Part One

"Fuckin A! Here they are!” Guy was always too excited about something. These tickets he was currently waving above his head, you figured was no different.

It was you, Guy, and Molly his pixie-haired girlfriend, sitting at your usual Saturday morning spot. Where Guy usually goes on about something while you shrug and Molly sips a coffee milkshake.

“Dude, you are not excited enough!” Guy was a bit of a bro, but he was one of the few friends you’d actually made since coming out to LA six months ago. And he seemed to genuinely like you in a place where real friends we’re hard to find. Plus he’d been a little more successful than you at finding work, which meant an Axe body spray commercial and a single line in a pilot that wasn’t picked up. Still, his potential success meant your potential connection to a working actor.

Work was not on his mind today. “This is the fucking Party I was telling you about. The Hollywood Sin Halloween Party. The most depraved, perverted event of the year.”

“Have you been?” You ask.

“No”

“Then how do you know?”

“Oh, I know”

“I couldn’t find any information on...”

Guy pounds the table, incensed “Of course there’s no info online. There are no pictures. You think people are gonna get freaky if there’s evidence? But trust me, everyone in this town knows. Hollywood Sin is the premiere event for the famous to dress up in costumes and spread their legs. It’s crazy hard to...”

“If it’s that exclusive, how did you get tickets?” You can’t help but ask

Guy shrugs “You eat out the right pussy and you can get things in this town.”

“Dude,” you say mimicking Guy’s tone “your girlfriend is sitting right here.”

“Yeah.” Guy responds “I wasn’t the one who got the tickets.”

Molly lifts up her cute head and blushes a bit. Then back to her drink and her phone.

“I keep telling you this, Hollywood is different. You fuck who you can when you can. And you get what you can from it. Did I ever tell you the story of the pilot I did?” He’s told you many, many times. But he goes on “Fuckin’ Margot Robbie before she was famous was on her knees every day trying to move up in the world. And then she gets the roll in Wolf of Wall Street the day before I reported to set. She was gone. I was that close to busting my big cock all over that face.”

“Ahem” the waitress stands next to your table, a pretty blonde in glasses and a pig tail (all the waitresses out here are pretty girls) “anything else?”

Everyone shakes their head so she scribbles something down and hands Guy the check.

You roll your eyes “see, not everyone is interested in your big cock” you say.

“Yeah?” Guy says with a sly smile holding up the check. “She left her number, the little slut.”

“Oh, speaking of which,” Molly interjects “We have 4 tickets to this party because I promised one to a friend. You don’t mind making it a double date do you?”