London. Life.

“What are they filming today?” asked Hamish, who’d had to squeeze past a film crew so he could get into Monty’s.

“Not sure…” shrugged Charlie. “But it’s a big one.”

“Definitely a film…” decided Hamish. “With a crew that size, and those cranes that they’re using - you’d only get that on a film with some money.”

"Totally..." agreed Charlie. "It always staggers me how much production goes into those big budget films."

"By production, you mean money..." nodded Hamish. "When I was living in Smithfield a few years ago, they filmed a scene from one of the James Bond movies in the carpark on West Smithfield. It took days - a huge crew of people, building sets and everything. When the movie eventually came out, they used like one small shot from that entire shoot - a couple of frames at most. It just blew my mind."

"I wonder why everyone always films in Hoxton?" pondered Charlie.

"I guess it's cheap?" shrugged Hamish. "Maybe the council gives them incentives or something. It's probably an easy urban kind of backdrop that can be adapted to anything."

"I'd like some sort of schedule as to which productions are filming on what days..." decided Charlie.

"Why?" laughed Hamish. "What difference does it make?"

"I'm just nosy..." grinned Charlie. "I'd like to know which Hollywood A-listers I might bump into in Iceland."

"I'm pretty sure you're not going to be bumping into any Hollywood A-listers in Iceland..." laughed Hamish. "I don't think you're even going to be bumping into anyone from EastEnders in Iceland."

"Probably not..." agreed Charlie. "How long have you got before you have to get back to the office?"

"Not long..." replied Hamish. "But with the weather so good, I'm going to try and stretch it out for as long as possible. Is it going to be like this for the weekend?"

"I think so..." nodded Charlie. "Pretty much until the icecaps melt."

"Well, that's something to look forward to..." grinned Hamish. "What are you working on?"

"I interviewed a guy this morning who is running this business of hidden jazz clubs..." replied Charlie.

"What’s a hidden jazz club?" asked Hamish.

"I don’t know, to be honest..." shrugged Charlie. "I guess they’re kind of pop-up jazz clubs. I suppose hidden jazz club sounds a bit cooler than pop-up jazz club."

"Ask me what I'm doing tonight..." prompted Hamish.

"You've got a date?" asked Charlie.

"Oh, am I that predictable?" said Hamish.

"Pretty much..." grinned Charlie. "Go on, tell me about him."

"It's a guy from work..." explained Hamish. "We don't work on the same account, but we're on the same floor in the office."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" cautioned Charlie. "You've only just started there."

"What could possibly go wrong?" laughed Hamish. "Who doesn't prioritise sex over their career?"

"Who made the first move?" asked Charlie.

"He did..." confirmed Hamish.

"What's his name?" asked Charlie.

"Elijah..." replied Hamish.

"Elijah..." repeated Charlie. "I like it! Where are you going on this date?"

"We're going for a drink straight after work..." replied Hamish. "I suggested the George and Vulture - nice and relaxed, and we can get a pizza if things head in that direction."

"Smart move..." nodded Charlie. "You're obviously planning to have sex with him tonight."

"Obviously..." grinned Hamish. "I've got my good underwear on."

"It's a jockstrap, isn't it?" asked Charlie. "Please tell me that you're not wearing a jockstrap. He's going to think that you're a total slut!"

"Don't slut-shame me!" exclaimed Hamish. "I'm at my sexual peak! I have needs! Of course I'm wearing a jockstrap!"

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