Hurry Up Will (Will)

[finn]

How on earth did the media find him here? Out at the red tape of the rival club as he waited to enter in. He didn't have to wait long, the bouncers of the club knew his importance not only in television and film but also because he had a stake in the rival club. He was simply waiting outside because it was where he agreed to meet his brother that night after that show at the ballet, which was another story all together. Somehow in his waiting for his brother outside some sort of paporatzi had found him and started to ask him questions while taking snapshots. At first the bouncer offered to get rid of him but Finn, pretending to be the happy celebrity he pretended to be, rejected the offer and answered the questions of the reporter.

"Are you going to come out with a new movie soon? "I'm taking a short vacation while promoting my familys dance business."
"We miss you in Hollywood. "And I miss everyone there to."

Being an actor with such a smile he was always good at lying and everything he said there was some sort of lie. After answering those questions he started to look around. When was his brother going to get here already? The ballet was torcher enough but he didn't see his brother there and was forced to watch the whole thing. It bored him to tears, never one to be a fan of the dance. The dancers knew of his arrival though and the whole time he had to pretend to be interested as they looked at him and broke character many times through the preformance.

"What do you feel about Courtneys recent relationship meltdown? "Well I wish her the best of luck in rehab. She's a great friend of mine and I'm constantly thinking about her."

Dammit, where was Will?

[William Masters]

William was never one to be late, but as it was his actor brother he was meeting after the ballet, he wasn't much bothered as his town car cruised down the city streets, already ten minutes past the agreed time. Finn didn't have any room to talk about being late or executing unprofessional behavior in public, two big hobbies of his according to the tabloids. William knew all of this as only half-true - his brother wasn't a saint, but he wasn't the devil either. Finn was the closest to William in age, and despite their complete opposite personalities, William found himself to get on quite well with the guy. Perhaps the way Finn ran his life made William feel a little less guilty about his own. And as always, when William had a rare craving for fun, he knew to go to Finn.

This was not such a night, where William was craving some fun. He had only agreed to meet his brother at Loca because he had not seen the bloke in years, ever since he became a big 'star' and then proceeded to crash and burn. William had heard the rumors about he hard drugs, and he did not put it past Finn to get involved in that sort of thing. William didn't look down on his brother for that fact, however - he was rather impressionable and a true party-boy. William understood that sometimes you just needed something to make it all a little easier - not that he himself would ever resort to that sort of behavior.

William scoffed as his driver pulled up to the curb outside of Loca - he found it unbelievable how cheesy the place looked. The whole place was too flashy and fake, two big mistakes to William. If you wanted to be successful, you had to lay low and be at least half-way genuine with your workers and clients. He had no desire to be at Loca, but assumed Finn wanted to meet him there because he was on bad terms with one of the girls at the Song, or something like that. William climbed out of the back seat and smoothed down his suit and hair - he had a slight scowl on his face that he had been wearing ever since the magazine journalists at the ballet had made him late for his meeting with his brother. A flashing light caught William's eye and he automatically knew that's where he would find Finn - the paparazzi were adamant about stalking so-called celebrities.

"You don't even know anybody named Courtney," William spoke, coming up behind the paparazzi and placing a hand on his shoulder. He smirked at his brother and pushed the man to the side, reaching out his other hand to shake Finn's. Of course, Courtney could be Finn's wife for all William knew, as he had not bothered to keep up with his brother, just as Finn had not bothered to keep up with the family.

[finn]

As the paparazzi noticed that his brother was now there with his arms around him he started to ask questions to him and his brother. "Your brothers been in Hollywood for a while. When have you last seen each other? Any hostility?" Before he would let William get any answer out to the snapper Finn walked the other way so their backs were turned and he turned his head back to the paparazzi. "That's all for questions. Thank you for everything." As they then walked away and towards the front where the line was starting for people to get in when the bouncer saw who Finn was he quickly undid the red tape blocking their way and allowed the two of them through.

"Of course I don't know who the fuck Courtney is. Most probably some dumb broad I did one night a couple years back. The thing is I give them what they want to hear or they'll make it up. Soon enough in the papers they'll start saying I'm dating some Courtney with the things they can make up. If I give them a typical answer though they get nothing out of it." Often he purposely gave bad answers so they wrote about him in the tabloids when he wanted to push for a movie part and needed more publicity, but not in this case. Tonight he wanted to get into the club as soon as possible where he could avoid the pointless media and fanatics. It was starting to get really tiring for him.

Walking into the club atmosphere he kept his arm around his brother but this time he was excited so he shook the guy. "Shit bro, it's been so long! Last we saw each other was... years ago." He didn't even show up to the funeral like he was asked to. He knew that nothing in their will was going to him though and he really wasn't the least bit upset about their death. It made sense to go to Will, he was the 'responsible' one out of the two of them and the others were far to young to handle the power. The last time they saw each other before that was perhaps 7 years ago.

"You ever watch my television show through the years? I doubt it haha." He wasn't offended his brother wouldn't watch his show. He knew it wasn't his style of television, if the guy even watched any television to begin with. On the other hand he didn't think that Will would have read any of the tabloids about him. The first reason being was that they were all false, the second being he didn't think his brother really cared about him that much to check the only source he could to get an update on his life. "How about any of my movies?" Again he didn't expect William to say yes because they weren't his style.

