“How?” Sean stared down at the meat patty, swimming in melted cheese and grease, and recalled Rory’s comment about “eating healthy.” His stomach churned. Rory was busy wolfing his down.
“Tomorrow. There’s a shoot at Josh’s. I was supposed to be in it. Josh promised they’d pay me up front this time, but I’d be an ass to fall for it again, so I backed out. But that wasn’t all there was to it, man. This project is fucked up. Some sick shit. But that’s a whole ‘nother story. Not smart.” Rory talked in little bursts as he chewed. “Anyway, if this is the movie your boy is in, he could be in big trouble.”
“What do you mean?”
“Even your two hundred bucks won’t buy you that info, dude. Youanswer methis. Is your boy the bottom?”
“Huh?”
“Do you know what part he’s playing? You said it was a gangbang. Is he one of the bangers—which is what I was gonna do until I found out what was really going down on this one—or is he the bangee?”