Joey Teaching An Acting Class

devieiras​:​

More than a few minutes had passed that there was only silence between the two; nothing but the ticking of the clock and the tapping of her fingers against her clipboard bouncing off of the walls of her office. Leo had been one of her most stubborn clients by far, and he was even more so without his wife to give him a little nudge in their sessions. She was at a loss of how to get through to him. “Mr. Davis, I’m sure you’re aware that therapy only works when you actually engage in discussion. It’s not worth either of our time to simply sit and stare at one another.” 

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Smug. Completely smug is how anyone could describe Leo in this very moment. Not to mention stubborn and withholding, but he focused on feeling a sense of pride of wasting her time. He, however, was not wasting his time but earning it. the longer he kept her at bay extended his time with his wife. he believed that the woman in front of him wasn’t helping, but making everything worse. anything he said this room was being analyzed. and, hell, not to mention the things his wife would bring up. leo wanted to keep giving her nothing. 

“I’ve got nothing I’d like to discuss with you.” Leo said looking dead into her eyes. There was no hatred in his expression though his words didn’t come from anywhere kind. He looked away from her and relaxed further in his seat. soon he began stroking his beard with his thumb. 

blakemadden​:

“Okay…” Blake murmured under her breath because she knew what his questions were referring to, not to mention his tone which was full of shock, to put it nicely. Her hand remained on her stomach as he looked down at it, glancing around the train carriage but no one was listening to them. The members of New York were all entirely in the own world, thank god because this was embarrassing enough just between herself and Leo, the baker didn’t really want anyone else to be viewing it. The issue was the train was hurtling through a tunnel meaning she had no way of getting off, and even if she could it was unlikely Blake could move fast enough to stop Leo from being able to easily catch up with her in a second. “Oh I’m just going uptown to see a friend.” Pretending his why was a question about why she was on the metro…which they both knew it wasn’t. “So…yeah…just…heading there.” She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to work out how to play this one.

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Leo had no care for their surroundings his mind wrapped around all the possibilities and she wasn’t speaking or giving him answers. Why is she the one surprised? When her reply was straight bullshit and nonsense, he was done playing this game. “Don’t-don’t that, don’t play dumb right now, Blake-- don’t do this to me.” Leo spat out through gritted teeth. His adam’s apple visibly tightening in his throat. His mood immediately lunged into anger. How could she play at a time like this? His life as he knew it was on the line. He spared a thought for his wife which caused his hand to grip around her bicep, holding her close and firmly with his fingers overlapping. “What is that? And is it mine?!” His voice not only rising in volume but in vemon. It was like a fuse had been lit and he was ready to set off even more.

giselesilvas​:

Gisele was bad at dates. Not at being at dates, she often excelled at being the part of herself the other person wanted her to be, the perks of being a textbook gemini, but what she was very bad at was sticking with them. She more often than not got bored, and if it wasn’t a dinner and off you go kind of deal, she’d mostly try to find a way to bail. Mattias was a wonderful guy, she’d enjoyed their little flirting moments, the comings and goings in his restaurant, he was really fantastic company to keep. But in a place where he apparently knew everyone and she knew nobody, it felt like walking into a pit of bears with a honey pot. Grabbing a hold of Matti’s bicep, she whispered in his ear “I’ll go walk around, be back in a while”. He graciously smiled back and off she went. 

The Brazilian walked around the room, saying hi to a few friends, grabbing one too many glasses of champagne and flirting her way around the room. She was beautiful, and the red dress she was wearing cut her chest open in the most perfect manner, so it was no wonder how she was drawing the eyes of some men and women. After parading herself for a bit, her eyes found her date again. He was still conversing, with a new person now, and Gisele sighed. Fuck that, I’m going to the bathroom, maybe there’s someone there.

The ball room bathroom had the size of most New Yorker’s apartments. She chatted with a few friends, drank the last of her gin tonic and just as her friends were leaving the bathroom, Gi got the need to pee “I’ll meet you outside in a bit” She waved them off as she went into a stall. Sitting down, she heard the bathroom go quiet, and she went into her phone, scrolling aimlessly on Instagram as she peed. All of a sudden, she heard a door lock. Fuck. What the hell? She listened out for the person. They weren’t… Those weren’t heels. Every woman here was wearing heels, nobody would be caught dead with flat shoes in a ball. It had to be a man. And then she heard the lighter, and her smirk pulled up one side of her face, the smoke coming from the stall next to her cementing her suspicions. Getting ready to catch the bastard by surprise, Gisele flushed and once the noise was done, she opened the door and looked around “You know, you really should’ve gone to the stall closer to the extractor fan, you’re gonna smoke to room out, buddy”

