You did the take for the fifteenth time that day. At this point you wanted to smack Jensen and Jared for messing up the shots on purpose. You knew they were pranking Misha, knowing that every time they had to redo the shot he’d have to take another bite of a burger since they were focusing on him for this shot. Normally you would be laughing right along with them, but you were standing next to Misha in the shot, so whenever they had to start over you had to say your lines again.
Misha had just taken another bite of the burger when Jared blatantly threw a burger wrapper at Misha, the wrapper bouncing off of his head and effectively ruining the shot. The director called cut and you heard him ask Jensen and Jared to come over to him. You couldn’t help but snicker, knowing that they were in trouble for screwing up the shot too many times.
You looked over at Misha to laugh at the boys misfortune but he had a face you couldn’t quite read. He looked like he was about to get sick but was fighting it.
“You okay there Mish?” You asked, lightly placing your hand on his shoulder.
“I might throw up.” He stated.
“How many burgers have you eaten?” You questioned him.
“He’s eaten,” Tracy, one of the crew members started, “Well, he’s bitten into at least seventeen burgers.”
“That’s disgusting.” You said.
“I hate them.” Misha joked, giving you a sad puppy face.
“I know Mish-Mish, I know.”