Disclaimer: I do not intend for anyone to mistake this as being true and real. It is a fictional story involving fake versions of celebrities all over the age of 18.
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Chapter 5: Consequences
January 2013
'So this is the second time the two of you have worked together,' I said to the two stars in front of me, it was one of the final questions of a long and somewhat boring interview.
'Yes,' Emma Stone said, smiling and wiping her blonde hair out of her face as she turned to look at her co-star Ryan Gosling.
'It must be good to get to work with someone you trust again, especially when shooting bedroom scenes,' I said, ramping up to my real question.
'It's certainly more comfortable than a complete stranger,' Ryan said, chuckling. 'It's never really comfortable when you're shooting that stuff in front of people.'
'I have to ask,' I started, gauging the two's expressions as I attempted to dig into the good stuff. 'There have been rumours-'
'Completely false, no way,' Ryan insisted, knowing exactly what I was going to ask him.
'I hadn't even-' I started, looking at Emma and noticing she was glaring at Ryan.
'We have a completely and utterly professional relationship,' Ryan insisted, which caused Emma to turn away in apparent disgust and outrage.
'Well...' I said, awkwardly. 'That was my final question... and I should mention it was one of the questions my boss says I absolutely have to ask.'
'I understand,' Ryan said, as he continued to smile, not letting it waver for even a second when he side glanced at an incredibly peeved Emma Stone.
'You know what,' Emma said suddenly. 'We were going to go grab a couple of drinks after this, you should come.'
Ryan looked at her with a shocked expression. 'I'm sure he has to get going on this article, the movie comes out this week right?' Ryan suggested, clearly trying to dissuade me from joining for reasons only he and Emma knew.
'Actually this is for next month's magazine,' I said honestly, for some reason the studio didn't seem to mind if it helped promote the film at all. 'I could use a drink.'
Ryan looked at me frustrated, but seemed resigned to the fact that this was happening. 'Should you follow us or?'
'No way, you'll just ride with us right?' Emma said, as the three of us all stood up from our chairs.
'I caught a cab here so... that really would be best,' I said as Emma smiled at me, an expression that quickly changed to something more sinister when she looked at Ryan.
I had planned on meeting up with Jennifer Lawrence that night so I pulled my phone out to tell her what was happening as we walked out. 'Sorry, can't make it tonight, interviewing Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling, going out for drinks, looks like it'll get interesting,' I messaged.
I received a reply almost instantly but didn't look right away. I was far too busy looking at Emma who was wearing a sexy leather jacket, matched with a tight, dark grey shirt and long skinny, denim jeans. 'Call me if you still want to fuck after, bring them if you want,' Jennifer's message read, it was attached with an image of her fingering her pussy, I almost decided to cancel on Emma and Ryan, but their tension was far too interesting to walk away from.
The cab ride wasn't the best, not by a long shot. I decided to keep my Dictaphone on, trusting that the battery would keep it recording for as long as this outing would continue. I wished that I'd turned it off however, because if the drive over was any indication the whole evening would be spent in long uncomfortable silences.
Eventually though, the cab ride from hell was over and the three of us made our way into the bar. 'Hey, do you guys have like a booth or something, we'd like some privacy,' Ryan said to one of the bartenders, who promptly and excitedly rushed toward the back where a few full booths were located.
'Looks like they're full,' I said.
Ryan and Emma laughed. 'Just watch,' Ryan said, as the bartender promptly kicked the group that was already occupying the booth right out of it.
'Right this way,' the bartender said once they came back to lead us over to the bar she had just emptied.
'What you like to drink?' The bartender asked.
'Scotch,' 'Vodka,' 'Beer,' Ryan, Emma and I said respectively.
'This is pretty fucked up,' I admitted.
'It's one of the perks of being a movie star,' Ryan said.
'I'm sure there aren't many of those,' I joked.
Soon the drinks came, and the uncomfortable silence left. Before long and after a few more rounds of drinks, the three of us were talking and having a great time. The best part is, at no point during this whole conversation did either of them say it was off the record so if I chose to I could put all of this in the article, which would essentially save it.
'So do you prefer being blonde or being a redhead?' I questioned, as yet another round of drinks landed on the table.
'That's a tough one, each has their own perks... what do you prefer?' Emma asked, throughout the evening, the more we drank, the closer we moved together. By this point in the night, we were practically on one side of the booth while Ryan was alone on the opposite end.
'What do I prefer?' I repeated. 'I think you are great either way,' I said diplomatically.
Emma rolled her eyes and said. 'Let me tell you something about me,' her drunkenness was starting to show. 'I like it when a guy knows what he wants and doesn't lie about it.'
'Redhead,' I let out. 'I prefer it red, I think it... I dunno... I just like it.'
'Was that so hard?' Emma questioned, leaning in closer.
'Let me ask you something,' I started. 'You had a thing with Andrew Garfield... do you have a thing for English accents?'
'You bet I do,' Emma said, as she side glanced at a growingly uncomfortable Ryan Gosling.
Before could continue however, the dynamic of the booth shifted when Eva Mendes sat herself next to Ryan. 'Eva,' Emma exclaimed, somewhat surprised, pulling away from me immediately.
'Emma,' she said, leaning over to kiss the blonde on the cheek.
The two women then reverted back to their original positions next to their respective men. 'I didn't know you were coming,' Emma said, a look of pretty obvious fake joy on her face.
'Ryan called me, said we were having drinks with a journalist,' Eva explained and then placed her hand out for me to grab. 'You must be the journalist.'
'Desmond Drake, though... journalist is a strong word,' I joked.
Suddenly Emma stood up. 'I just need to use the little girl's room,' she said as she stood up.
She mouthed 'Meet me in the bathroom,' while she was using me as leverage to climb out of the booth.
