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Fill: It is Time (aka 2025 futurefic) - 8a/?

[anonymous]

Authoranon loves you all more than cake and wishes she could shower you with porn for cheering her up. Alas. She hopes the promise of imminent* porn will suffice for now.

*For some value of imminent... Also, authoranon will one day stop referring to herself in third person. She blames Facebook for getting her into the habit.

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Nick’s head was reeling as he pushed through the crowds towards the exit. He was completely blindsided by the whole encounter, and so lost in his own thoughts that he managed to plough straight into Harry, apologise, and step around him, all without noticing.

“Don’t even recognise your own agent, huh?” Harry guffawed, slapping Nick unnecessarily hard on the shoulder.

Nick stood there dumbly for a moment, taking a while to reorient himself. He was in New York, a soon-to-be-retired talk show host and would-be actor, not a politician in Westminster. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Didn’t see you there.”

“I want you to meet my good friend,” Harry gestured to the man stood beside him, “Sean Kurowski.”

Nick put on his best greeting-people smile and shook hands. Sean Kurowski was a little shorter than him, very skinny, and wearing black jeans and a plain black poloneck sweater that somehow managed to look ludicrously expensive. He had a thin, pinched face with a dark moustache and slicked-back hair, his glasses were thick-rimmed and he had dark, beady eyes that darted around and avoided Nick’s gaze.

“Pleased to meet you,” said Nick politely.

Sean said nothing, so Harry continued, “Sean’s a director, just called me this morning to say he needs someone for this Off-Broadway thing - great part, perfect for you. Whaddaya reckon, Seanie?”

Sean’s nose wrinkled in distaste at the nickname, and he cast a long glance up and down Nick’s body. Nick felt horribly self-conscious, but resisted the urge to fidget under the scrutiny.

“He looks older than he appears on the television,” Sean remarked.

“Bit of makeup’ll fix that,” said Harry with a dismissive wave. Nick shot him an indignant glare.

“Perhaps.’ Sean pursed his lips. “You will audition for me on Wednesday.”

“Um…” Nick raked a hand through his hair. “What’s the play?”

“The audition piece will be sent to you. I will make arrangements with Harry here.”

There was definite dismissal in his tone. Nick, feeling like some sort of show animal, raised his eyebrows in Harry’s direction, but Harry just grinned at him. “I’ll email the deets. G’night!”

“Right.” Nick frowned at them both. “Good night.”