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Shit. Shit. Shit! Leo thought when he heard the whirlpool of a flushed toilet. He wasn’t as alone as he wished. He should checked the stalls, but of course was too sure of his instincts.  He had half a mind, already moving too slow from his first couple of hits crossed with the tingly buzz of champagne. He looked at the lit joint wondering if he should ash it and try to play it off. But the resounding clicks of heels were quickly coming his way. He was caught red handed, frozen into a straighten posture as she caught him in feeble attempt to hide the joint that was so obviously throwing wisps of sticky sweet smoke in the air. “I-,” he stuttered in response. He came to realization that he wasn’t being scolded for getting high, but because he wasn’t being smart about. This made him truly take in her appearance. She was dressed in a hotter tone of red than he. Bright and eye catching, especially her chest. His wits suddenly came back to him. “It’s comfortable here.” He started with a complaint. “But since you’re an expert,” Leo said, standing up from the couch, fingers still pinched around the joint. “Where do you want me?” He asked, with the rise of his brows. The double entendre of his words wasn’t lost to him at all. His eye contact on her brown eyes unwavering since the second he met them. “And do you want some?” He offered. Might as well. He couldn’t be the only blamed if they both smelt like it.

Top ten student pet peeves you have?

"Top ten?" He sucked in a breath. "I don't believe I have ten but let's see... one, when they're late. two, when they're not off book. three, when they're not in the right mindset to act. which leads to four, they're not confident in their choices. five, when they're afraid to ask for help. six, when they come to lessons after eating, I hate that. seven, when their ego is in the room for all the wrong reasons. eight, when they're afraid to improv. nine, when they don't practice, that shit's noticeable. and ten, when they cry."

krosxn​:

Katz just followed him to make sure he didn’t break anything in the process of…whatever it was he was doing. “Is it? Because as far as I’m aware, whatever this is, is not it. Not if you want to actually do something.” He grabbed his arm to help steady him, leading him towards the couch so he could sit down. “If you piss yourself on my couch, it’s about 1500 to replace and I will hand deliver you to your wife.”

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“This, this, this...” he repeated in the same kind of negative tone that he thought he heard in Katz’s voice. Leo grunted as his legs gave out from underneath him, landing on the couch askew. “Geez, Katz, cranky much?” he questioned as Katz threatened him, but further sunk himself deeper into the couch. “I’ll hand deliver you to your wife,” Leo repeated to himself, openly mocking Katz, “I’ll hand deliver you a knuckle sandwich, how about that?” he asked rhetorically with a shit eating grin on his face, still managing to diss out his sass in his inebriated state. If only he could see outside of himself just right Katz was.

blakemadden​:

Blake settled the baby next to her father on the blanket, knowing Leo would want to spend some time with his daughter. For all the man’s downfalls there was one thing she was sure of and that was that he was a very dedicated father. He loved Mira just as much as she did, and for that the woman was beyond grateful. The little girl was always safe with him. “She likes that umbrella, look at how wide her little eyes are.” The brunette grinned as she joined the two of them, turning onto her side as well so she could look at both Leo and Mira, this was turning in a weirdly surreal but perfect day at the beach if you asked her. “Please don’t call her spawn, it makes me think of like…tadpoles or something. It’s so strange.” She giggled, rolling onto her back as she covered her face with both hands, shaking her head. Made sense that the man would want to go to some of the less tame parts of Pride too, it was Blake’s personal choice not to and she knew that. “Oooh that sounds dangerous. Uncle Xav and daddy together at the same party? We should stay away from there baby girl because it’s going to get crazy…” she stage whispered in her own sing song voice, knowing full well the man would be able to hear it as she grinned.

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Leo laughed, hanging his head back for a second before relaxing it back on his hand. “Tadpoles,” he repeated with a little scoff, shaking his head. He had forgotten how silly Blake could be. The new mother had been so stressed and at often anxious. It was good to see her in the sun and bringing up tadpoles. The slyest grin grew upon Leo’s lips as Blake told Mira what his plans were. Leo was now a father, but he wasn’t going to let that change his ways entirely. Just like his marriage was unable to cage him. But laying on a beach and hiding from the rays with his daughter and her mother was tamer than he’d ever been at Pride. He had been a regular ally to the event even since before meeting Xavier. His best friend just opened the door to the even wilder side. “Buckwild is the threshold for this year’s Pride. Are you and my spawn going to be out here all day?” Leo asked, smiling as he held back a laugh. He was clearly amused with himself and his new word for his little girl. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he rephrased his question out of feeling some guilt. “Okay, okay, are you and Mira going to be out here all day? Cause if so, I could get you food before I grab Xav later.” 

averydawson​:

Avery climbed out of her hot shower and changed into something more cozy before she made herself comfortable on her couch with a cup of wine. Grabbing her laptop, she continuing working on the photos she started before her shower. Lifting the glass to her sip, she froze in place when she heard her name being sung outside her apartment. Terribly. Setting her laptop and wine on the table, she got up and walked over to her door. Opening it, she found a very drunk Leo on the ground singing. The more he sang, the more she knew there was going to be complaints from her neighbors. “Okay time to go inside.” She pulled him up, guides him inside and sat him down on the couch. She hurries to grab a cup of water then returns. “What is going on?” She asked curious as to why he was so drunk and showed up at her place, placing the water in his hand to drink. “Drink up.”

