OOC: lol, I know. I was kidding.
IC:
After a few more questions, usual stuff, "Have you missed your family?" "Have you taken drugs?" "Do you regret doing that music video with Michael Jackson?", the common Hollywood 20 Questions.
Josh shook hands with the interviewer and watched her leave. He felt satisfied that it went rather well.
Despite some hesitation with the Michael Jackson question, he thought he did pretty well.
Getting up, Josh made his way to the bar. To the common eye or Paparazzi, he knew what they would think, but that was not his intention.
He just needed to meet a friend, that was all.
"Hey, Bethy," stated Josh as he sat down at the table.
"Why are you late?" asked the seventeen-year-old blonde chewing gum.
To the average eye, Bethy would look like a common floozy, but to Josh she was more then that. She was a gem, a girl he could count on for information about the place.
Okay, sure, she was a common floozy, but a RICH common floozy, who did her work under the table...or on top of it, for a price. Despite her young age, she was good at her job, modelling as a sexy-looking girl.
"What's the word in the Corridors?" asked Josh Stewartson, smiling coyly.
"Nothin' doing, Josh. Not till I see them regs," stated Bethy.
Josh calmly took out a driver's license and handed it to Bethy.
"Yeah, this'll do," said Bethy and put the license into her black sequin bag.
"Word is there are big names in the joint. Nobody as a client, but I seen em as I make me rounds."
Josh enjoyed using Bethy as a source of information, it was cheaper then having a P.A, less constricting too. With Bethy, you could get any info, if you had the right bargaining chip.