Eventually, perhaps in the right shape, Theorod decided to tattoo a thorn pattern on his long scar, with a rose blooming alone on his shoulder. The tattoo took up almost the entire part of his right arm, and it was a big project that would take days or even a week or two to complete, so at first Bob repeatedly asked him if he had made up his mind.

When Theolod chose this pattern, he also considered his own schedule. Now is his rare free period, the release of "Devil's Advocate" has reduced him a lot of publicity work, Gai did not contact him to discuss the publicity work, it is estimated that "Two Big Smoking Guns" is still in the editing process, and "Soul Shifting City" has just finished filming not long ago, as a movie that requires a lot of CG special effects, even the trailer is far away, let alone the promotion of the film.

As for his next film "The Genius Ripley", the day before returning to North Las Vegas, Theolod had just signed a contract, and the script would not be available until two weeks at the earliest, and as for filming, it would be even more distant, and the film company would tentatively schedule the start of production in August 1998 next year.

In other words, if there are no accidents, Theolod now has about ten months of free time, no shooting work, no publicity work, and as for the endorsement advertising shooting interspersed with it, those small adjustments can be done in a day at most.

Take a week or two out of this to get a tattoo, and that's absolutely fine.

"Okay, then take off your clothes and lie down on the chair. The owner was fine, and Bob naturally didn't care, so he pointed to the tattoo chair next to him, looked at the sketch he had drawn based on Theorod's description, and began to prepare the utensils.

"Undress?" Nattel frowned slightly, he glanced at Theolod's right arm, which was exposed to the air with his sleeves raised, and on the arm, which was so white that even the hairs on his arm showed a faint golden color, there was a scar as hideous as a centipede, and because it had just grown new flesh, the scar was still a light flesh pink.

"Of course, I plan to start the tattoo from the shoulder, looking at this pink and tender little fresh meat, I really can't do it, so let this scar continue to grow for a few days, and then talk about it at the end. Bob said, and patted the scar with his hand, his action immediately provoked Nattel's eye knife, but Bob didn't seem to realize this, "It's okay, isn't it a little cold? ”

Theolod smiled helplessly, he was not embarrassed, he quickly took off his shirt, and in a blink of an eye he saw Nattel's strange face, and thought that he was worried that he would catch a cold, so he comforted him and said: "I don't get sick so easily, Nat, isn't there still you taking care of me?"

"Which eye did you see that I was worried that you had a cold?" Nattel rolled his eyes unceremoniously, then thought about it again, and put Theolod's coat on him in an extremely perfunctory manner, "I don't know what those paparazzi will write about if they find out that you are sick on the first day you sneak back to North Las Vegas." You stay here, I'll go out and keep watch, and before we leave, I'll ask the guests who come to the door to leave. ”

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to Bob, who nodded in understanding.

Theolod looked at Nattel's back and suddenly said, "Maybe it would be better for me to invite you to my hotel." ”

Bob saw what he was trying to say, and he grinned at him, "You're worried that Natl is going to mess with the hairy boy here, right? Haha, it's okay, you're from this neighborhood too, Theo, so you know that the gangsters here are fierce, but they're not stupid people who don't have long eyes." ”

“…… What?"

"Oh?" Bob's face flashed with surprise when he saw that the confusion on Theorod's face didn't look like a fake, and he quickly reacted, and continued in a well-mannered and tactful manner, "Oh, I mean, if they really want to rush in or make trouble when I have made it clear that they refuse to take customers, then they don't want to take advantage of me in the future." ”

The reality seemed to prove Bob's words, and there were indeed no fools who didn't have long eyes rushing in, and Theolod didn't hear any arguments outside the door. When he finished the day's tattoo and walked out of Bob's tattoo parlor with his clothes on, a sturdy young man had just turned away, Theorod didn't know how Natel had "invited" the man who he knew he was not easy to mess with from his back, Natel just squatted aside, his hands relaxed on his knees, and he almost caught a cigarette between his fingers, and his movements were exactly the same as when he was still in the streets.

"Alright?" said Nattell, slapping his leg to his feet, "and given the chances that we'll be here for two weeks, I can give you a □□ itinerary if you want, hey, would you like to go south to Las Vegas? I can take you for a ride around the city that never sleeps, and by the way, break up this 'little virgin' who hasn't gambled yet—though you can only watch from the sidelines at the age of nineteen." ”

Natel said, gesturing to count the money, then raised his left hand, shook the Mercedes key in his hand, and pointed to a silver convertible parked on the side of the road.

Casinos in Las Vegas have an age limit, and people over the age of 18 and under the age of 21 are allowed to enter the casino, but they are not allowed to gamble, and only those who are 21 years of age or older can buy chips. And judging by the time the two spent in North Las Vegas, maybe Nattle could really live his 21st birthday here and go to the casino to have a good time.

