Post by Preston Reese on Jul 27, 2024 21:59:33 GMT -5
Inside what appeared to be a rather empty looking hospital room, Preston Reese wearing a white lab coat over a designer suit stood facing a beautiful brunette dressed as a nurse. She was crying.
Nurse: We need to end this! He is going to find out!
Reese shook his head, and grabbed her arm as she turned to go. His eyes flashed, and he frowned.
Reese: No! You deserve this, and more! He betrayed you, and we will stick to the plan! We keep drugging and gaslighting him!
The nurse frowned, and Reese lifted his hand to stroke her cheek. Her eyes softened, and he stepped closer.
Reese: And then he will sign over all of his assets to you!
Director: CUT! There is some guy on scene!
Reese’s eyes narrowed, and he turned with a scowl as he started to loosen his tie. The white coat flung off, tossed to the nurse as he glared at the offending man.
It was Henderson.
The assistant to Wesley Crane, spewed his hands and forced a smile.
Henderson: Preston!
Reese: Why the fuck are you bothering me while I am working?
Henderson shrugged, clearly not comfortable as Reese walked closer. He pointed at the brunette, shaking his blonde head.
Reese: I was about to make out with that when you ruined the fucking shot, man! Do you get that? Do you understand you have ruined the mood?
Nurse: We could—
Reese waved a hand angrily, and she scurried off. Reese of course watched her go, and then he rounded on Henderson as he took a coffee from a nerdy looking man in a cheap suit. He sipped at it, and then sprayed it out as he narrowly missed both men.
Reese: The fuck is this? Are you serious? Who the fuck are you?
Nerd: I am your new assistant.
Reese stared at the man’s hand, and then slapped it away.
Reese: The fuck you are!
The nerd turned to go looking sad as Henderson watched, and Reese turned.
Reese: Wait.
The nerd turned, eyes brightening as he stepped closer. Reese shoved the paper cup into his hand, and he pointed away from him. The nerd’s eyes fell, and Reese glared after him before turning to Henderson.
Reese: That is what the fuck you do when your assistant is a fuck ip! That is what you do when your assistant drops the goddamned ball every two minutes! You don’t keep him around so the fans or some blonde floozy thinks you are a nice guy.
Henderson swallowed, and he held up his hands. He started to speak, and Reese cut him off.
Reese: You know something? My old man had the Endorcer paid him for years, guy was 500 pounds of deadweight. AJ? How long did Uncle AJ pay that fucking jobber Scorpion? For fuck’s sake.
Reese stepped closer, blue eyes narrowed as he jabbed a finger at Henderson.
Reese: Uncle Donzig? Yeah, he doesn’t let his help get out of line!
Henderson swallowed.
Henderson: Crane has been trying to call you?
Reese: I know. Fuck that dude, he wants to simp after Slam’s goth baddie daughter he can do it on his own time!
Henderson: You haven't been answering Rage either?
Reese rolled his eyes, and he shook his head.
Reese: That man left me ten voice mails just crying his eyes about Joe Biden. Pass.
Henderson: Cage?
Reese: Who?
Henderson stared, shaking his head before he started to talk again. Reese cut him off, and he jabbed a finger into his chest again.
Reese: You don’t need to worry about me! You need to worry about your boy! He needs to get his head straight if we want to get that tag gold back in the High Roller’s Club!
He needs to quit pandering to these fans, he needs to quit being a simp! He needs to stop being soft!
I need Crane to not be a bitch!
Henderson nodded slowly, licking his lips as Reese frowned at him. He tugged at his coat, and he cleared his throat.
Henderson: I can address your concerns to Wes.
Reese rolled his eyes.
Reese: Fuck me! He let’s you call him ‘Wes’? Like you’re friends? Come on, dude. This is sad.
Henderson: Come on.
Reese waved a hand, shaking his head.
Reese: You think my old man let’s his assistant call him Sheldon?
Henderson said nothing, and Reese sighed.
Reese: Listen you tell Crane we can’t fuck around with that little dweeb or his big Scottish jobber! The Tilted Cartridges are the real deal!
Bad to the Bone? Real deal.
I get LD thinks he is on Broadway or some shit all of a sudden, but he’s not bad. He is not fucking around, and my partner? Out here tucking around with cancer kids or some shit!
Henderson frowned.
Reese: Yeah, I said it! Make a wish shit? Come on, bro. You think LD is doing make a wish? Or Fox?
Henderson arched a brow.
Reese: You think Donzig visits the Children’s Hospital?
Henderson paled.
Reese: You suppose Drake is going to go easy on Crane if we face them because he is trying to get on his partner’s sister?
You know what? Tell Crane he needs to get his head straight!
Henderson: I think—
He fell silent as Reese’s phone rang, Reese muttered before he pulled it from inside of his jacket. He stared at it, and then answered the call.
Cage: Preston! Thank God, listen Wes is driving me—
Reese: Who is this?
Cage: Cage? Nic Cage?
Reese stared at his phone, and lifted it.
Reese: Oh, wow! I loved you in the Rock!
Cage: What? Not that Nic Cage.
Reese rolled his eyes, and he lowered the phone.
