Quarry
"Oh, come on, Ian. Please!" Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Orlando fluttered his eyelashes in entreaty.
"Will you stop whining. I've told you a dozen times, I've never met him."
"But you were in that bloody Dickens thingy on the telly with him."
Ian sighed in exasperation. "That doesn't mean we ever actually met. It doesn't work that way, you know that as well as I do. Look at how you're always going on about never having met Jude Law, even though you were in Wilde with him."
"But, it's an excuse to go over and say hi."
"When have you ever needed an excuse?"
"Well, I'm shy."
This produced a snort of derisive laughter. "Honestly. You do talk a lot of rubbish sometimes. I've seen you drag near strangers into bloody toilets before now."
"But this is different, Ian! I mean, look at him!! He's fucking gorgeous!"
Ian tutted. "Honestly. It's ridiculous. Just go over an introduce yourself. It's perfectly straight forward. Go on."
"Please. Ian! Please." Orlando widened his eyes for effect and leaned in to place his chin on Ian's shoulder.
Ian petted Orlando on the arm and gestured towards the far side of the room, where the object of their scrutiny was standing in apparently bored conversation with a rather red-faced man in a bad suit. "Well, he has been casting somewhat furtive glances in this direction for a good ten minutes now."
Orlando blinked rapidly and shifted his head to look, "Really? No! Really?"
"Well, yes. Don't look!" Ian laughed, "You really are so obvious sometimes."
"Sure it's me he's looking at?"
"Well, as much as I would like the only other possible explanation to be true, I don't think he's looking over thinking, 'Ian McKellen is rather dishy', do you?"
Orlando grinned. "Well, you do cut a rather dashing figure in that tuxedo, Ian."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." Ian smirked and brushed at Orlando's suit to remove some small speck of lint that was obviously marring the effect. "Come on then. But you owe me a very good and expensive dinner for this."
Orlando beamed and kissed Ian on the cheek. "You're brilliant! Thank you."
They made their way across the room nodding and smiling to other actors and industry people.
When they reached their target, Ian held out his hand and said in his most decorous voice, "Hello, I do believe that we appeared in the same version of David Copperfield."
Brown eyes blinked back at him through what was obviously a rather drunken haze. "That's right. I think we did. Mind you, I was onscreen for all of twenty fuckin' seconds so, I'm gobsmacked you remember."
Ian threw his head back and laughed. "I do love a man who doesn't stand on ceremony. I'm Ian McKellen, and this is..."
"Orlando Bloom." Holding out his hand, Orlando moved forwards smiling his most sultry, seductive smile.
"Yeah, I know." A dry, firm handshake and glittering eyes. "Colin Farrell. Pleasure to meet you."