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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stevew" data-source="post: 279109" data-attributes="member: 130">A polo game plays out in a field with apparently wealthy onlookers applauding.  The players, men and women, of varying adult ages, in tight breeches and collared shirts, dismount.  A young woman walks up to a solid, tall, virile, blond man, the obvious captain of the team.  “Bo Ewing?”“Yeah,” he says rubbing his arms, big biceps, and chest, solid pecs, in a seductive manner.  “Can I have your autograph?”  Licking his lips and then widening into a grin as he speaks, “Really?  Sure.”   He then pats on the back an equally muscular, tall, dark black man, a bit younger than himself, a teammate, as he walks by, saying, “Champ, I’ll catch ya, right?”“Yeah of course.  I’ll tell everyone you’ll be late.”  Now with a mischievous smile, Bo says to the young woman, “So where were we?”In a noisy pub, the rest of polo team gathers in their soiled uniforms with their many friends, boisterous and huddled together, celebrating.  Champ takes a stool at the bar, ordering a beer.  The man next to him, in his very early thirties, Asian, looking sullen, says, “Hey.” “Hey, Dia, it wasn’t that bad a loss.  All in good fun.”“No, it’s not that.”“Serious, you ok?”  “I don’t know.  I just don’t feel like being here.”“What happened, man?”“He told me he didn’t wanna see me anymore.”“The married congressman?   Dia, you were that into him?”“I moved to D.C. for him.”“The guy was married.  To a woman.   Man I’m sorry.”  Champ puts his arm around Dia.  “Let’s get out of here.”  A beautiful woman, about their age, in a powder blue hijab, walks up behind them.  “What’s wrong?”Champ answers, “That guy Dia was seeing.”  She rubs Dia’s back.  Dia says, “Sorry I’m just not in the mood to celebrate or what ever this is.”  “No of course not.”  She hugs him from the side, squeezing between him and Champ.  Dia says, “Thank you Mooshie,” hugging her back.  Champ joins the hug.  “Let’s get out of here.”  In an upscale hotel room, Bo and that girl from early rip each other’s clothes off, hands all over each other’s body, mouths locked tight together, on the way to bed.  On the roof of a Washington brownstone, a patio with beautiful potted shrubby and a roaring fire in a fire pit, five people in their late twenties, early thirties, gather, including Champ, Dia and Mooshie, the other two companions, a beautiful Hispanic woman and an effeminate, if not, androgynous, man of mysterious origins.  He sits right next to Dia, right up against him, consoling him, “What I tell you about taking him serious?  Your art work you take serious, your friends you take serious.  Relationships you don’t take serious.”  “I know Mattie, but I though, the things he said . . .” “Guys are that way.  Liars just to get what they want.  You don’t need that drama.” The other woman sits next to him, with a normal distance between them, handing Dia a glass of red wine, “He probably wanted it to be true.  But he’s married with two kids from a district that wouldn’t exactly vote for a homosexual.  You expect him to give up everything to live the monastic life, even turn Buddhist for you?”“I know, Ellie, I know.”  She continues, “Most of the time you’re so into your art or your practicing yoga, meditating, or what ever, you don’t pay attention to the world around you.  I’m sorry Dia.   It’s just I know you.  It’s a big ask.”  “I know you’re right.”  He hands her back the wine.  “Some times I think I should return to wondering, reject money, remain celibate.”Champ says, “We’ve just got to get your mind onto something else.”Ellie says, “We could talk politics.”Mooshie says, “What, the IMA have something they want to get through to Champ’s Senator.  Try Mattie’s new social media platform.”Ellie says, “Good idea.  Mattie we need to talk.”  Mattie goes to speak . . .  Bo walks out of the roof top door, “So what are we doing?”Mooshie says, “We’re thinking of something to keep Dia’s mind occupied.”  “I told you Dia, stay and I’d find someone for you to mess around with.  You’re not even picky, so easy score.”Mooshie scoffs, patting Bo’s chest, “I love you Bo, but we’re not all whores around here.”  “I don’t know why not, but thank you.  Listen, Dia, get naked, roll around in that paint of yours, throw yourself on those giant canvases, call it something, I don’t know, something touching, something where you’ll sell it for a fortune later on, and I’ll go bring you back a hot piece of ass or two to join you and make you forget which way is up and which is down.”Mooshie laughs.  “Sit down Bo.  Just enjoy the fire.”Ellie starts passes out cards and says, “The bidding starts at a thousand,” she then winks at Mooshie, “Just kidding.  Double deck, six person Euchre, no money.”Mooshie says to Ellie, “I see you put yourself on Dia’s team.”“Of course I have.  He’s the undisputed champion of Euchre.”  Opening credits: much like the original ‘80’s soaps with lots of emotion and screen shots of the characters, in this case not necessarily scenes we will see but scenes we won’t, of them engaged in their everyday lives in Washington, D. C.</blockquote>

Verification: Who played JR Ewing?