Hello Mr. Preston

[honest_preston]

When you're a busy young man with your nose in administrative duties, you have a tendency to zero in on you work. Not on where you may be going. Which is why a serious-looking, tall young man in glasses walks in looking at his notepad and nothing else. He doesn't notice that he hasn't stepped into the Universal Studio headquarters in New York, not

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[reapsandcons]

Does he know he has a sort of aura of Hollywood?

And doesn't he have any idea that the slightly clumsy-and-geekish ones with high-up connections are the ones (eternally) young actresses like to stick their claws into?

"Are you hurt?" asks Daisy.

[honest_preston]

For two threads, Preston has thought that the window was speaking to him. No more. He recognizes that voice.

"...Daisy Adair?"

Which goes to say that he's looking at her, too.

[reapsandcons]

Daisy's eyes light up.

"The one and only, darling! Normally I'd offer my hand and an introduction, but evidently there's no need. Have we met?"

[honest_preston]

"No. I--I work for Universal Studios." He shoots out his hand. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss Adair!"

[reapsandcons]

Daisy very happily shakes. "Well, thank you, dear. I'm always glad to meet the public -- and, apparently, the not-totally-public. Are you a friend of Clark's?"

Running, of course, on the assumption that Daisy hasn't died yet for this man.

As otherwise that'd just be weird.

[honest_preston]

"Afraid not."

[reapsandcons]

"A pity. He's a very darling ma, Mr Gable. So is Archie, though --" Nevertheless, Daisy's still grinning.

"Join me for a drink? I never did catch your name."

[honest_preston]

"Henry Preston. Just call me Preston."

[reapsandcons]

"Preston it is, then." She offers her arm. "Bar's this way, dear."

[honest_preston]

Preston is being offered a drink by a real live actress! COOL!

He links his arm with hers and follows her to the bar.

[reapsandcons]

Live is possibly an overstatement.

Daisy happens to think it best this is not elaborated on.

"What's your poison? You know what I'd like, love."

Bar produces Daisy's usual strawberry milkshake.

[honest_preston]

A milkshake! "I'll have a vanilla milkshake, please. I work with...I work with Carl Denham."

[reapsandcons]

"Carl Denham."

Daisy twirls her hair around her finger, thinking.

"Yes, it's a familiar name, in there somewhere. I recall it -- Bar, get Mr Preston his drink on my tab?"

This request, too, is obliged.

[honest_preston]

"He usually does bad safari epics."

[reapsandcons]

"Not my cinematic scene, unfortunately."

[honest_preston]

"Carl is rarely in anyone's cimenatic scene."