Jane hands me a pint sized mason jar of red wine. "Drink up!"

It's nearly full and I look at the markings on the side before I take a gulp. I look again. One ounce gone. I haven't heard anything else from Fin since he left the office earlier and I'm fairly certain that I won't for remainder of the day. If ever. So I put the jar to my lips again. Another ounce drained.

"You know and I know Janie, that this isn't going to solve anything."

Jane tucks her feet beneath her on our couch and drinks from her own jar. "Twelve ounces of wine might not solve anything, but at this point it can't hurt. Besides, tonight is about survival. If you get past the next few hours, hopefully sleep through the night... then you can start fresh tomorrow."

And I know she's right. By the time "The Tonight Show" begins I've had my fill and feel pleasantly fuzzy. So if Fin doesn't put his fingers to his lips, I'll probably be able to pass out just fine. Maybe.

I pick up the remote and raise the volume "Here goes nothing."

Fin is the first guest after the commercial break and eventually Jimmy turns the conversation to the Staten Island Ferry incident with the paparazzi. Fin gives a variation of the same answer he has rattled off all day long. But then it morphs.

"You know I get a lot of advice from the older actors I've worked with regarding relationships in this industry. Some of them insist that it's better to date another actor because they're the only people that understand this kind of crazy lifestyle. Then others maintain that you shouldn't, because with two huge egos in the way, there's no room for real love and that there will always be some level of competition. I don't know. I mean that sort of insinuates that someone who isn't an actor has to be subservient. Either way, when you reach a certain level of fame... quite frankly, you're always going to wonder at the start of dating someone, if they are using you."

The crowd lets out a loud, collectively sad "Awwwww."

Fin chuckles. "Yes, yes, that's right. Please feel bad for the wealthy actor. So sorry to bring the mood down."

Then Jimmy jokes about when he was Fin's age the only thing he wondered about was if he could make it to second base at the start of a relationship. But I can't focus on that because all I can see is Fin brushing his fingers against his lips.

Jane squeals. "He's signaling you Millie!"

While I'm grateful that he's thinking of me, I'm not thrilled that it's in context with questioning my scruples. I grimace and pick up my phone. "I need to call him."

Jane snatches the phone from my hand. "Is that a good idea? You're definitely buzzed. And you don't seem all too happy right now."

I snatch it back. "Then I'll text him. And why should I be happy when he basically called me a gold-digger on television, even though he was the one that pursued me?!"

Jane stands up. "I guess I didn't think of it that way. Anyway, I'm off to bed. Good luck!"

I type.

Let's just get this straight right now. YOU are the one who pursued me and I'm the person that should be questioning YOUR motives! After all, Marcy pretty much admitted outside of Abe's office that I'm just a publicity tool for her to manage. That you do this type of thing all the time, which I can only assume means picking women up.

Then I hit send before my wine soaked nerves fail me. While I wait for his response I stumble around my bedroom, pulling out my clothes for the morning. When my cell rings it makes me jump.

Shit! Why is he calling me instead of texting back?

I tap the green rectangle and Fin launches right into the confrontation without saying hello. "How were your drinks with Carter?"

I noisily rattle through the hangers in my wardrobe. "There were no drinks with Carter tonight."

"It doesn't sound like it. You're clearly pissed."

"You bet I'm angry!" I yank out a shirt and slam the door shut.

And then Fin laughs, making me livid. "This is not funny Fin. This isn't some game to me."

He sighs. "Pissed means you're drunk Millie. I can hear you slurring."

"Oh. Well, I had some wine with Jane." I sit on my bed and my head is spinning

"And I'm supposed to believe that after I saw that git's hand on your knee earlier?"

"Yes you are, because I'm telling you the truth. There's nothing going on between Carter and me." I put my forehead in my hand, trying to stop the world.

"That's not what he says. He told me that he already confessed to you how he feels. That sounds a lot like something going on to me."

"Well, I... I mean... He did. But it's one sided. My involvement with Carter has nothing to do with that for me. You see I gave him my script to read. Because it's like Abe said... Carter gives very good feedback and his instincts are usually right."

Fin sighs again. "That's what I'm afraid of."

I groan and lay back on my bed. "That didn't come out the way I meant it to. I mean his instincts when it comes to screenplays, not me personally."

"So you gave him your script after he told you he has feelings for you?"

"Jesus! How much time did you spend in the lobby talking about me?" I pound my fist into the mattress.

"Not much. Carter was very to the point."

I laugh."Oh sure, he's straightforward with you... With me he plays head games for months..."

"Don't avoid the question Millie."

"I did give him the script after... But I thought his confession was another angle he was working. I didn't think... I didn't feel... that he was being serious."

"Well I can assure you that he's as serious as a heart attack, since he was willing to go toe-to-toe with me at the risk of losing his job."

"You wouldn't do that to Carter? Would you?" I feel nauseous.

"Why? Would you care if I said something to Abe about our little lobby conversation?"

"Well... I... It's just I didn't take you as someone so petty. And I hoped that you would believe that I'm being honest with you. But maybe I'm not exactly the best at judging character since I thought that Carter wasn't sincere and I thought you were." I sit up as the wine gurgles around in my stomach uncomfortably.

"Listen Millie..."

"No, you LISTEN Fin, because I'm not done saying what I have to say." I take a deep breath.

"The truth is, I deal with enough bullshit at work and I really don't go for drama in my personal life. So I think that it's better if we say goodbye right now and end things before they get more complicated."

"I don't like spectacle off the stage either Millie."

"So then we're in agreement. Thank you very much for your time in reading my script and your constructive comments. Bye Fin."

I hang up and promptly run into the bathroom to throw up.