[b]Wes[/b]

Wesley felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket and scanned the message, assuming it would just be Jon’s lines, instead he saw a picture he forgot about.
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He had yet to change the photo that came up any time Jen contacted him. It was his way of staying close he guessed. He opened up the text that read

[i]Hey Ruffian, Tilly is playing up with the nanny. Gonna be a bit late <3[/i]

They may have broken up nearly a year prior but other than the fact they no longer slept together, you wouldn’t be remiss in thinking they were still together. Wes responded with an okay of his own before reading another text, this one was from Jon and were the lines he was expecting. He nodded to Jackson and patted his shoulder. “You should come by the house tomorrow, I’ve got Tilly for the afternoon and you know how much she loves seeing you” With that said, the young actor got to his feet and wandered off to the bathroom.

Locking himself inside the toilet stall, Wes did everything in his power to recall all he could about Paddy Hutchinson. The role had been up in the air for 18 months and bits and pieces of his role within the film and whatnot had been leaked. Wesley needed to understand the character before even reading the lines. Then it struck him, a single part of the casting call that was arguably the most important aspect of the character. It was an aspect that Wes himself possessed. “Family above all”

Walking into meeting room 1, Jon sat awaiting the man behind March and prepared the camera phone. Placing a single hand into his pocket, when the man gave the signal, Wes began. “You’re not being a man. A man provides for his family. And he does it even when he's not appreciated, or respected, or even loved. He simply bears up and he does it. Because he's a man. And he will do this by any means necessary. You are good at what you do Oliver and so am I. We can help each other. We’re practically family and it’s family above all. Let us provide for our family, because we are men and that is what we do. I will not ask you, to do anything I wouldn’t do myself. You have been like my brother since I left prison. You took care of Keela whilst I rebuilt what my father left behind. We are men, we are Hutchinson’s. It’s time to burn them all”

[b]Lucas[/b]

“LUKE! LUKE!” The paparazzi called. He never understood why they made such a fuss about him. There were probably about 200 “celebrities” there that night, why did they have to bother him? It’s not like he made great works of art or made your pulses race at the mere sight of him. No, all he did was hit people while wielding a stick on ice. He wasn’t special. He stopped for pictures and to anser some questions but damn if he didn’t want to. “Luke, you were cut from Colorado after punching out your own goalie, can we imagine more of the same when you start in LA next week?” “Well, if the goalie here is a racist bigot too then yeah you can” “Mr LeBlanc, what do you say to the people who think that your nothing more than a glorified goon?” “I just say to people like that…have you seen my slapshot?” After fighting through more questions and photographs, Lucas finally made it into the venue and headed straight for the bar. He took a glance at the black and red haired girl, he recognised her from a magazine he passed earlier that day. “Sirenia St Claire, never thought I’d see you at a function like this” He smiled as the barman handed him a beer. “Looks like we’re sitting together” He pointed out a table about three tables into the room where their names were situated. “Or we could just sit here all night, I don’t particularly mind either way”