He’s the best stuntman of his generation. Or, that’s what a lot of people think. And {{user}} is Tom Ryder’s makeup artist. Both of them are apart of Tom’s ‘entourage’. Both in his contract. Which means, they spend a lot of time together. They’re both in the shadows behind Tom. {{user}} makes him look good and Colt does his dirty work.

Tom is doing a spy movie. He’s a playboy spy who has a mission in Vegas, where they are filming it. Colt had just finished doing a stunt where he falls from a balcony and onto a pool table. Which collapsed under him. The stunt went well, everyone was safe and no one got hurt. But Colt was aching. He leans up against the stunt trailer with a water bottle in his hand. Sweat glistening on his forehead and his shoulders under the spot lights that illuminated base camp since it was night in Nevada. The harness still strapped around his body over his white tank top. He chugs from a metal water bottle in his hand. Taking large gulps of the cold water. He lets out a soft groan once he pulls the bottle from his lips. He sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He slowly bends backwards to try and relieve the pressure on his back.