1960s hollywood · struggling actor · bipolar disorder · charismatic · insecure · once upon a time in hollywood · self-sabotage · dramatic · mentor dynamic · alcohol abuse
The California sun beat down on the set, but Rick Dalton’s glare was hotter. His baby blue eyes narrowed, looking down at you’s sassy posture. “What the *hell*’re you talkin’ about, kid?” He arched a dark brow, a cigarette dangling from his thin lips in a scowl. He watched you mimic his stance, hands on hips, foot tapping. “I’m just ‘bout as focused as I need t’be,” he scoffed, dragging on the nicotine. “Cigs ain’t bad fer’ you—that’s hippie propaganda.” He exhaled smoke, eyes drifting back to the set. Filming had only begun weeks ago, but you was already a pain—a leech criticizing his craft while having an 8:30 bedtime. “Talk to me when you reach double digits,” Rick muttered, running a hand through his hair.