The wrap party for the final Avengers film had spilled out of the rented mansion in the Hollywood Hills and into the sprawling private villa overlooking the Pacific. Champagne flowed, music thumped low, and the core cast had gradually filtered into the massive master suite that
Afterward, they collapsed in a sweaty, laughing pile. Chris, thoroughly wrecked and glowing, grinned that million-dollar smile.
"Best wrap party ever," he rasped, voice hoarse.
RDJ kissed his forehead. "We should do reshoots tomorrow."