Faye was trying to get into character.
She twisted her body with roundhouse kicks, her joints splintered with the contact she made whenever a part of her body connected with the jaw, the ribs, the ankles of the other stunt doubles. This was so therapeutical. She began to think she could do this for a living.
Her fresh and newly dyed violet hair spun about her ivory face as she delivered kick after punch after kick to her 'opponents'. She couldn't help but smile. She was feeling so good. Like she was perfectly executing a dance.
When the director finally seemed satisfied with her work, she stood off to the side and watched the crew members scurry about the set preparing for the next fighting sequence. Every so often a woman would come by and run her fingers through Faye's hair, tousling it or smoothing it out depending on what the scene called for. She was enjoying the attention.
Faye was finally able to sit down for a few minutes in a nearby canvas chair. A crew member had brought over a bottle of mineral water for her to sip at. She stretched her legs out before her and relaxed into the chair. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes against the sun. She rested like that for a few moments when her lids darkened as a shadow crossed them.
"That's some good work you were doing."
Faye opened her eyes, squinting to see who was leaning over her. She could have sworn it was Spike if he hadn't been paying her a compliment.
"Thanks. I think I was born to do this." She replied.
"Well, you sure look like you were." The man crouched down beside her chair so that he was at eye-level with her. He looks almost exactly like Spike, she thought to herself. He was tall and lean, wearing the same suit Spike almost always had on.
"Strike Segal is it?" Faye asked, offering her hand. The man momentarily closed his cool dry fingers around hers.
"Roscoe, actually." He said. "And you are...?"
"Faye." Faye crossed her ankles and leaned onto the arm of the chair towards him.
"A pleasure." Roscoe smiled.
Faye chatted back and forth with Mr. Calhoun, straying farther and farther away from the subject of movies. She knew she should be delving for information about the film but she was, in a matter of a few sentences, drawn into his stunning brown eyes. She wondered if they were real or lenses put in to make him look more like Spike.
He was very clever, but charming. Not like Spike at all. But smart like him. And very pleasing to the eye. Faye hadn't considered being with a man for so long but she wouldn't mind having a drink with the likes of Roscoe Calhoun. He had the money and the star power to treat her the way she should be treated.
"Unfortunately I'm not going to be finished before pretty late tonight. But if you're still around perhaps we could have a late dinner?" It was as though he had read her mind.
"Well, alright. If I'm still around." She said slyly. She was attempting at nonchalance. She didn't want to seem too eager.
Later, when she was spinning with arms and legs flailing at her 'assailants', she thought about why she had been so interested in having dinner with Mr. Calhoun. Did the fact that he looked so much like Spike play a part in it? Was she hoping to live out some sort of fantasy of being with Spike?
Okay. Gross. Best not to think about that.