Laurel
“This contest, Ellis…will there be like a talent portion, swimsuit piece or evening gown interview?” Henry asks with a grin. I watch him throwing grapes in the air and catching them in his mouth.
“You’re getting this confused with the Miss America pageant Hollywood.” I tease. He grins at that one.
“Like Doc Hollywood or Top Gun Hollywood?” He looks wary for a second.
“Top Gun definitely. Though maybe I should call you Goose.”
Klein cackles. “Oh please call him Goose.”
“Ooh I’ll be Goose, you can be Maverick and Ellis can be Ice Man.” Henry nods smugly.
“We’ll do that for Halloween.” Ellis chuckles. “I asked about the ‘contest’ wording. Starting the Sunday night before their weekend date they get to show off their skills.” His voice is sarcastic. “Basically they are suppose
