Yes, you do

"I'll have that", you say, snatching the joint from Gavin. You feel like you'll need to be pretty stoned to turn this into a good time. Gavin retrieves a lighter from his pocket and holds it out for you as you put the joint to your lips. He lights it, and you take a long drag, adding to the fumes already in the motel room. You lower it and cough softly. You don't bother questioning if smoking this is even allowed in here, as the answer is probably obvious. You just hope you'll be out of here before anyone complains.

Gavin walks back to the table and retrieves his own cigarette from the ash tray. He relights it, taking a drag too as he leans down on the far bed. "By the way" he asks as he exhales. "Have you been in a full movie before, Marcy?"

"No", you answer. You can instantly tell by the disappointed look on his face that this wasn't the answer he hoped to hear. "But I'm going to be in one in the very near future!", you quickly add, despite not having any certainty about that little side-project yet.

"Oh, fantastic!", Gavin exclaims to your relief. "What's it going to be called?"

You think for a moment, but realize the producer Rick never gave you any name for the movie. "Harem Backdoor Sluts 4: Dicks Return", you bluff deadpan, sucking more on your cigarette to avoid looking him into his eyes. You don't feel any effects of the marijuana yet; simply calling it 'weed-flavored' was perhaps a more accurate description than you thought.

"Well, it sounds interesting", Gavin replies, taking another drag from his joint. "I'll have to find a copy when its out".

"And watch me get fucked?", you ask, sitting down on the other bed across from him and puffing a little cloud of smoke that lingers in front of your eyes. Your muscles begin feeling a little more relaxed, and you start being aware of a pleasant tingling feeling in your head. "Wouldn't you rather just... fuck me yourself?", you ask, hoping he'll forget the bullshit title you provided him with altogether. You notice behind him the cameraman is loudly dragging a table along the floor, getting it closer to the bed before placing a small tripod on top it.

"Oh, absolutely!", Gavin says, although he doesn't seem to be in a great hurry, judging by how far back he's leaning on the bed by now. "How did you get into the business, if you don't mind me asking?", he then asks, even changing the subject.

"I thought I was signing up for an acting job", you admit the truth to him. Was that yesterday? It already feels so much longer ago.

"Yeah, that can happen", Gavin answers before he suddenly bends double in a loud coughing fit. The ash from his joint goes all over the bed.

The other man seems to have finished setting up the camera and walks up to the both of you, completely ignoring Gavin's current distress. "Everything is set up. Let me know when you're both ready", the cameraman says, and you realize this is the first you heard him talk.