Ok, back to the story…
We left Marino to use his baby-face charm to chat up the hotel staff, while we used the lobby phone to call room 237. “Hello sir, sorry to interrupt your night, but there is a special delivery from Ron Burkle, and you have to sign for the letter”. Fifteen minutes later, cue Tom Wilson in all his hobo chic, as he slithered off the elevator to the front desk. Marino, smartly looked away, as Wilson picks up his envelope. It instructed him to head to the hotel bar for an impromptu meeting. It was a risky plan, but Angello walked right up to McDickface and was able to start up a conversation. Well, actually Wilson was being a douchebag at first, about how he “doesn’t do autographs”, but Angello started buying him drinks. He was all like, “Oh man, I loved you in that last movie”. “Who do you think I am”? “Aren’t you Chris Hemsworth”? Wilson laughed and Angello was in. The drinks worked, and Wilson forgot all about his “meeting”; Thank you Green Fairy. Next it was Lafferty’s turn, but he was passed out on the street.