But......

"Where did this car come from?"

"I just happened to run into a friend I used to know, and he borrowed me to drive for a few days. ”

In Theorod's memory, Natl didn't seem to have any rich friends...... However, Theolod is not a character who breaks the casserole and asks to the end, since Natel intends to hide it, he doesn't want to ask too much, seeing that Natel's expression seems to be a little evasive, he smiled and changed the topic: "Although driving a convertible sports car is indeed very stylish, but ...... It seems a little cold to drive a convertible in the middle of winter?"

Suddenly, Nattel's expression became subtle.

As the days passed, Theorod's tattoo was in the final stages, and when it was done, Bob left a phone call for Theorod, saying that if Theorod was willing to pay for the outlet, he could also fly to Los Angeles to help him get the tattoo.

The two moved from North Las Vegas to Las Vegas and booked two single rooms at Caesars Palace Hotel. Natel seemed very excited about the upcoming twenty-one, and always ran to the casino downstairs in three days, although he was just looking at it, and could not place bets yet.

Theorode had asked him if he wanted to rush back to Los Angeles on his birthday to spend time with his mother and sister, who was still in Texas at this time last year. Natle was surprised to say that there were so many times in his life that he never thought of it as an important day, and that he had a lot more important things to do than he had ever done about such a meaningless thing.

That's right, he's the same at his age, and he never cares that the birthday he can spend with Maggie can be named after the penultimate number. Some things, when I was young, looked the same, when I was older, I experienced more things, and when I looked back, it became a different kind of thing, and Theorod was relieved to think about it.

On the evening of November 30, Natel was ready to go to experience the nightlife of a big casino with his salary he had just settled from Theorod. Theolod was ready to throw the last drunken Natter back into his room, only to receive a phone call.

"New movie?" the call was undoubtedly from Marshall. Theorod holds his phone in one hand and wears a tie awkwardly in the other. Perhaps it was because the tie he made with one hand was too embarrassing, and Nattel, who was waiting on the sidelines, couldn't stand it, got up and came to him, and gestured with his eyes.

Theorod glanced at him, naturally removed his hand, raised his chin, and asked Natl to do his job as an assistant.

'Yes, and you're going to be interested in this movie, it's a cult film. Marshall, on the other end of the line, said in a strange tone.

Theolod immediately laughed: "Why was I a little surprised when Marshall Upton recommended a cult film to me? Oh yes, I remembered, because my agent seemed to hate cult films the most. ”

‘…… Well, I'll admit that this time I did, who's calling the director David Fincher?' Theolod's teasing tone made Marshall unable to struggle, 'I love his 'Seven Deadly Sins,' and he gave me a rough sketch of the script for his new film, which was quite interesting.' ’

Nattel on the side has already helped Theorod tie it, but Nattel has only worn a suit and formal suit a handful of times so far, so that the tie he made looked no different from Theorod's one-handed tie. Forget it, looking at Natle's bare collar, Theolod simply didn't wear a tie, unbuttoned two buttons, and then raised his index finger to make a gesture to Nattel, and at the same time made a "minute" lip shape.

"Well, let me see what kind of cult films can interest my die-hard agent, and maybe raise my interest. ”

'Suspenseful thriller -- like 'The Seven Deadly Sins' -- dual personality disorder. ’

The playful smile on Theorod's face stiffened, and he instinctively turned to the side, his eyes slightly clouding.

Nattle saw the look on his face, and even though he didn't know what the obstructive Marshall was talking about, he knew that Theorod was more than "interested" in the new film from now on. He no longer made strange gestures urging Theolod to hang up the phone and have fun, because he knew that he couldn't end the call in a minute with a heart dedicated to the show.

So he quietly exited Theorod's room.

Theolod watched Nattel, who had quietly left to give him space and time, and suddenly fell silent.

'How?' Perhaps Theorod had been silent for too long, Marshall asked on the other end.

"You see, Marshall, although I am very interested in this script, and I am honored to receive an invitation from David Fincher, the role invitation sent at this time is usually released in the middle of next year, which will conflict with the schedule of "The Genius Ripley". You can help me ask the approximate start time over there, and if the schedule conflicts, help me politely refuse. Now I have other things to do, the nightlife in Las Vegas is too rich, so I won't talk to you old man. ”

'Hey, wait......' Marshall shouted, but the other man hung up.

Listening to the busy recording coming from the phone's microphone, Marshall looked at the phone in his hand in disbelief - if he heard it right, he seemed to hear Theorod reject the movie he was interested in for the first time?!

What kind of nightlife is he experiencing when he goes to Las Vegas for a vacation, and can make this madman refuse to perform for the first time?!