“You’re such a bastard, Lex,” the starlet said, baring her teeth.
“Look, don’t think of it as being underpaid for a movie, think of it as being vastly overpaid for maybe an hour’s posturing. Now, do you want in on this or not? We can shove someone else out in front of the camera, you know, but I’d rather it was someone the common folk will recognize.”
“Oh, all right!” Dee Dee grumbled, scribbling her name next to Lex’s on the document. “Now, how about wardrobe? What’s this thing supposed to be about, anyway?”
“We figured the rough scenario would be the wronged woman-only you’re an ex-army type so you’re getting even with a machine gun or something. That will explain all the uniforms and lethal hardware we’ll have hanging around.”
“Not bad,” the actress said judiciously. “With the Lorelei backdrop, we could call it The Long Shot. Say, does that mean I get one of those uniforms like everyone else is wearing?”
That much of the conversation, at least, caught the attention of several of the Legionnaires in the room. Glancing over to check Lex’s reaction, they noted that, to his credit, a quick expression of distaste swept across his features before he caught himself and regained his confident smile.
“And hide those luscious curves of yours in baggy fatigues?” he said smoothly. “Not a chance, love. We want something that will show off everything the public is paying to see. How about that sexy tight outfit you were wearing at rehearsals?”
“You mean my old leotard?” The starlet frowned. “It’s got a couple tears in it and is worn almost through in spots … some rather revealing spots.”