"I can't believe Ren's thinking about firing me!" Jada wailed into her margarita glass.

"He wouldn't dare," Mikayla insisted, flames in her eyes.

The two of them were sitting in a local bar, The Drunken Skunk. After they'd left set, Jada had moped around at home. Eventually, Mikayla was able to drag her out of the house. The Drunken Skunk may not have had the prettiest name, but the crowd wasn't as rowdy as people might think. Plus, the margaritas were always bangin'. They'd brought along their other bestie and next-door neighbor, Alia.

Alia and Jada had met through work. Back when Jada had been a supporting actress on a fantasy show—vampires and werewolves galore!—Alia had been one of the staff writers. The show was also how Jada met Daniel—but she didn't want to think about that. The good thing that came out of the show was that she and Alia bonded. Alia became a close friend and helped Jada and Mikayla find the apartment they were currently in—right across from Alia.

"It's going to be okay. I highly doubt he's going to get rid of you this late in the game. Didn't you say you have like two weeks of shooting left?" Alia said.

As always, she was the reasonable one. Sophisticated and perpetually put together, Alia rarely succumbed to the depths of negative emotions like normal people did. From the outside, she was poised and perfect, easily gracing the 30 under 30 list of Hollywood's up and coming stars. However, Mikayla denied Alia's perfectionism, saying she could be overly strict and needed to "lighten up sometimes." Regardless, they'd formed a comfortable triad of friendship.  

Jada nodded to Alia's question, then took a giant sip of her drink. Alia patted her on the back with indulgent affection.

"You're a good actress, Jada. Even if he did get rid of you, you would be able to find another job. I'm sure of it."

"Hear, hear!" Mikayla added, raising her mug of beer.

"None of this was my fault in the first place," Jada grumbled as she played with her straw. "I didn't force Tristan to have sex with a young and impressionable PA. He brought that on himself, but I'm paying the price. He thinks he can yell at me for his indiscretions."

"Yeah, I'm shocked. I can't believe Tristan did that," Mikayla said.

"That's interesting, coming from you. Since you were hiding in the CLOSET, watching the whole time!" Jada snapped.

"Hey! I heard Ren coming and I had to dodge. You know he hates me. But still, I thought Tristan was a good guy and it'd all work out."

"Well, he's not." Jada nearly snarled. "He's a self-absorbed, hot-headed lothario!"

Like the good friends they were, Mikayla and Alia allowed Jada to rant on for another hour and two strawberry margaritas later. However, at this point, Alia let out a yawn.

"I'm sorry, guys, but I'm starting to crash. I'd love to stay and keep cursing the day Tristan Maxwell was born, but I have an early start tomorrow. Forgive me?"

Jada and Mikayla pardoned their friend but weren't quite ready to leave. When Alia was out the door, Mikayla turned to Jada with a devious smile.

"What?" Jada squinted at her cousin. Mikayla had her "I'm plotting something diabolical" face on.

"I would have brought this up earlier, but you were too devastated. Plus, Alia was here and she wouldn't approve. But now I think you're ready." Mikayla pulled her phone out of her pocket and waved it teasingly in front of Jada.

"What does your iPhone have to do with my shitty day?"

"It MEANS that I got everything on video. Well, up until the point where Ren walked in."

Slowly, Mikayla's scheme dawned on Jada.

"No! You can't show that to anyone!"

"Why not? He deserves some backlash after the way he treated you. Say the word, and this goes up on TMZ in ten seconds."

Jada bit her lip as she began to reconsider. It was unlike her to lash out, to take revenge. But she had a sneaking suspicion that it would feel incredibly good to avenge herself. Why was the idea appealing to her? Maybe it was because she was still pissed. Maybe it was because Tristan's distrust and anger hurt her more than she'd like to admit. Or maybe it was because of those damn margaritas.

Whatever the reason, Jada found herself saying two magically destructive words.

"Do it."

*** Not from a romantic comedy, but I have to agree with Michelle Trachtenberg, a good spy (like Mikayla) never gets caught!

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BANG!

RING!

BANG!

Those were the first sounds Tristan heard as he struggled to wake up. A hellish commotion of someone trying to break his front door down. It was a combination of battering-ram thuds and an intense doorbell assault. As he groggily came to his senses, Tristan wondered who had gotten past the security gate and thought they could pull such a loud B & E on him. It was at times like these Tristan wished he owned a gun. Unfortunately, he did not. The best he could do was open the door and curse out whoever was ballsy enough to do this at 7 AM.