[William Masters]

William glared down his nose at the reporter - who did he think he was, getting into the personal business of the Masters? Before William could let loose some snide remark about his credibility or skill, Finn turned them both away, his arm slung about William's shoulders. William went along with it and let his brother lead him to the red tape - something he never let anyone do, he couldn't stand it when people tried to make him do anything, but he was eager to get away from the paparazzi, and since Finn was the 'big star' now, William assumed he knew the best way to get away. William nodded curtly at the bouncer as he passed him, his eyes still slightly slanted in a glare. He examined everything around him with his cold eyes, pointing out every little thing that was wrong with the place in his mind, but not wanting to ruin the night by speaking these things to the public. Instead he listened to his younger brother blab on about lying and generalities and other nonsense like that. Of course, William knew all about the art of lying, it was something he had to practice regularly with the business he ran.

When Finn began shaking him, William looked sideways at him and pulled away, brushing down the shoulders of his suit once more. Just because he was feeling a little out of the ordinary, didn't mean that William wanted to look like an idiot in public. What Finn had just done was quite common among friends, actually, but William didn't want the the public eye to catch him being friendly, either.

"Yes, if I remember correctly, we haven't spoken since you decided to take up such an improper way of making a living," William agreed, his voice condescending and sounding so much like their father's, but he winked at his brother to show he was joking - William was feeling very unlike himself that night, probably because he was around Finn, the most outrageous of his siblings that could make anyone let loose, even William. He liked to bring up the infamous 'proper living' quote said by his late, great father at any moment that was appropriate, because he found it oddly amusing and hypocritical. William did not understand how a man who had three sons involved in a dancing company could possibly look down on his other son, who only wanted to act. William often teased his father about this fact before the plane crash happened.

"No," William answered, shrugging about Finn's acting career. He didn't bother making up an excuse as to why he didn't watch his brother on the silver screen or the big screen, because he knew Finn didn't really care; the only fans Finn cared about were the attractive fangirls. William never really thought about just why he never watched his brother's show or movies, but now that he thought about it, he assumed it was a mixture of not having the time and also a bit of defiance against the brother who had practically abandoned the Masters. William was not a man of emotion by any means, but he couldn't understand why anyone would not go to their own parent's funerals - if anything, you at least got to see what had been left to you in the will. William assumed that his siblings, including Finn, probably knew that most of the assets would end up going to him, the eldest son, anyway. William smirked slightly before turning toward the bar - how good it was to be king.

"Let's get a drink," William called to his brother as he walked away toward the bar, beckoning with his hand behind him for Finn to follow if he so wished.

[finn]

At first he was a little thrown off by how William was condemning his way of life and he looked over at him with a surprised looked by laughed again when William gave a wink. At first William reminded him of his father and the way that guy would always speak to him about how to run his life so he could perhaps one day be as responsible as William and run a successful ballet business. Ha! Like Finn would ever want to do something as boring as that. William was a lot like his father though, always taking everything in life so seriously like every single little action he did would have a result on if he made a dollar more the next day. A dollar which would never be spent unless it would make 2 dollars more the day after that. When his brother winked at him though Finn laughed off what he said, happy to see there was a least a little spunk left in William that he knew from all of those years ago.

As William said he went to get a drink he took that as an offer for William to get him a drink as well, even if it wasn't anything close to that. "Get me a whiskey, William H. Handy if they got any. Make sure it's on the rocks." He would have preferred it to be ice cubes hand picked with an icepick as well but he wasn't going to get needy and complicated. If they had his brand of whiskey he was happy enough and even if they didn't it meant that Siron's Song was just that much cooler and he would once again be happy. William may have come here to spy on competition but Finn was doing the same in his own ways as well. "I'll find us a place to sit."

As he made the way to an open round table he was hit on by a girl who recognized him from his television show. He flirt with her back and after talking for a short while he slapped her ass and she laughed. Eventually the two of them got talking and soon enough he had a girl on his lap by the time William would get back. They were flirting with each other and he wasn't even looking out for his brother by then.

[William Masters]

"Yeah, OK, whatever..." William muttered as he walked away from Finn, not really bothering to raise his voice loud enough for his brother to hear him over the loud club din. If William was the one to be buying the drinks, Finn got whatever he got - William did not take orders like a butler or waiter. Feeling unlike himself, however, William decided to be nice for once in his life and fulfill at least half of his brother's wishes.

William reached the bar, elbowing and shouldering through the thick, drunk crowd around it, and ordered Finn's drink, telling the bartender to use the most expensive whiskey. When the drink was handed to him over the bar, William tasted it, pondered for a moment, and decided to order another for himself. William did not have a particular soft spot for any kind of alcohol, and only drank it for appearances. If he had been in his own home or in his office, he would be holding a sophisticated glass of wine instead of a commonman's whiskey. Passing the bartender a bill and telling him to keep the change, William picked up both glasses of alcohol and dove back into the crowd in search of his brother.

Soon spotting Finn's distinct appearance at an empty table, William beelined for him, the drinks slipping in his hands as people attempted to jostle him in the crowd. William would have none of it, though, and jostled them right back, harder - no matter how unprofessional it was; he didn't let people push him around. As William grew closer to the table, he noticed it wasn't that empty after all - Finn already had a girl sitting in his lap. William rolled his eyes and set the drinks down on the table with a slam once he finally reached the pair. He let out a short barking laugh before taking a seat opposite of the two of them and dragging his drink toward him.

"Oh, you are such a slut...," William said into his drink, not bothering to indicate who exactly he was talking to - his brother would laugh and the girl would be outraged, what could be better? Even though William tried to maintain a businesslike facade, and usually succeeded, he was still a nasty, mean little prick and loved nothing more than riling someone up and having his boys be amused by it. It was a personality quirk he would never be able to fully dispell, and alcohol only made it worse. Not worrying about the consequences, William raised his glass to Finn and the girl, smirking, and then proceeded to down half of its contents.