Thread: Hela, Clio, Gabriel & Ollie | "Gotta Raise A Little Hell."
WHO: Hela, Clio, Gabriel & Ollie (Will probably break off into two subthreads at some point) WHEN: Friday Night around 11pm WHERE: Some random club bar in town. WHAT: The boys accidently crash girls night. Ollie gets to finally meet Clio and unexpectedly her 'wild' friend. RATING: We don't pretend to know. But knowing atleast Ollie and Hela already, probably high AF.
It was a beautiful Friday night in Mystic Veil and Hela was not letting Clio sit in her room alone on such a perfect night. So in grand Hela fashion, she'd shown up wearing the tiniest ripped high waisted black jean shorts, which meant most of her ass was on display, fishnet stockings and an old band shirt that was cut to hell, showing glimpses of the strappy bra she wore under it and her own pale tattooed flesh. She didn't bother with heels, instead wearing her favorite studded black combat boots and leather jacket. And of course her usual eyeliner and red lipstick was in full effect. Messy black hair was left to its own devices. The raccoon had come into Clio's room as a whirlwind, demanding she put on something that sexy and fun, because they were going out to get trashed. And she wasn't taking no for an answer.
It wasn't long before they started the rounds of bars in Mystic Veil, easily talking cute guys into buying them drinks, dancing and then leaving for a new bar. This was probably their third, or was it fourth, bar of the evening. Hela knew her bestie was going through a lot, with Jerome's abuse always hanging over her like a dark cloud and now this reunion with Gabriel which wasn't exactly a reunion, because the two of them were still dancing around it like pussies. Not that Hela had even met the infamous Gabriel, but whenever Clio talked about him, she glowed, even if she didn't realize that she did. It was clear to Hela that the fury wasn't even close to over the rockstar. But she didn't have to be, even though Clio seemed reluctant to get close to him again. Hela chalked it up to the fact that she was scared to get hurt again. He had hurt her before, even if he hadnt' meant to.
But what Hela Wilde was really good at was distractions and being 'hella fun.' And she was never the type to leave her friend alone to go off with a guy, they were out to have a good time together, no matter how many a pretty boy that disappointed. Hela leaned on the bar of the dirty dive bar, looking as at home here as she did in a Hollywood club with her insta famous bestie.
"What'll it be ladies?" the bartender asked as he looked them both up and down. "Some sexy girlie shots for you?" He winked at Hela as his eyes were drawn to Clio's breasts. "On the house." Hela leaned over the bar more, giving him a great view of down her ripped up shirt.
"We'll take the whiskey, you can drink those 'sexy girlie' shots yourself, cowboy." With a wink she added, "On the house."