"Do you know how to mix drinks?" Amy asked. She eyed the couple in front of her.
"No."
"Not really."
"An your agents spoke wit Asher?" They nodded. She sighed as she pushed her hair out of her face. "Jus' a minute." She waddled back to the office. "Asher, your celebrity bartenders are here an dey don't know how to mix drinks."
"Den let 'em serve." He didn't look up from the papers in front of him.
"An have de rest of us do everyting else? Asher," she began.
"Amy, dey know how to take a top off a bottle. Show 'em how to mix easy drinks. De others can do de hard stuff."
"An what about me?"
He stood and rounded the desk. "You are stayin' off your feet. You're due in what, a week?" She nodded. "You can sit at de Bayou table or go upstairs an rest. I changed de sheets. An," he pushed her toward the door, "Orly's gonna be here. He can do de bar too."
"Fine. Whatever." She left to teach two actors how to pour drinks. Lorayne stopped her in the hall.
"Amy, Samira's here."
"Who?"
"My friend I told you about. You know, for your assistant."
"Oh. Where she at?"
"Bayou table."
"Do me a favor; go teach dose two how to mix." She stood there for a moment, rubbing her back before making her way to the bar's house table. "Samira, I'm Amy." Pretty, she thought. Long black hair, dark brown eyes. Asher will sit up and take notice.
"Here's my resume and my portfolio."
"Olan Mills. How tedious was dat?"
"Very, which is why I don't work there anymore."
"'Kay. Why move to New Orleans?"
She shrugged. "An adventure, a change of pace."
Amy nodded. "You're hired." She struggled out of the booth. "Come on, I'll show you how to get de house. I'm turnin' a coupla de rooms into studios so it'll be a mess wit everybody movin' tings. Dere's an extra room if you need a place."
*****
Jessica Biel smiled at Orlando Bloom. "Thank you so much for helping me. Amy's a little general, isn't she?" She looked over his shoulder to see their subject leaning her head back against the booth, eyes closed.
"This is her brother's baby. Hey, we have the basics. The rest of the girls are taking care of the Sex and Orgasms." He laughed when she punched him.
"Is she okay?"
"Amy?" He glanced back. "Yeah, she's fine."
Jessica gave him an uncertain look before helping a customer.
"So," Kip Pardue said. "Do you have a boyfriend that would object?"
"Object to what?" Alyssa was propped up on the bar, watching the customers.