kind of.
She shrugged, "I could be."
"Alright, fetch the drinks, you can join."
She scurried over to the bar.
Victor looked over to Garfield. "Hey man, how's uh,... how's it going with Rachel? You guys seem to be getting closer lately..." Vic was kind of looking to hear his thoughts on what he and Rachel talked about. Maybe Rachel was exaggerating earlier and Garfield wasn't that upset over it.
Garfield just shrugged, "It's going. Y'know, day by day. I'm the bodyguard, what do you expect? Mind you, I'm getting used to her hectic schedules and running behind the limo is now optional." He chuckled lightly, but that's all he revealed.
Victor and Garfield were the type of best friends that could drop contact for ten days, weeks, hours or years and still be able to pick up exactly where they last left off. Victor still knew him well enough to know that there was so much he wanted to vent out, or talk to him about… but he was shutting down. He wasn't saying much after that and Garfield could ramble on sometimes. He knew that now wasn't a good time to get into it, but he knew that he wanted to get into it further it would just have to wait.
"Hey boys!" Tara greeted them with a round tray of tequila shots, lime and lemon wedges and salt. All the accessories needed.
Richard smirked. "Oh goody." He grabbed two shot glasses and placed them in front of his friends, then grabbed one for himself. He held it up, "To… Rachel." He decided, considering she was what brought them all together again.
Garfield gritted his teeth for a moment, but then relaxed. "Yeah, to that." As he downed the shot by itself, without any lime or salt.
Tara bit her lip as she leaned in between Richard and Garfield, her breasts almost pressed in Garfield's face. "Um, my name's Tara." She gave a sultry wink as she gathered the empty shot glasses, waiting for one of them to give her a reason to stick around longer.
Richard didn't even look at her, he just grabbed another shot glass. "That's great, Kara. Really."
A gorgeous black woman walked over. She had her hair in two puffy buns on each side of her head, and she was wearing a little black dress. She slid in the booth side next to Victor. "I've had a long day. Buy me a drink baldy," She said to him. "And what is with that stupid mustache?"
Victor's eyes widened. "See gentlemen, this is the exact type of woman I wouldn't go fo-"
"I said drink. Buy me a drink." She sounded threatening.
"Yes ma'am," he looked to Tara, "You heard the woman, Kara. Drink."
Tara narrowed her eyes, but shifted her gaze as soon as Garfield started talking. "I think she should start with a panty dropper, and then a slow comfortable screw against the wall."
The woman narrowed her eyes, "Listen, white boy. Don't be a wise ass. I'm looking forward to some sex on the beach." She smiled to show him she was just joking with him. "I'm Karen, by the way. Nice to meet you guys."
Garfield gave a signature grin, "Nice to meet you too! You're all sass and I'm just an ass. We'll get along great." He mused, if only he could top this night off with a little meat, so to speak.
"Sex on the beach right here," Tara set the drink in front of Karen. "courtesy of Mass 'Stache over here." She giggled at her own joke. She bumped into Garfield… or her breasts rather. "Whoops, sorry."
Garfield raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, no problem. You sure you haven't started drinking?"
She smiled, "I can't until I'm off the clock silly. But I mean, if there's some sort of after party…" she trailed off seductively, "then I'm in."
Richard was already a little drunk. He looked up, "There is a party… in Garfield's pants… Like… sex." He smiled proudly.
Vic laughed loudly, "AHAHA, you think you smooth but you ain't." It was apparent they were losing Vic to the alcohol too.
Karen hit him on the back of his bald head. "Knock that off." Victor rubbed his head sadly.
Garfield grinned widely, "Well y'know if there's a party in my pants, everyone's coming. However, if there's a party in your mouth… well, Tara - I melt in your mouth, not in your hands if y'know what I mean."
She blushed heavily, "I'm beginning to think I do know what you mean." Telling him this sultrily after being slightly caught off guard by the words he spoke.
Vic laughed loudly again, "AHAHAHA, mah man's got game, son. Even I know what he means, and I want in." He winked at Garfield.
Karen hit him again. "I'm not joking with you, knock it off."
Richard could see where this was going. "This is getting a little crowded. I'll call us a car, Vic. Let's head out."
Vic shook his head, "Nah man, I wanna see how this goes… AHAHAHA."
Karen grabbed him by the ear and pulled him out of the booth.
"Ow, baby! Damn, you strong…. AHAHA- OW." She dragged him off.
Garfield shifted his gaze up to Tara, he got momentarily lost in her eyes. "So… when was your time up again?"
Tara didn't even have one drink, but she didn't need one. She had done this many times and had it down to a science. She would give him a night he wouldn't forget- and couldn't ignore.
She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him closer, backing up until she was against the wall. He quickly picked up where this was going and placed one hand on her butt, the other on her breast as he kissed her neck. She began to unbuckle his belt, sliding it off his waist easily. She then let her hands run through his hair while she occupied his lips with her own.
He didn't feel the need to stop kissing her, so he kept at it for a minute or so… then sneakily deepening it while he had her distracted. He wanted so badly to tear her clothes off and get down to business… but the game was no fun without the chase.
She apparently didn't get that memo, as she tore her own shirt off to reveal a rhinestoned white bra. She broke apart from the kiss and smiled at him, leaning up to whisper in his ear, "It's your lucky day. I'm feeling especially generous tonight."
He smirked in thought. 'She so knew she was getting some tonight… who puts on a bra like this just because?' Garfield stood back for a second, admiring her body. She had a pretty rockin' one at that. He'd been going back to the gym himself of course… actually no. He was down to doing Zumba with Hillary, because he didn't have much spare time to make any official plans with anyone.
She ripped open his shirt and he inwardly sighed, 'that was expensive!' but in this moment, nothing was really going to get him down. She then looked at him for a moment, "Leave the tie on," she said thoughtfully with a wink. Then she locked lips with him once again as her hands made short work of his pants, and this his boxers. She began kissing down his chest.
Running his fingers through her blond locks just wasn't the same as the one time he watched Rachel run her hand through her own hair. Wait… what was he thinking? 'I can't focus on her… it hurts. I have enough hurt right now.' He took no time in brushing his lips against Tara's, taking her breath away in a single warm gesture.
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