This, for some reason, was inspired by a few Kevin Smith movies. Schuyler and Kismet are only half-siblings; they have the same mother, different fathers - they're three years apart in age, which is (from my own observations) about the amount of time most likely to cause hideous sibling rivalries. Juanita is Schuyler's beloved 1981 Fiat Spider, which he has enough of an attatchment to that it should really be listed as a character.
( Butch Cassidy never had days like this one. )

(Picture here.)
Schuyler squinted through the camera's viewfinder, panning down slowly off the distant stripe of the lighthouse dark against the fog, down to the dock where the actors were - long shot, slowly moving closer to show faces, the dim snail trails of tears down the female lead's cheek.

Oooh, nice. Emote, baby. That's the stuff.

Just as he was working out his thank you speech for the film festival award, she waved her hands in front of her face. "Goddamnit, can I take ten minutes here?"

He sighed, grumbling. "Cut! What is it, Amy?"

"Contact lens thing or something. Sorry, Schuy."

"Eh, no problem. Everyone take fifteen, okay? We'll pick it up later on page thirty-nine." He set down the camera and winced, turning around to find a sweater. It was cold and clammy and damp, and they'd been out here for three hours - making good time, but still. Any interruption was at least mildly irritating.
( Continued. )