We haven’t worked together since Flashing Lights, and as much as I love the man, I really don’t think us working together and living together would end up being a good idea.
“Okay,” he says. “If you’re not into it, you’re not into it. I will say, though, that my agent called Academy Awards for the leading male and the leading female roles, and if we were to do this thing together, that would be—”
“Yeah,” I interrupt. “That would be us, I get it. I remember the last time someone in your family called an award, and if I’m not mistaken, you didn’t even get nominated for Lights, did you?”
“I was just trying to get in your pants,” he says.
“Well, it worked, I guess,” I tell him. “If you ignore just about everything else that’s happened since we’ve met, you can absolutely thank your calling your award for our relationship.”
“It wasn’t that bad of a movie,” he says.
“I never said it was a bad movie,” I tell him. “I’m just saying that I don’t think it’s a good idea for the two of us to work together.”
“Fine,” he says. “I’ll let my agent know.”
Damian and Danna found it useful to compartmentalize their relationship so that, for anything work-related, Damian talks to her and refers to her as his agent. For everything else, she’s still his twin sister.
You know, the funny thing is that the two of them really don’t look all that much alike.
Damian walks off and calls Danna and I just take another sip of my Long Island iced tea. By the time he comes back, I’ve almost finished the drink.
“So, I don’t know if you remember my old assistant Kieran,” Damian says as he nears me again, “but he just got his first director job.”
“Good for him,” I reply.
“I guess,” Damian says. “I always thought the guy was kind of an idiot, but maybe he just hadn’t found his calling yet.”
“Is Danna going to be joining us for dinner?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says. “Apparently, her date isn’t going so well, so she’s on her way home now.”
“Oh no, trouble with the pincushion?” I ask.
“She didn’t say exactly what happened,” Damian says. “She just said that she left him rolling on the floor after she gave him a knee to the groin.”
“Your sister kind of scares me,” I tell him.
“Yeah,” he says, “me, too.”
I finish up my drink and we head inside.
I’ve grown to really care for Danna, but there’s a very specific reason that I’m eager to talk to her. Along with being Damian’s agent, she’s my agent, too.
The idea was Damian’s, originally, but Danna and I both rejected it then out of hand. It wasn’t until we got together alone a few weeks later that we actually started to take the arrangement seriously.
There are still offers coming in all the time, but I have, very recently, been informed about a job that I think would fit my abilities remarkably well. The trick is going to be getting Damian to leave the two of us alone for five seconds so Danna and I can talk about it.
I pop into the bathroom and take a quick look at myself in the mirror, but Late Night with the Stars did a pretty damn good job making me look absolutely sumptuous.
Danna gets home and I try to talk to her, but Damian walks in, interrupting us. When I tell him that it’s professional business with my agent, he pulls up a chair.
He’s not dumb, but sometimes Damian isn’t very smart.
Danna and I agree to talk later, but that doesn’t happen until we’re at the restaurant and Danna “accidentally” spills her water on Damian’s lap. He goes off to the restroom to dry off and Danna leans toward me.
“This is what you really want to do?” she asks. “They need a firm answer pretty fast or else they’re going to start making other calls.”
“Yeah,” I tell her, “let’s do it. I heard the synopsis and I just knew that I had to be in this movie.”