In the living room of the hotel suite, Louise put her hands into the pockets of her cropped pants, leaned in front of the bar, and watched Martin diagonally opposite as he quickly shook the cocktail shaker.

Before Martin came over, he specially changed into a fitted V-neck T-shirt, and his strong figure outlined perfect lines.

Kelly sat on a high stool with her arms folded across her chest. She felt that Martin's bartending movements and gestures were more artistic and beautiful than in the House of Beasts.

Martin took out the chilled wine glass, poured the wine into it, and folded a delicate paper airplane on the rim of the cup as a decoration: "Paper airplane, please taste it."

Louise stared at the orange-red and translucent wine, picked it up and took a sip carefully. It was elegant and delicate, soft and refreshing.

This is a wine she has never tasted before, a brand new cocktail.

This glass of wine alone is worth tonight.

Martin did not ignore Kelly. He mixed a Caipirinha with cachaça as the base liquor and brought it over: "Kelly, this is yours."

"Sweet taste suits me better." Kelly took a sip.

After Louise took her second sip, she thought about it carefully, then suddenly put down the cold wine glass, used a paper towel to clean the water mist on her hands, and stretched out her right hand towards the bar: "Let me formally meet you, Louise Meyer, from

Los Angeles."

This was completely different from Kelly's introduction to the two. Martin also wiped his hands and gently shook her hand: "Martin Davis, a bartender and actor."

"This is a glass of wine that can go down in the history of cocktails." Louise drank the remaining orange liquor in one gulp: "Martin, you are a genius."

Martin said deliberately: "I have tried countless recipes and I'm pretty lucky."

Louise thought thoughtfully: "So, is there any other formula? Is there anything stronger?"

"Strong liquor?" Martin confirmed.

Louise tilted her head and looked at Martin: "Strong drinks are the best."

"It may not be to your taste." Martin changed a new mixing bottle, poured in the sorghum red he brought, added Dongting wine and crushed ice, shook it evenly, poured it into a chilled glass, and then added fresh orange

Film.

He served it to Louise: "Welcome to Atlanta."

"It's called Welcome?" Louise picked up the cup. The wine was mellow, smooth in the mouth, and slightly sweet. She had never drank it before.

She was an old alcoholic, and she could tell that the alcohol content was extremely high. After one sip, her blue eyes instantly brightened, as if water was oozing out: "The taste is a bit strange, but it is still a good glass of wine."

Martin nodded slightly: "Thank you, it has been approved by the first customer."

Louise is very interested in wine: "I am honored to be its first customer." She is addicted to alcohol: "What else?"

Of course, Martin had other things, but he didn't say this: "I've been blending a new wine recently, but I haven't succeeded yet."

After drinking the strong drink, Louise's expression remained unchanged: "We can discuss wine when we have time."

Martin's brain reacted very quickly: "Every time a new cocktail comes out, there are always countless recipes to try. It is difficult for one person to make it. Louise, if you have time, let's try it together."

Louise leaned half of her body on the bar, her undulating body twisted into exaggerated curves, and looked at Martin with interest: "You have a lot of ideas, are you willing to give it up?"

Martin understood: "Not yet successful."

He couldn't ignore Kelly and asked: "Listen to Andrew, "People in the City" will be played tonight?"

Kelly put down her wine glass: "The second cable station is still at that time."

"Drama? Movie? Your company's work?" Louise, an alcoholic, picked up Kelly's wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, and frowned: "This is a drink, not like wine."

Martin brought a bottle of Macallan whiskey with a higher alcohol content and poured it into three new glasses.

Kelly was talking about the movie: "Martin is one of the supporting actors in the late-night movie I invested in." She suddenly remembered the sample film she had seen: "His performance was very exciting."

"Really?" Louise was surprised and asked Martin: "Where did you learn these things? Bartending, performing, and the ability to make people feel comfortable even though they know you are trying to please, cannot be learned by a poor boy from the slums.

”

Martin was not surprised. With his thick skin and not shy, he said frankly: "My father, Jack Davis, is the most versatile man in Atlanta."

Kelly said: "I haven't heard of it."

Louise stopped exploring and instead picked up the wine glass: "I am the master of my life."

Martin and Kelly both picked up their glasses, and the three of them clinked their glasses together and drank the whiskey.

Louise took the bottle and poured the wine proactively: "To this wonderful night."

Before the late-night drama started, the three of them drank a bottle of whiskey.

Martin went to get the wine again.

Kelly swayed and walked this way: "No, you can't drink anymore."

"How can a wonderful night be without good wine?" Louise grabbed Kelly, and the two female drunkards fell on the sofa.

The latter rested his pillow on the former's chest, as soft as if he was trapped in cotton wool, and murmured comfortably: "Where's the remote control? It's about to start."

Martin brought the wine over and poured it again.

Two female drunkards in their early thirties and a 22-year-old male drunkard continued to drink.

Martin lay crookedly on the single sofa and raised his wine glass to Louise: "Whatever the director arranges, I will do."

Louise reached back and took out a pink kettle from the inside of the couch. The mouth of the kettle was placed in Kelly's mouth. Kelly opened her mouth and bit the straw, sucking the water vigorously.

She asked: "I heard that you are the prototype?"

Martin was well prepared: "It's a little exaggerated."

Louise waved: "Come here, come here, it's still early tonight, sit next to me, let's drink slowly."

Martin carried the wine bottle over and just sat down when two different hands stretched out one after another.

There are no special circumstances or messy things, it’s just an audition.

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Early the next morning, when Martin woke up, Kelly Gray was getting ready to go out.

There was nothing wrong with her: "I ordered breakfast for you."

Martin waved to her, got up from the carpet, and went to open the window: "It smells so strong of alcohol."

Louise took out her personal business card and put it on the coffee table: "When will your new cocktail be commissioned? Call me." She glanced at Martin: "If you want to be a star, this is a required course."

Martin has been drifting for so many years in his previous life. He has seen a lot of messy things, and Hollywood will only become more messy.

"I don't think it's right. I should be auditioning for you." He sat on the sofa and said something particularly pleasant: "Two young, sexy, beautiful and elegant beauties, in order to get support for the film project, they did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives.

Feed the perverts."

Louise laughed happily, got up and went to the study. She quickly took out a copy of the text and put it together with the business card: "I have the power to make decisions about this small character. Take it back and study it carefully. Although last night

I passed the audition, but Hollywood is no different than before, so the audition room routine still has to be followed."

She stopped laughing and warned solemnly: "The performance in the audition room was too poor. Don't blame me for being unkind."

"I know the importance." Martin put everything away and said in a different way: "Does the crew need extras? The community theater troupe I am in has low fees, is very professional, and can endure hardships."
Chapter completed!