noteasytobepink | Wheelsy AU ~ Hollywood Nights

"Same it's always been Bill, bodyguard." She grinned cheerfully. What? That had always been her stated reason for getting him to California! "It's my premier after all."

"Thatt mean I should get myself a funny little ear piece and some shades?"

"You'd look good in the right set of shades," she mused, looking him over. "But an ear piece would drive you nuts, and you'd probably manage to pick up baby monitors."

"You think so?" He grinned, then lifted his arms back off the table as the waitress arrived with their order.

"Yes, I do. After all, you managed to get the precinct headset picking up afternoon soaps when you helped fix it remember? Baby monitors would be a snap!" And just as accidental, but hey!

He was actually asking about looking good in shades, but ran with the headset thing to keep from embarrassing himself.

"It's a gift, what can I say? I even got ESPN on the microwave once," he joked, giving her a grin.

Well, that would verge into beauty tips and really, what guy was comfortable with that? It was for his own good!

"Bill, if ya'll ain't careful you'll get the networkin' hitmen after you. Tuning in on modified appliances is nothin to dabble in!"

"Please. I don't even own a computer. They'd spend five minutes with me an' go away laughin' at how technologically inept I am."

Bill is not a high-tech guy, as is evidenced by his answering machine. Strange things may happen, but it's by no masterminding on his part.

"Yes, go away laughin, until you manage to hook into their private preview channel with a walky talky and a reflective puddle..." She snorted and started in on her chicken. "Them execs are mean Bill."

Bill carved into his chicken fried, steak, chuckling at Starla's words until a thought made him pause.

"Mean, huh? You have any trouble with anyone while you been out here, Starla?"

"Trouble? No!" She blinked. "Just the privacy clauses I had to sign go up to my chin I swear! No leaking to the media, no leaking scripts, no talking to people who serve coffee to other studios and it goes on!"

He studied her, just to make sure she wasn't holding anything back, then chuckled and shook his head.

"Now y'know how I feel. Some days I got paperwork up to my eyeballs."

"Yeah, but you're usually sittin down when you take that measurement! I was standin!" She stuck her tongue out at him as a matter of course and then started on her salad.

"Hey, I'm on my feet all day, I think I should be allowed t'sit when it gets to the paperwork part."

He laughed at her gesture, then tucked into his food. The steak and potatoes were eaten with gusto, the vegetables... were picked at.

"You don't get to order dessert unless you finish." She knew how to play dirty! "And no hidin under your napkin neither." She'd also taught gradeshcool boys.

"What? Aww, c'mon."

He pouted, and poked at a piece of broccoli.

"That's mean."

"It's also true." She ate her own veggies easily and without fuss. Amazingly like a grownup in fact. "I can be incredibly mean when I need to be after all."

Bill made an unhappy face, but set to work on the veggies.

"An' here I thought we were friends."

Despite all his complaining, he really didn't suffer all that much through the vegetables. The restaurant had cooked them up right, so they weren't actually that bad.

Setting his fork down after the last green thing was gone from his plate, he leaned back in his seat and drained the last of his Coke.

"Alright, now what kind of desserts does this place have?"

"Friends don't let friends miss out on necessary vitamins no matter how stubborn they are." She sniffed and set her fork aside. She'd take the last bits of fish and salad home, and yes, it was the portion sizes, not her starving herself or anything!

"I don't know. Probably milkshakes at least?"

"Well if I'm still kickin' at 80 I'll thank you then."

Wiping his hands, he reached to pick up the appetizer and dessert menu from the end of the table.

"Let's just see what they've got."

There were indeed milkshakes, along with a few other delectable options.

"I think I'm gonna have t'go with the hot fudge brownie. With the ice cream."

"If you're still kicking at eighty it'll be because you're stubborn, not because I got you to eat veggies once." She swat him gently then stole the menu placard from him.

Hmmm....

"Apple crumble for me I think."

When the waitress came back Bill placed their order.

"Y'never know, I could turn it into a habit," he said about the veggies. "I might just be stubborn enough t'do it."

"I'll believe it when the town gossips start admitting they've seen you eating greens that aren't on an M&M."

"Town gossips? That mean you been keepin' up with all the dirt in Wheelsy?" He chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

"Y'know y'can't believe half of what comes down the grapevine there."

"They call me, Bill. Leave me messages full of things that they are SURE are necessary details for the movie, or the next movie, or you know, any movie..." she laughed. "But they do like creepy, strange truth, and you eating veggies? That'd be right up their alley."

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