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How to Be a Really Famous Actor (And Other Acting Tips), Friday, Period 1

"Now you listen close and you listen hard, bucko," Lucas said, holding up the receiver of an old-school phone. "The next click you hear is me hanging up. The one after that... is me pulling the trigger!" And with that, Lucas hung up.

"That's kind of my 'Feeling lucky punk' quote from one of my biggest hits, 'You Just Don't Exist,'" Lucas said. "When people dress like Cole Hazard at conventions, that's the line they quote. That's the power of a catchphrase. You think Schwartzenegger gets to be a politician today if he couldn't mumble at least one good catchphrase per movie? If you do, you're an idiot and the rest of the class should kick your ass and steal your lunch money."

Lucas waited to see if anyone would raise their hand and volunteer for an ass kicking.

"It's Friday. We're in Hawaii on Sunday. You don't want to do any work now, I get that," Lucas said. "Unfortunately for you guys, 'evil' is in my job description. So you're going to get a bunch of situations and you need to come up with catchphrases for them. Your character is a badass. They're about to do something badass. Figure out what you're going to say and then make it sound badass."

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"Would you be wearing anything underneath it?" Nathan wondered, raising an eyebrow. "There's no doubt that I would be looking if you weren't but I think the nude beaches mostly exist in Europe and not in America where everything has to be politically correct and covered like we're all fucking Amish."

"Oh, I'd be wearing my bikini," Kate shared. "Which means there would still be plenty to look at, but I think the whole nothing underneath scenario is kinda meant for more intimate settings."

She wasn't that needy for attention, thanks.

Nathan bit down on his dig at her personal life because, well, he didn't want to fight today. He had enough on his mind already. He tilted his head and rubbed his chin a little dramatically.

"What if your bikini's ugly?" he wondered thoughtfully. "Maybe some people would be telling you to button that shirt of mine up."

Kate's face betrayed she thought that was just plain ridiculous. "My bikini's not ugly, you've seen it." Thank you, random Fandom warm weather. "And come on, I bet these hypothetical people would just be jealous."

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"And when I did see, I don't think I passed judgment either way," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "Perhaps I didn't want to puke all over your feet because it was just so gag worthy. I think you need a better one. Go with a thong."

"No." That sounded pretty definite. "Thongs are desperate."

Which didn't mean she didn't own some, just not as a part of a bathing suit.

Nathan laughed because he didn't necessarily disagree. "Plus, I'd just start making jokes about your ass eating your bathing suit and wondering how it was digested and if your puke it up since it's going the wrong way."

Classy as always.

"... Eww. That was disgusting, Nathan." In case he didn't know. There was a hint of a snicker to her words, though. "See, so it's best for everyone if I show a little more class than wearing a thong."

"Probably for the best," he said and shrugged. "I guess that means I can shove my shirt back into my closet only to re-emerge should there be another dance that needs my smooth styling and slick attention."

"And since the dances are about the only predictable thing about this school, there will be more," Kate replied with a light nod and a slight upturn of one of the corners of her mouth. "And if I get the random urge to wear a dress shirt with my bikini, I'm sure I'll find someone else who'll oblige."

"Who the fuck is gonna bring a dress shirt on a trip to a tropical location?" Nathan had to wondered. "Isn't the point of a vacation to drink until you puke and have meaningless, random sex with the natives?"

"Fancy waiters," Kate said immediately. "I'm sure there are fancy restaurants with well-dressed waiters in them."

And didn't harassing fancy waiters for their shirts sound like a wonderful holiday activity? She assumed it would be drunk and/or hilarious.

"And you're planning on attending many formal dinners at fancy restaurants on your vacation in Hawaii?" Nathan asked. He wasn't planning that shit.

"I'm not planning anything," Kate pointed out because this was all mere speculation. "But if I was, I'm pretty sure it would be to stalk waiters, not to actually go to dinner."

"I had no idea you were such a fan of stalking people," Nathan said, raising an eyebrow. "Tell me, do you own the big ass camera? The black clothes complete with black knit cap? The requisite secret room filled with creepy surveillance photos?"

"No," Kate said, making a face. "I own a pretty sweet spy outfit, but that's really it. I'm not creepy."

"You are creepy but it's a good creepy," he complimented, nodding. "...why do you own a spy outfit?"

"Oh, I was applying for a job that seemed like a spy gig so I put it together," she replied idly before frowning at him. "Wait, what, how am I creepy?"

He hadn't even seen her cut dummy throats!

Nathan shrugged a shoulder. Did she really expect specifics? If he wanted to call her creepy, he was gonna call her creepy.

"You've just got the vibe," he said and wiggled his fingers at her. "The creepy vibe."

"I do not," Kate said, almost certain she didn't, despite how much time she'd spent with people who definitely were a bit creepy. That couldn't rub off on her, could it? "I'm totally wholesome."

That was probably taking it too far.

Yeah, Nathan wasn't even gonna respond to that one. He just lifted an eyebrow, looking completely amused at her thinking she was wholesome.

"I... could be," she amended under that look. "Whatever. I'm not creepy."

"Yeah, if you're wholesome, I'm fucking angelic," he said and rolled his eyes. "Try again, Kate. Don't pretend to be something you're not. It's a lot less fun."

"Says you," Kate muttered, pushing an errant strand of hair back behind her ear. then she brushed that whole thing aside. "So, did you have big plans for the holiday, apart from not being neither wholesome nor creepy?"

And he hadn't even meant to allude to her shitty (to him) relationship.

Nathan shrugged. "Drink a lot, I guess. Maybe catch some fun but I'm Irish so I'll probably end up a fucking tomato if I stay out there too long. Check out the local scenery. Take in art museum. Bother Caroline since I'm sure she'll absolutely miss me."

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