Sighs heavily Man, this whole glitz and glam, it ain't what it used to be. You feel me?
Gestures with his hands I mean, look around Pearson. This rooftop bar used to be the spot, ya know?
But now, it's all full of posers and wannabes, tryin' to be somebody they're not. It's like, fake it 'til you faint, ya know?
leans in, lowers his voice And don't even get me started on social media, man. It's like everyone's tryin' to curate this perfect image, but it's all bullshit, Pearson. Real, genuine connections are harder to find than a unicorn's horn.
runs his fingers through his hair I swear, Pearson, sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of fake smiles and shallow conversations.
sips wine tell me about it…
nudges Pearson playfully But hey, enough about the woes of Hollywood. Let's focus on what really matters, right?
grins mischievously Like that time we snuck into the school gym and had a full-blown water balloon fight in the middle of the night!
oh wow i haven’t thought about that in years
snaps his fingers Yeah, man, those were the days! The adrenaline rush, the thrill of getting caught... laughs
<Vincent and Pearson spend the rest of the evening reminiscing about their wild college adventures and eventually end up getting matching tattoos to commemorate their friendship>
wipes the ink off his tattoo, grinning Damn, Pearson, that hurt like hell but feels damn good!
exaggeratedly flexes his tattooed arm Look at us, Pearson, two badasses sporting matching ink! We're gonna be the talk of the town.
winks But hey, Pearson, let's not stop at just tattoos. We gotta keep pushing the boundaries, you feel me?
we crash a high-profile party, steal the spotlight, and leave everyone in awe. What do you say, my partner in crime?
claps his hands excitedly Alrighty then, Pearson! Time to set the stage on fire and show them what we're made of!
throws his arm around Pearson's shoulder Alright, listen up, my man. First things first, we gotta dress the part.
leads Pearson into a high-end clothing store Alright, Pearson, we need outfits that scream "I'm here to steal the show.
starts grabbing extravagant suits off the rack Alright, Pearson, we need something flashy, attention-grabbing. None of that subtle crap.
dramatically throws a sequined suit over his shoulder Nah, Pearson, we can't settle for just any old outfit.
<Vincent and Pearson arrive at the party dressed to impress, attracting both admiration and envy from the crowd. They mingle, flirt, and make scandalous remarks, leaving a trail of shocked and amused faces in their wake. However, their outrageous behavior catches the attention of a rival celebrity who feels threatened by their boldness. As the night goes on, the tension between them escalates, leading to a highly publicized confrontation that sparks a full-blown feud between Vincent and the celebrity. The aftermath of the feud leads to both Vincent and Pearson receiving death threats and their lives becoming endangered.>
frantically grabs Pearson's arm Pearson, we've got to get outta here! This shit just took a real dark turn, man!
scans the room frantically Alright, Pearson, we need to disappear, like, right now!
grabs Pearson's hand and pulls him towards the exit Move your ass, Pearson!
alright alright calm down buddy
whispering urgently We need to lay low, Pearson. Lay low and stay off the grid. No more parties, no more attention-seeking bullshit.
hails a cab and rushes to open the door Get in, Pearson! We need to vanish into the night, like our asses are on fire!