Gwen
Gwen hopped off her second plane as she arrived in Scotland. She went through baggage claim and all the normal procedures, then went to catch a taxi. She was dropped off at her hotel, and checked into her room, then had a quick shower and got changed, heading out again to discover the Scottish nightlife.
That and if she stayed too long in the one place, she was likely to get too depressed.
She grabbed her wallet and keys, then headed out of the hotel, spotting a pub down the road and decided to check it out.
As she sat down at her table with her pint, a card was slipped across the table at her. She looked up to see two very familiar faces, but why, she couldn't quite pick.
"Hello, nice night?" one of them said.
"Well it's not bad," Gwen replied.
"Don't think I'm cracking onto you or anything," the guy began.
"Because he is," the other guy said, grinning.
"Shut up, Dom. Sorry, I'm Billy Boyd, and this is Dominic Monaghan. We're actually writing a play at the moment, and we thought - "
"He thought," Dom interjected. "Well, I thought too."
"Anyway, we thought you'd be a perfect casting choice for one of the lead roles."
Gwen looked down at the card in surprise, seeing the number of an acting agency. "Well, I - "
"Hold on, you're an American?" Dom asked.
"Yeah."
"Where from?"
"New York."
"Oh, Lij lives there, Bill!" Dom grinned goofily. "Anyway, think about it. You'd have fun with us, and you'd get to play my love interest."
"That's how Dom meets girls, he pretends to be writing plays," Billy joked.
"You were the one who approached her," Dom reminded him.
"Oh yeah!"
"Besides, she's married," Dom said, indicating her ring.
"Damn, I'll be taking that card then." Billy chuckled. "Just kidding. Anyway, if you're interested, give us a call. I think you'd work really well. If you can act, that is. Which I'm sure we can get around if you can't. I could teach you."
"Yeah, because you're the best actor ever, Bill," Dom replied sarcastically.
"I am. Lord of The Rings was clearly saved by Pippin."
"Whatever man. Anyway, wait, what's your name?"
"Gwen Lwellyn."
"Well, Gwen, I'm guessing you're not a native," Billy began.
"He's very perceptive," Dom interjected, chuckling.
"But, here, wwrite where we can contact you, and then we'll get you to come in for an audition."
"Um, ok, yeah." Gwen scribbled down her cell phone number on the card Billy handed her.
"Well, we'd best be off. Thank you for putting up with us," Dom said, pretending to dip his hat.
"No problem."
Gwen waved as they left, then shook her head and took a sip of her beer.
Well, that was interesting...