Sex And Drugs
And Lost Control
While he waited for the call to be transferred Joel made his way through the crowd. He put his business card on the table in front of the sociopath Rudy was snapping. Rudy's camera flashed. Joel scowled at him. Rudy smiled and went to find some nubile flesh to photograph. He had made his payday. The spray-tan slim Jim looked up, bewildered by the card. Joel was about to show the world why he was paid so much. He glared at the actor.
“You're going to follow me. You won't speak. You'll walk ten feet behind me. If you don't I won't be able to get you out of jail.”
“What jail?” The actor knew that between the logo on the business card and Joel's no-nonsense attitude he had better do what he was told.
Joel nodded to the barman who was now pointing the actor out to three tuxedo wearing security guards.
“Les? Joel. Listen...” Joel stopped and turned round. The actor was still staring at the approaching guards. “Now!” Joel snapped back at his new service user before striding out of the bar talking into his phone.