Who: Bea and Villanelle When: Recently Where: Monstropolos Rating: M - Mentions of murder, sex
Since she'd been tremendously bored lately, Villanelle decided to change things up a bit, which was precisely why she was doing some sightseeing. While walking around Monstropolos in a stylish grey suit she couldn't help it but mutter aloud to herself: "I should have moved here." Of course, she was still 'Susan', a harmless woman who wouldn't hurt anyone (Ugh. She really needed to drop that identity already), so she knew people would start to question who she was and she wasn't sure she was prepared for that yet.
"Yeeeaaaah... that's what most people say the first time they see me." Bea replied from behind her, as always enjoying just inserting herself into conversations or situations that in no way involved her. "Glad you like our kingdom, though. We work hard for it." She said, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit straight out of someone's fetish videos. "Ok, let's be real. My mom and wife work hard at it. I mostly talk shit and fuck questionable people."
Villanelle stopped walking and turned to face the stranger. Pretty, but not her type (she had a thing for brunettes). Still, Villanelle was intrigued. "You're a Princess," she deduced, giving Bea a once-over. "It's funny. You don't look like a princess. Don't sound like one either," she said in her natural Russian accented voice.
"Nah. If we're being honest I sound more like a skanky ho." Bea said, ever refreshingly honest. "But yes, I am indeed a princess. Bea Wilson, at your service. My mom is Queen Shiklah." She raised an eyebrow, feeling... something off about this woman. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew crazy when she saw it. "What's your name, hot stuff?"
Did she dare tell this woman her real name? Oh, why not. With dopplegangers around she could always fall back on Susan if she needed to. Plus, she missed being herself. "Villanelle." She reached out to feel the fabric of Bea's shirt. "I like your clothes."
"You should see how good they look OFF of me." Bea said, really unable to even help herself sometime. "Villanelle, huh? Sexy. I like it." She gave the woman a sexy little smirk, gesturing to the area around them. "So... what brings you to Monstropolis? I get a feeling that it's more than random curiosity."
"Actually, that's exactly what it is." Villanelle sighed heavily and shook her head. "Being on an alien planet is cool and all but it's actually really boring."
"No woman with a bod like that should ever have a chance to be bored." Bea said, giving her usual 'lecherous-but-somehow-adorable' grin. "Just saying, girl. DAYUM."
Villanelle barked out a surprised laugh (a clear sign of an unhinged mind right there). "Thank you! You'd think I was a leper or something for the lack of attention I've been getting." She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. "My Eve still doesn't think we're meant to be, but I think I'm wearing her down."
"Shit! If not, I am MORE than willing to scratch any itches you might have in the meantime..." Bea laughed, wagging her eyebrows at the other woman. She was certainly nothing if not very forward. "So... what's wrong with this Eve chick, that you gotta wear her down?"
Villanelle rolled her eyes in an overly exaggerated way. "WHERE to start." Ultimately there were a lot of things wrong with their... relationship, for lack of a better word. But what Villanelle was stuck on? "Ultimately she's very stuck in her ways. 'You can't do this, you can't do that. Murder is bad'. Blah blah blah."
Luckily? That was the kind of thing that was like water off a duck's back to Bea. "Pfft. Murder has it's place. I mean, should you technically go around all willy-nilly just offing people? Of course not. But I can't say I've never killed anyone. Lotsa people here can't say that. Have you killed anyone since arriving here?"
Villanelle gave Bea a very shrewd look. "Have you?" She countered. She hadn't killed anyone since arriving on Galador, to be fair. She was a contract killer, not Dexter fucking Morgan.
"Nobody that didn't have it coming." Bea snorted, giving a noncommittal shrug. "Like, nobody that wasn't trying to hurt me or mine. But what about you? You got my fine ass interested, now."
Villanelle rolled her eyes. "Nooooo." She did take a sick kind of joy out of murdering people. "No one's exactly advertising for a paid assassin these days."
"Oh, I'm sure they are..." Bea said, trying not to smirk. "You likely just have to go off-world to do it. I mean, be discreet and nobody on THIS planet ever has to know, right?" BEA WILSON,. LADIES AND GENTS! Role-model and influence extraordinaire!
"I happen to be very discreet," Villanelle replied, even as her eyes traveled over Bea's form. Other than Ever she hadn't been herself around someone for a very long time. It was freeing. "Tell me more."
"Well... there are ways of getting around the 'legality' of it, out here on other worlds." Bea told her, clearly still very much full of dubious morality. "See, you could become more of a bounty hunter. You go take hits on criminals, villains, etc. That way, you get to whack some bitches, scratch that killin' itch, and yet come out looking like a hero!"
Villanelle smiled spontaneously. "You don't think I'm a hero already?" There was something... not quite right about her, huh? "I think Eve would approve. At least for the legality of it."
"Sweetheart, I think you're a hero just for looking so goddamn good." Bea said, giving her a VERY obvious once-over. "You ever wanna know what it's like getting sexed up by a succubus, give a bitch a holler." She added with a cheesy wink. "But yeah... I mean, none of us can help who we are. What makes us "us", you know? But we can find ways of being ourselves that don't make us a menace to society, either."
"Like I said. I'm very discreet," Villanelle replied. She prided herself on some of her more subtle kills. Although... she did get reckless near the end there. "Something to think about."
"The new way of working? Or the me-fucking-you part? Because not gonna lie... I'm loving the idea." Bea said, giving a glorious little bounce of happiness as she said it.
It really was a magnificent bounce. "Can't it be both?" It had been a while.
"It most certainly can." Bea replied with a laugh. Sure, this chick was most definitely crazy... but like Bea wasn't? It just made her more likeable in Bea's eyes. "This? Is likely the beginning of a BEE-YOO-TEE-FUL friendship."
Villanelle looked Bea over. She tended to get bored of most people fairly quickly, but... this one had some promise, at least. She didn't have to hide who she was around her, didn't have to censor herself in anyway. "... I think you're right."