Tristian, a handsome tall lapine, in a stained shirt and jeans, with a bag over his shoulder, looking a little worried. Tristan “I’m here for the interview?” Fox, with clipboard. “Hey, you must be Tristian.” Mike and chase looking on uninterested.
Tristan plucking at his shirt, “Mind a quick change? I just got in from the bus station.” Fox, distracted, “Sure, of course not.”
SIDEBAR - pinup shot of shirtless, ripped, Tristian. Bishi sparkles?
Mike, open mouth, drooling. Tristan surprised at Chase suddenly caressing his abbs. Chase “Oh.. You’re hired.” Fox “Chase! You’re not even a mannag-”
Candy, out of nowhere, on the other side of him. Candy “Don’t worry, we can definitely find a place to fit you in.” Fox, throwing clipboard up in frustration. “CANDY! Stoppit!”
