"Are you doing that interview with Karrang today?" He asked finally, slipping his sunglasses off and rubbing the lenses on the front of his shirt.

"If you say I am, then I guess I am," Shane replied. Oh, great. Now she was sulking.

"Well, she’s coming over at four. It’s…" He paused and tugged up the cuff of his jacket and dress shirt to check the time, "three-thirty now."

Shane looked over at him and just stared with those run-over-raccoon eyes. He couldn’t help but wonder how long she’d been awake, during this most recent bingefest of hers.

"So are you gonna get ready or are you just gonna meet this woman looking like a fucking torn-down mess?" Tim finished, frowning at her expectantly.

"Are they taking pictures?" Shane asked after a moment of hesitation, distaste pinching her finely-boned features.

"Probably," he replied, not willing to budge an inch on this. She needed to learn how to act like a fucking professional, whether she wanted to or not. "Now get off your ass and make yourself look presentable? Please? For me?"

"Ugh," was all she said as she pushed herself up out of her chair and crossed back over to the vanity, the fresh glass of whiskey dangling negligently from her long, slender fingers. She set her glass down on the counter and stared at the jagged shards of mirrored glass that remained in the mirror frame, looking like broken teeth. "Can you get somebody in here to replace this thing?" She asked, not looking at him.

"I’ll see what I can do," Tim replied, heaving a sigh. Sometimes she made him feel as though he was kicking a puppy with two broken legs. "Just do what you can until they bring a replacement. I’ll send Josie in with your clothes." He started for the door, but turned back to add, "try not to fuck her."

"Who? Josie?" Shane asked with a sly grin as she glanced over her shoulder at him. "I already did."

"Not her, you freaking perv, the journalist," Tim gritted out. "The chick from the fucking magazine!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," she replied, waving a dismissive hand at him as she turned back to the vanity. "And hey, see if you can get them to bring another chair in here, too. This one’s all covered with glass."

"Gee, wonder how that happened," Tim muttered sarcastically under his breath as he stalked out of the dressing room.