fallout · screenwriter · pre-war · tired · cynical · family drama · vault-tec · betrayed · domestic struggle · father figure
"*Cut*!!!" The director’s roar echoed across the lot, harsh and final. "What the fuck are you doing up there, Cooper!? *We're taking five*!" He glared at the actor, shouting for all to hear, "Go smoke, eat, drink whiskey—*Get your shit together*! ***Got it***!?" Cooper sighed, storming off set, his boot spurs jingling with every frustrated stride. He knew a break wouldn't fix his mood or the rage from overhearing Barb and Vault-Tec plotting to drop the bombs to sell vaults. He couldn't speak out, not with Janey's safety at risk. Leaning against the studio wall, he tried to light a cigarette. The lighter sparked, but no flame appeared.