"Did they ask you to come back?"
Ix shifted her tablet PC to a more comfy position, moving her phone from one ear to the other and wincing as she accidentally stabbed herself in the earlobe again. One would think the craze of making the damn things smaller every year would have stopped by
now. "Yeah, just for a couple cameos, it sounds like. Most of the other actors aren't around anymore..." She continued sketching as her phonemate chuckled.
"I bet I know who
will be there."
Ix ignored her friend and continued sketching. "...I'll have to squeeze it into my schedule between my other projects, too..."
"A certain
someone we all know.."
"...I mean, I'm already missing The Amazing Meeting 17 for a vaccine drive charity..."
"A certain sexy someone you made it into the tabloids with..."
"...I don't really want to miss Anthrocon again, too."
"Well Christ, ix, don't sound so excited about it."
ix blinked. "...About what? Missing Anthrocon or tabloids?"
"NEITHER. You've still got the hots for him, don't you?"
"...Uncle Kage?"
"YOUR CO-STAR you dipshit."
"What? Him? No way! Dude's almost fifty!"
"And still smokin' hot."
"And still fifty, Kira. Well, fine, forty-seven." Ix took a moment during her friend's long-suffering sigh to chug the last of the udon and pour another glass of champagne, which she promptly wrinkled her nose at. "Bleh."
"Fuck, ix, he's not THAT bad."
Ix exchanged the glass for her stylus again. "Oh, no, sorry, I just drank some lousy champagne."
"Don't you hate champagne?"
"That would be why it was lousy."
"Then why the hell are you drinking it?"
"I just um... I just felt like celebrating a bit... is all." An awkward elbow sent the champagne glass toppling onto a pile of press photos and fabric scraps at ix's feet. "
Fuck."
Kira didn't seem to notice the hissed expletive. "Kamen Rider is a pretty good thing to celebrate," she agreed. "How'd you weasel your way into that, again?"
Ix scoffed. "I'm an eccentric Oscar-winning millionaire celebrity!" A bottle of vanilla vodka replaced the champagne and ix waved it around enthusiastically. "As long I make a box-office hit every now and then, I get to do whatever the hell I want!" The bottle was promptly taken away. Ix made a face and scooped up the shiny gold statue sitting on the coffee table. "Silly Oscar."
"Speaking of eccentric," Kira mused pointedly, "you aren't secretly selling arts and crafts on Etsy again, are you?"
Ix put her PC away self-consciously. "...No."
"Uh-
huh."
"Honest." Her glass was retrieved and refilled. "Oh, thanks."
"For what?"
"Huh?"
"...What?"
"...Nothing?"
Kira's voice suddenly grew suspicious. "Is there someone else there?"
"No."
"Is he THERE?!"
"NO!"
"I KNEW IT!"
"WELP look at the time big day tomorrow still jet-lagged got a big photoshoot some superhero lingerie thing I think well I've drunk too much show must go on and all that jazz gotta go see ya BYE!"
"CALL ME BACK YOU NERDFACE-" *
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Ix put the phone down and picked up her Oscar, took his half-knitted sweater off and plunked it over the vodka bottle. "There." She pondered the project carefully for a moment before glaring sideways at the man beside her. "Stop grinning at me like that."
The man chortled and put his hands up defensively. "Did I say anything? I didn't say anything! Now here...." he reached past ix's angry-samurai face and moved the sweater back to her impromptu gold mannequin. "You'll get bad feedback if your crafts have booze all over them."
"Yeah, well." She cuffed him on the shoulder playfully. He kicked her shin.
"Sounds like you were found out," he remarked, motioning to the phone with his glass.
"Oh, that? Well... sort of," ix said. "She did figure out you were visiting."
He laughed. "Yeah, 'visiting', right." The two grinned at each other over their drinks in a shared moment of silent mirth. "So when are you going to tell her I've been living here for three months?"
"I dunno," ix murmurred slyly. "When are you gonna tell your mother we've been married for two?"
Fin