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Leo would never singing while drunk. He never did. Though there was one instance with some modern Hugh Hefner at the drive bar on the ninth. But that's another story.  Suddenly in the middle of his performance, he saw the inside of Avery’s apartment; though it was upset down. He grumbled since his loud singing no longer tickling his fuzzy mind. “Avery!” He exclaimed as she pulled him upright, barely recognizing her presence. He smiled following her with remissed moment. He fell carelessly onto the couch but he practically melted into the cushions. “Nothing much.” He responded with a burp just as she left him. Leo takes the glass and drinks it, expecting the clear liquid to be vodka. He made a face after his sip of water. “Gross,” He breathed when he realized it was water.

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Leo was relaxed to say the least. His diluted drink was half way finished, the sweet spot for him as he could finish the next half in one go. He was enjoying Oliver’s rare company. Even if the mentions of Oliver’s successes fanned the flames of his own jealousy. It was still good to catch up when they could. There had been a comfortable lull in their conversation, and most of that was drawn by Leo’s absent gaze. 

Leo didn’t know what suddenly came over him. Was it the lounge music playing? The dimmed lighting? Or the percentage amount of alcohol that was in his slender frame? He squirmed in his seat as his thoughts began to race with his heart beat.

Say it, say it, say it. Say it to someone other than your favorite bartender, you coward! “I’m in couples’ therapy.” He blurred out, the recognition that he said it hit him like a rubber band, snapping him into reality. He even looked surprised as he looked at Oliver. Leo regretted impulsively opening that door, kicking it down was more like it. “We’re— we’re in couples’ therapy.” He corrected and adjusted the collar of his maroon dress shirt. 

renfarber​:

She’d thought she’d be prepared for this. She’d thought that enough time had passed (what was it, almost a decade now?), and that she’d moved on, and she was over what had happened… but she wasn’t. She was smiling, looking at him now, because he looked so much like the boy she’d loved. She was smiling, but her heart had sunk, and her brain was so focused on his face that it forgot to remind her to breathe.

“No,” she said - too loudly for the quiet, echoing theatre, “no, please don’t go. It’s a good movie… I’ve heard. I haven’t seen it, but… that’s kind of the appeal.” Of course, she didn’t need to explain that to Leo. Anyone else on Earth, maybe, but this familiar-but-distant man, standing in shock ten feet from her, giving her almost the same expression he had the last time she’d seen him… he already knew. He knew her love of new things, new experiences, new places, new people. He’d loved that about her once. And it had hurt him in the end.

When she finally remembered how to move, she made her way toward him. Slowly, gingerly, like he were a wild animal or a broken bird, and might either attack or flee if she moved too suddenly. She would deserve both, she knew, even if it had been ten years. But selfishly, she just wanted to see him.

The lights went down, and the projector came on, and they were still standing, staring, closer now but still unsure of each other. “Will you stay?” Ren whispered.

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Her loud protest to him leaving echoed tremendously. It stopped him in his slow attempt to leave. And quite honestly it warmed him up a bit. It was a good surprise to know that she wanted him to stay and enjoy the film. He hadn’t seen it either, but he couldn’t find himself to speak up as he was grew overwhelmed and overstimulated by everything. He was at a crossroads of what to do. He knew had this meeting been less than the decade that passed he’d already be out the door. Hell, maybe even popcorn in her hair.

Leo’s feet stepped back once she began her approach towards him. He had only stopped when he remembered his drink on the ground. He was stuck between making a mess or allowing her closer. He went with the latter. It did offer him a chance to look at her better. Her hair was in braids, he’d never seen it styled like that before. He also noticed her tattoo collection had grown. When his own collection had diminished.

But it was different now. He was different. He had love coming at him from multiple hearts. Love that he had desperately wanted from just one heart, years ago. Hers. Did he still feel that way now? With his heart strings being pull down by someone on his phone and with broken vows he pretended to keep with his wife? The lights turning down and glow of the hazy film lit the room. It shown upon her face in such a familiar way. He would usually stare at her in this light to watch her reaction when they shared this pastime. He blinked and answered her wordlessly, by sitting back down in his seat. His eyes never moved off of her. He just kept looking at her with an air of anticipation. It took him a bit too long to let it go and turn his head to the screen. He began to become too aware of his own breathing as he felt the side of body she was at heat up. He parted his lips to say something but quickly closed it to focus on the film. But just a moment later, he did once again.