A bar near Santa Monica Beach, it was like a happy distribution center for Los Angeles nights.
Ernst drove from Beverly Hills at breakneck speed, so fast that one might think he was participating in a rich man’s late-night street race.
Craig had pulled a disappearing act, having gone off to spread human civilization somewhere, forcing Ernst to drive himself.
This made Ernst feel that he needed to find a driver and a bodyguard.
For his own safety, it would be best to stop drinking and driving.
Entering the bar hall, the lights inside flickered, the music was deafening, and countless young bodies were lost in the stage, dancing freely and releasing their pent-up hormones.
Ernst looked around and finally focused his gaze on a corner of the bar.
“Cheers.” Upon reaching the booth, Ernst didn’t even have time to say hello before a drink was thrust into his hand.
The girl beside him clinked glasses with him and then downed her drink.
Ernst pouted helplessly but also drank without hesitation.
“Why did you suddenly think of inviting me for a drink today?” The girl was clearly a bit drunk; her speech was much slower than usual.
“What, now that you’re rich, you’ve forgotten your old friends?” Ernst knew she was joking and gave her an inquiring look, waiting for an answer.
“I’m going to quit drinking.” Ernst chuckled, “Drew, today isn’t April Fool’s Day.” Drew Barrymore, a Hollywood actress with countless accolades.
She entered the industry at 11 months old, became famous at 7, was nominated for a Golden Globe, and Spielberg was her godfather.
She was the little girl who starred in E.T.
the Extra-Terrestrial.
Back then, the first time Ernst met Drew, his idea was simple and crude: he just wanted to have an in-depth exchange with this Hollywood darling.
However, no one expected that they did sleep together, each getting what they needed, but they ended up becoming good friends who could talk about anything.
“I can even quit weed, and you don’t believe I can quit drinking?” At this moment, Drew was already leaning on Ernst’s chest, her breasts almost squashed out of shape, but Ernst’s heart was as still as water, feeling nothing.
“The first member of the Barrymore family to be straightened out?” This was why Ernst didn’t believe her; this family was simply too notorious in Hollywood, with even a saying about the Barrymore curse.
In Hollywood of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, there was a magical family.
They dominated the theater world and left their mark on film history, yet they squandered their talent and lives in liquor bottles.
This was the famous Barrymore family.
All things considered, Drew Barrymore was a bona fide fourth-generation star.
The acting history of this family could be traced back to her great-grandparents’ generation a hundred years ago.
Her great-grandfather, Maurice Barrymore, and great-grandmother, Georgiana Drew, were Broadway stage giants of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.
Their son was Lionel Barrymore, who appeared in many films and won the Fourth Academy Award for Best Actor for his brilliant performance in the film A Free Soul.
Their second daughter, Ethel Barrymore, was hailed by American theater critics as a ‘stage diva’ and ‘First Lady of the Theater.’ She performed almost all of Ibsen, Shakespeare, and Maugham’s plays in the early twentieth century, and Broadway even named a theater after her.
Not only in stage plays, but she was also nominated for an Oscar four times in film history.
And the younger brother of the two, who was Drew’s grandfather, John Barrymore, was even called the greatest actor of that era.
He starred in Richard III in 1920, Sherlock Holmes in 1922, Hamlet in 1923, Romeo and Juliet in 1936, and so on.
Throughout the early twentieth century, John Barrymore accounted for many classic romance and suspense films.
But the embarrassing thing was that all three siblings left their names on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, only to be defeated by alcohol in the end.
All three siblings left their names on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, but they all died from alcohol.
By Drew’s father’s generation, although not as brilliant as her grandfather’s generation, the Barrymore family’s influence was still felt in Hollywood.
However, there was no exception; it was as if it were a natural curse.
Every member of the Barrymore family became involved with alcohol early on.
Drew was even more outstanding.
Ernst remembered her saying that her mother, who divorced her father when she was born, took her to Hollywood’s famous Studio 54.
Ernst felt that these things were in the family’s genes.
Drew being able to quit weed was already surprising enough for him; now she wanted to quit drinking too?
Drew vaulted over and directly straddled Ernst’s lap.
Before he could react, she force-fed him a mouthful of alcohol mouth-to-mouth, followed by an intense French kiss.
It wasn’t until Drew was panting that she released his mouth, resting on Ernst’s chest and gasping for breath.
Ernst felt strange inside; at this moment, he had no emotional fluctuations.
After all, who wouldn’t feel strange kissing a brother?
“You’re not thinking of it, are you?” Ernst looked awkward, fearing she would say something outrageous.
At this moment, Drew sat up and rolled her eyes at Ernst.
“Do you think I lack men?
Although you’re very strong, and the things you do are very stimulating and satisfying for me, this is Hollywood.” That’s right, this is Hollywood.
Ernst had affirmed to himself more than once that he wasn’t a pervert; there were too many oddballs in Hollywood.
“Tell me, what did you really want to see me about?” “I’m planning to start a film company.
You’ll help me, right?” Drew’s eyes instantly went from unfocused to bright, that expectant look, like a puppy eagerly waiting for its owner to feed it treats, mixed with pleading and certainty.
“Do you want to continue to transform?” Drew Barrymore was definitely a Hollywood actress whom Ernst admired.
Her father was an alcoholic who ruined his career and had to be supported by his daughter.
Her mother was even more of a child exploiter, treating Drew as a money-making machine, introducing her to the world of weed, and sending her to rehab three times.
She would make films to earn money during the day and send Drew to rehab at night.
They only met for a few minutes each time, just to deliver scripts, and then her mother would take the money she earned and go carousing, even getting involved with Drew’s boyfriend.
It was also for this reason that the third time she quit weed, Drew decided to cut ties with the entire Barrymore family, including her parents.
However, the news of her using and quitting weed was leaked to the media by her mother, who used this news to extract the last bit of value from her.
With such negative news, Drew was blacklisted in Hollywood, and no one would hire her for films anymore.
But Drew was not one to give up easily.
She worked at a coffee shop while completing her studies.
Finally, she got her chance, and she didn’t hesitate to play even a prostitute.
For her, it didn’t matter whether the cards in her hand were good or bad; being able to return to the table was the most important thing.
Although she transitioned into a sexy starlet, it was undeniable that Drew succeeded, returning to the public eye.
Now, she wanted to start a company, which meant she wanted to transform again, not just from an actress to behind the scenes, but also from a starlet back to mainstream roles.
“That’s right, I’m very confident in my acting, but because of my past experiences, no good films are looking for me.
I can only rely on myself.” Ernst looked at her playfully, “What do I get?” This time,