Disclaimer: The following is a consensual story featuring two real female celebrities and one fictional male character. Any similarity to reality is coincidental.
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At a small gathering of Hollywood stars, high up in the penthouse of a former office building, sat English actress Naomi Scott. Dressed in a comfortable purple dress that barely reached her knees, she was sipping on a martini glass and watching the various unfamiliar celebs mingling around. Approaching her, wearing a shiny silver copy of her dress, was another actress by the name of Anna Kendrick.
"This is so fucking boring," Anna said, sitting down next to Naomi. "I hate these parties."
"Then why did you come?" Naomi asked, taking another sip of her drink.
"My agent said I had to," Anna replied. "The joys of Hollywood."
"Glad to know I'm not the only one," Naomi said. "They can't even get the drinks right. This martini is weak as shit."
Anna took the drink from Naomi's hand and finished it off, causing the Englishwoman to raise an eyebrow. She watched the look of disgust come across Anna's face and started to giggle.
"God, that is nasty," Anna said, frantically looking around for something to wash the weak drink away.
Naomi followed the woman as she rushed to the bar and grabbed a can of Coca-Cola, chugging it down. Anna let out a quiet belch and looked around, hoping nobody saw (or heard) her.
"You're funny," Naomi said, taking the can and sucking the last few drops out of it to cure her own taste of the weak drink. "How long are you planning on staying here?"
"I was planning to stay for a couple hours but since I already want to put a gun in my mouth, which would probably taste better than that shit, I might bail soon," Anna said, wiping her tongue with a napkin.
"I was about to leave too," Naomi said, tossing the can in the trash. "If you want a real drink, you can tag along."
"Lead the way, Jasmine," she responded, poking fun at Naomi's role in the 'Aladdin' remake.
The two women snuck out of the gathering and made their way down the elevator, making small talk the entire way down. Naomi had summoned an Uber on her phone while riding down. Luckily for her, a driver was nearby so there was only a small wait time.
"What bar are we going to?" Anna asked as the elegantly-dressed women climbed into the back of the car.
"No bar, I'm bringing you to my home," Naomi said with a smile.
"You're inviting me into your house after we've known each other for like twenty minutes?" Anna questioned. "What if I'm a crazy person who's going to steal all your stuff?"
"What if I'm a serial killer who just wants a quiet place to cut your limbs off and make chili out of them?" Naomi asked back, bringing a concerned look to the face of driver.
"I should be scared but your accent makes that sound kinda nice," Anna said, causing both women to laugh.
The Uber driver was more than happy to finally pull up in front of Naomi's home. Both women thanked him before he sped off. Naomi led Anna inside towards the kitchen and began to prepare a martini that would not cause disgust. Anna excused herself to the bathroom, bringing her bag with her.
As Naomi finished the drinks and sent a text on her phone, Anna returned dressed way down from the shiny dress. Now in a black tank top and pink sweatpants, she sat down at the table and waited for her drink.
"Do you always carry casual clothes in a tiny bag to a party?" Naomi asked, handing her a drink.
"Most parties I go to end with me in the bed of someone I met, so I always bring a change of clothes," Anna said, sipping the drink and smiling. "That actually tastes like a martini and not Harvey Weinstein's bath water."
"You're welcome," Naomi said, taking a sip of her own. "Sorry if I interfered with your post-party sex pattern."
"It's okay," Anna laughed. "I could use a break to not make myself think I'm a whore."
Naomi smiled and laughed as a knock came to the front door. She hurried over and opened it, finding a tall, pale, blond man standing in front of her. She gave him a hug and kiss and led him inside. Anna watched on confused as the pictures on the wall showed Naomi with a man who looked nothing like this one.
"Anna, this is Steven," Naomi said. "Steven, this is my new friend Anna."
"Hi Steven, you lost your color," she said, looking over at a wedding photo on the wall of Naomi and her dark-skinned husband.
"I should explain," Naomi said as Steven sat down next to Anna. "My husband and I don't get much time together. He is a footballer and I'm an actress. We both have needs so we have an open relationship. Steven is my LA boy."
"He's a big, strong boy," Anna said, grabbing his muscular arm.
"You two get to know each other, I'm going to take your lead and dress down," Naomi said, grabbing her drink before scurrying off.
Anna awkwardly sipped from her drink, trying to keep her eyes off the man sitting next to her. They tried to make small talk, but Anna could not focus. Steven placed a hand on Anna's shoulder and slid his chair closer.