Elysian Fields RPG

John had a room that was reserved for his use at the club. It was fairly spartan, but comfortable, and he spent most of his off-duty time there, especially waiting between appointments. Not too many people would even knock on his door - he had his pager and cell available if someone wanted to talk to him or ask him for an appointment. He knew it could only be one of a few people, and he sighed as he unfolded from the couch that could be turned into a bed if he got too tired to head back to the hotel after a session. It was probably important. Right? He opened the door and looked down - he almost always looked down.

"Sammy," he smiled then, glad to see the young man who was a good friend... and maybe if they could stop dancing around things, might be more. "Come on in," he said. He knew whatever it was, Sammy must need some advice. John locked the door after them, just in case.

"So what's next for you?" Gwyneth asked, sipping iced tea and glancing over at Garrett. She'd really enjoyed working with him - and Leighton and Tim - on the movie. "I still think you could have a second career if you wanted it, your voice is amazing," she said. "I think we've established that I don't pay empty compliments, too." She liked his company as well, it wasn't every movie she found someone she could talk with like she was with Garrett. "Any great plans or are you going to rest some?" she asked. "Of course I don't think actors ever actually do get to rest." She laughed softly, thinking of an actor she had worked with on a movie ages back. "Do you know, I once worked with an actor who wanted to know why I was still taking acting lessons? He thought he knew everything. I think he's washing cars now." She shook her head. "People who think the job we do is easy either get sense knocked into them, or they fall out of it, there doesn't seem to be an in between option."