Tristan's anger turned to confusion when he looked through the front door's peephole and saw the culprit. His agent, Doug, stood outside. Whatever his purpose in being here, his attack proved it wasn't a friendly visit. Bracing himself, Tristan opened up but didn't get the chance to invite Doug in. The agent barged past him into the house and promptly started screaming at Tristan.

"What is the matter with you, Tristan? Have you completely lost it? Not that I need to ask, based on what I've seen. What EVERYONE has seen."

"What are you talking about? And could you lower it about ten decibels?" Tristan said.

After his fall out with Angela and Ren's chastising, Tristan was officially done with temper tantrums and arguments. He refused to engage with Doug's bad mood. Deflecting, he went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Doug trailed after him, still steaming.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. The catastrophe you caused on set yesterday."

"God, don't get started on me about that. I've had enough guilt trips to last a lifetime." Tristan began to drink his water, then paused. "Wait. How do you know about that? Did Ren call you?"

"Oh, I talked to Ren, but that's not how I found out."

At Tristan's blank stare, Doug ran his fingers through his thinning hair with exasperation.

"You honestly don't know?"

When Tristan shrugged, Doug started rambling in his pockets for his phone. He muttered to himself the whole time, surlily denouncing arrogant, nitwit movie stars. At last, he found his phone, pressed a few buttons, and held the device dangerously close to Tristan's face.

"I'm talking about THIS, you idiot!"

Before Tristan could say anything else, Doug pressed the play button on a video...and Tristan's worst nightmare became vividly real. There he was on camera yelling at Jada. She appeared like the poor victim as she shrunk away from him while he gesticulated wildly. And of course, the audio had to be crisp and clear. The viewer could hear every mean, nasty word he'd said to the girl.

"Oh god..." Tristan said, falling back into a kitchen chair. His stomach sunk. Watching the incident replay made him realize what a bastard he'd been. Everyone who used the world wide web would probably agree.

"I'm screwed, aren't I?" Tristan tried to say lightly, but he winced when Doug glared at him.

"Very much, I'm afraid." Doug sat down across from him. Now that he'd delivered the bad news, some of his angry mojo had subsided. He rested his head in his hands, winded from his dramatic entrance.

"Why, Tristan? Why did you scream at that poor girl like that?"

"I had my reasons. She's not as innocent as she looks, and—and..." Tristan deflated at his unquestionable defeat. He was the jerk and loser in this situation, no matter how he tried to swing it.

"I messed up. I get it."

"Do you, though? Between Angela and now this! Tristan, you keep this up and you'll be tanking fast with your fans—and with the execs. No one wants to deal with or support a divo."

"Can't I just apologize?"

Doug's responding "are you effing serious?" eyebrow raise proved that no, he could not. Tristan did an ashamed facepalm while trying to come up with a way out of what was sure to be a media debacle. The smear campaign would be epic. No doubt there were a dozen disparaging headlines out there this instant.

"You really didn't think this through," Doug went on. "You have your action film coming out in a few weeks. And if this damn rom-com doesn't go down in flames, you'll have that too. How are we going to market you as a hero if you come off as a bad guy in the press? How are we going to sell to fans that you can be a romantic lead when they see you treating women like this?"

"We could lie," Tristan blurted out. "We could lie and say I was rehearsing a scene. I think if I beg, Jada might—"

"If we made out like this was you rehearsing a scene, I've got to tell you: it looks like you went way off script," Doug said. "Besides, for all we know, Jada could have been the one that sent the video out."

Tristan frowned. He hadn't considered that possibility. Would Jada do something like that? She didn't seem the type. She was sweet and unassuming—or so Tristan had presumed before she'd ratted on him.

"Fine. What's your solution?" Tristan asked.

"We have to find a way for you to redeem yourself. Based on what Angela is bound to say and this incriminating video, you need to find a way to prove that you respect women. That you can be with one and treat her well."

"Are you saying I should pretend to be in a relationship with someone to clean up my image? To masquerade as a happily committed man? I'm sorry, but I don't see how that's going to fix the way things look between me and Jada."

"I know. Which is why I've realized you were on the right track earlier. If we beg with a big, old pretty please, Jada might help us. We just have to sweeten the deal for her somehow."

Tristan's eyes widened as he put the pieces together. The resulting image was horrifying.

"You want Jada to be my lucky, new girlfriend? How the hell are you going to swing that?!"

Doug proceeded to explain exactly how he planned to swing it, his big, master plan, and slowly...Tristan actually started to buy into it. He only hoped Jada would too.

**** You know we had to have a 90s rom com bet for things to come!