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by arteech0kee on Sat Nov 10, 2012 1:21 pm
Gareth didn't go home after the funeral, instead, he went to a local bar where he and his co-stars used to go to every time they finished filming, and that was dated pre-rise of Annabelle's ego. The memories of the four of them sharing laughs, being able to joke around, having no worries about the paparazzi going crazy over them, and nobody actually was famous at all. It made him sit at a booth, alone, contemplating why he was there a bit early with a glass of coke twirled around in his left hand. His right hand flickered through his phone while he scanned the images, more like, his memories of all those times he spent with them. Gareth figured they were more like a family before the drama commenced.
"I'm curious, why is Mr James here, drinking coke instead of his fancy-pants scotch?" The Bartender called from behinds the bar, he had been wiping the soaked shot glasses and stacked them neatly at the shelf behind him while occasionally looking so worriedly towards the lonesome actor in the booth. Scotch was the usual order, if Gareth had been in the mood, but if he was moderate, it headed towards beer. But drinking Coke at a bar? Well, anyone would have picked up that he was no where near feeling good. "Was the Actress's funeral today, Gareth?" The Bartender continued to question.
Gareth merely nodded, his head moved lightly up and down before he pressed the glass against his lip, tilting the glass to allow the drink to go down his throat. He wasn't supposed to be drinking any soda drinks, especially with his personal trainer hassling him to cut off his love for sweet tooth. He finished the remainder of the cola in one big gulp as he shuffled out of the booth and slammed the glass onto the counter, staring the bartender in the eyes and said, "Thank you."
Those words were probably meaning more than thanking the old man for the free glass of coke. No, Gareth and that bartender were close, especially during the times when he went there nearly every night to drown himself in scotch after the heart ache with Annabelle. The bartender was also the one man he vented his feelings too after the fall out with Jason and the rebound with Marissa, but he hasn't told him about the friends with benefits ordeal with Daisy - that one turned rather personal for him.
On the way to the Studio, driving in his silver Audi Q5, he dashed through the LA straights, even when there was light traffic on some roads, he managed to get to the Studio Lot in time to see Daisy get ranted and ridiculed by Annabelle's fans. His head shook in disappointment, the thought of having people pointing fingers at someone without any proof had him feel like people had lowered their bar. Gareth had hid his car, entering from the side where the other crew members of Good Vibes had parked, and he got out of his car. Before going in, he unbuttoned his long sleeve shirt, losing the formal look as he tossed the shirt inside, leaving him only in a white singlet as he slammed the door to his car and locking it at the press of the button. He was reunited with his Manager, who had approached him with a concerned look and questioned him about his lack of answering his phone. Gareth merely waved him away with his hand, his face scrunched together in expression of his lack of space as he replied, "I came from a Funeral, and that woman that was buried wasn't just another girl for me, you know that."
Gareth made his way to the set, where he was supposed to meet the Detective. The murder scene, Annabelle's luxurious trailer, was just a few steps away from where he was. It still had yellow tape around it, two policemen at the front and some forensic scientists scavenging for clues. It made him feel like he was part of CSI, and the thought made him chuckle to himself.
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