Cage: I need your help, Wes keeps talking about coconut —
Reese jabbed his thumb down, hanging up as Henderson stared at him. A shrug, and Reese walked off.
Reese: Wrong number.
Nurse: We need to end this! He is going to find out!
Reese shook his head, and grabbed her arm as she turned to go. His eyes flashed, and he frowned.
Reese: No! You deserve this, and more! He betrayed you, and we will stick to the plan! We keep drugging and gaslighting him!
The nurse frowned, and Reese lifted his hand to stroke her cheek. Her eyes softened, and he stepped closer.
Reese: And then he will sign over all of his assets to you!
Director: CUT! There is some guy on scene!
Reese’s eyes narrowed, and he turned with a scowl as he started to loosen his tie. The white coat flung off, tossed to the nurse as he glared at the offending man.
It was Henderson.
The assistant to Wesley Crane, spewed his hands and forced a smile.
Henderson: Preston!
Reese: Why the fuck are you bothering me while I am working?
Henderson shrugged, clearly not comfortable as Reese walked closer. He pointed at the brunette, shaking his blonde head.
Reese: I was about to make out with that when you ruined the fucking shot, man! Do you get that? Do you understand you have ruined the mood?
Nurse: We could—
Reese waved a hand angrily, and she scurried off. Reese of course watched her go, and then he rounded on Henderson as he took a coffee from a nerdy looking man in a cheap suit. He sipped at it, and then sprayed it out as he narrowly missed both men.
Reese: The fuck is this? Are you serious? Who the fuck are you?
Nerd: I am your new assistant.
Reese stared at the man’s hand, and then slapped it away.
Reese: The fuck you are!
The nerd turned to go looking sad as Henderson watched, and Reese turned.
Reese: Wait.
The nerd turned, eyes brightening as he stepped closer. Reese shoved the paper cup into his hand, and he pointed away from him. The nerd’s eyes fell, and Reese glared after him before turning to Henderson.
Reese: That is what the fuck you do when your assistant is a fuck ip! That is what you do when your assistant drops the goddamned ball every two minutes! You don’t keep him around so the fans or some blonde floozy thinks you are a nice guy.
Henderson swallowed, and he held up his hands. He started to speak, and Reese cut him off.
Reese: You know something? My old man had the Endorcer paid him for years, guy was 500 pounds of deadweight. AJ? How long did Uncle AJ pay that fucking jobber Scorpion? For fuck’s sake.
Reese stepped closer, blue eyes narrowed as he jabbed a finger at Henderson.
Reese: Uncle Donzig? Yeah, he doesn’t let his help get out of line!
Henderson swallowed.
Henderson: Crane has been trying to call you?
Reese: I know. Fuck that dude, he wants to simp after Slam’s goth baddie daughter he can do it on his own time!
Henderson: You haven't been answering Rage either?
Reese rolled his eyes, and he shook his head.
Reese: That man left me ten voice mails just crying his eyes about Joe Biden. Pass.
Henderson: Cage?
Reese: Who?
Henderson stared, shaking his head before he started to talk again. Reese cut him off, and he jabbed a finger into his chest again.
Reese: You don’t need to worry about me! You need to worry about your boy! He needs to get his head straight if we want to get that tag gold back in the High Roller’s Club!
He needs to quit pandering to these fans, he needs to quit being a simp! He needs to stop being soft!
I need Crane to not be a bitch!
Henderson nodded slowly, licking his lips as Reese frowned at him. He tugged at his coat, and he cleared his throat.
Henderson: I can address your concerns to Wes.
Reese rolled his eyes.
Reese: Fuck me! He let’s you call him ‘Wes’? Like you’re friends? Come on, dude. This is sad.
Henderson: Come on.
Reese waved a hand, shaking his head.
Reese: You think my old man let’s his assistant call him Sheldon?
Henderson said nothing, and Reese sighed.
Reese: Listen you tell Crane we can’t fuck around with that little dweeb or his big Scottish jobber! The Tilted Cartridges are the real deal!
Bad to the Bone? Real deal.
I get LD thinks he is on Broadway or some shit all of a sudden, but he’s not bad. He is not fucking around, and my partner? Out here tucking around with cancer kids or some shit!
Henderson frowned.
Reese: Yeah, I said it! Make a wish shit? Come on, bro. You think LD is doing make a wish? Or Fox?
Henderson arched a brow.
Reese: You think Donzig visits the Children’s Hospital?
Henderson paled.
Reese: You suppose Drake is going to go easy on Crane if we face them because he is trying to get on his partner’s sister?
You know what? Tell Crane he needs to get his head straight!
Henderson: I think—
He fell silent as Reese’s phone rang, Reese muttered before he pulled it from inside of his jacket. He stared at it, and then answered the call.
Cage: Preston! Thank God, listen Wes is driving me—
Reese: Who is this?
Cage: Cage? Nic Cage?
Reese stared at his phone, and lifted it.
Reese: Oh, wow! I loved you in the Rock!
Cage: What? Not that Nic Cage.
Reese rolled his eyes, and he lowered the phone.
Cage: I need your help, Wes keeps talking about coconut —
Reese jabbed his thumb down, hanging up as Henderson stared at him. A shrug, and Reese walked off.
Reese: Wrong number.
