WHO:Carol & Isabela WHEN: Late October Friday night WHERE: Nightclub somewhere WHAT: Carol and Isabela go out for a girls night; fun things happen! WARNINGS: drinking and pg13 handsy girls STATUS: Complete
There was something extra fun about getting all dolled up, going out, dancing until you damn near dropped, and then nursing the hangover and blisters the next day. Hydration was key, and so was a killer outfit - Isabela knew how to pace herself when it came to the first and also appropriately cloak herself when it came to the second. Tight leather pants were her staple, and this time it was a swinging gold crinkly top that set off the black-and-gold colour scheme she had going on anyway. Fit right in at the club, which was bi-level and had ‘theme’ nights - so happened, tonight was gay night. Lovely.
There would be good times without dancing on a tabletop (you’d spill drinks that way, not to mention fall off, break your arse, and show the world you weren’t wearing knickers) or ordering an appletini or loitering about looking lost. Like on the stairs. Annoying.
She also had a thing for leaving a dollar or so for the washroom attendant. It must be the worst job in the world, standing around listening to drunk people and their bodily functions, not to mention toilet flushing to cover the sound of snorting white substances off of surfaces.
“This place is grand!” Grinning widely, Bela picked up her Negroni (she kept it simple in clubs, no need to ask a bartender to take forever putting together something complex) and sipped from it, hips swaying a little to and fro to the beat of the current song. “I made the right decision, trusting a journalist to research the best clubs in the area.” And for someone who so rarely made right decisions? Hey, it was a big deal!
Carol hadn’t felt at all awkward doing that research either -gathering the twenty-something girls in the office and grilling them on the best places and their locations -it was important to be able to get home safely or to find a decent place to get some greasy take away to sober up on the walk home. They were things she’d always kept in mind while partying in New York.
She wasn’t quite up to scratch on things, although the form fitting jeans and her old faithful backless scoop shirt, it was probably a little out of date, but Carol wasn’t looking to attempt to fit herself into something she shouldn’t even try to wear these days. Sticking to her vodka-orange drinks for the laid back ease of the evening, Carol couldn’t help but agree that this was a fairly good place.
“I had a pie chart and spreadsheet at the ready.” Not quite, but Carol did go to some extreme lengths in the name of research. “Could have the first introduction to the nightlife being lacklustre.” And Carol figured why not go for broke when it came to partying? “No point in disappointing the newcomers.”
“You’re sweet,” Bela cooed, long lashes batting playfully. “Like you’re on the official welcome wagon or something.” She hadn’t been in the OC too terribly long, enough time to get her ‘business’ (of an illegitimate nature) set up and somewhat of a decent client base, but not long enough to know which clubs or bars to recommend at the drop of a hat. So she was grateful for the help, and the chance to get out - though the last time she wandered into a place simply based on the name alone, no research, she’d found Hawke (again) and that was an enjoyable end to the evening.
Maybe he’d be up for a repeat performance. She’d have to send him a message and see.
“I’ll also be your winglady if you’re looking for someone to take home,” she added helpfully, motioning to the dance floor with her drink, a clink of ice in the glass. Lots of selection out there, on this glorious gay night. “If ladies are your thing. Are they?” Colour her interested.
Were ladies her thing? Carol remembered college, before the seriousness of the work she was doing, she remembered those experimental evenings and the silly party games. They weren’t not her thing if she went by that. But then, did college wildness count?
“Every few months we run a section of the magazine, where to go, places to visit, the usual. It’s mostly sponsored by the places we recommend, but I’m fairly adamant that we’re honest in our reviews.” She wasn’t going to catch heat because she recommended a place that turned out to be a total infestation. No thank you.
Gay night was probably the best night to try it out, avoid the usual sleaze of drunken attempts to flirt -not that women didn’t get just as bad sometimes, but hands tended not to find their way between her butt when it was mostly women. “Well, I don’t think I’d be averse to it, but I think I’m just window shopping right now.” There was that whole ‘get back on the horse’, but Carol felt she needed a little more time to grieve, let her heart heal, before she started to lead anyone else on. “But the offer goes the other way, if you’re on the prowl.” And couldn’t Isabela just be that kind of panther. Couldn’t she.
Oooh, window shopping. That was a cute term, Isabela enjoyed it. “Well, if you ever want to give it a go, just for some fun, I wouldn’t be averse to it,” she teased, with a wink, leaning on the edge of the bar - magnificent ass in the air and nearly spilling out of her top, that was the perfect, feline-on-the-hunt pose for this black market dealer. “No strings I’m pretty good at. You know, friendly friends, that sort of thing.” She obviously wasn’t opposed to hookups, but was just kind of picky about who she hooked up with - hence why she probably wouldn’t be looking for random pink tacos to enjoy.
“So no prowling for me, really, we’ll just have lots of fun. Like with dancing. Do you want to dance?” she asked, downing her drink and giving a little shimmy at the shiver the coldness caused. “I bet you’ve got some decent moves.”
It wouldn’t be too terrible an idea, would it? Not that she knew the woman at all, but still more than any of the other people there. Carol just offered a flirty smile, finishing the remainder of her drink to follow suit before pushing the glass back on the bar.
“I’ve got plenty of moves I can show you.” So, she didn’t get to flirt that often, and it was definitely fun to cut loose. A night on the town, friendly company, friendly very attractive company. There was nothing wrong with just dancing the night away and seeing where it went.
No strings, no expectations.
Taking Isabela’s hand with that same smirk, Carol weaved their way through to a little section of dancefloor, completely unaware as to just what song was playing but the beat was easy to catch on to. The lack of space just worked for them, entirely justifying Carol moving in so that there was barely an inch of space.
Carol was quite talented at getting into the spirit; Isabela was already impressed, and she was usually the one doing the leading - but with such a ‘take charge’ attitude and a great ass encased in those jeans to watch and follow, why not just go with it? The lights made her top even more glittery, eye-catching, when they arrived on the dance floor and Bela let loose with a bewitching spin and a sway, laughing, also moving in closer like there were magnets stashed within her and her dance partner. Feisty!
“Not bad so far, kitten. Or actually, you’re probably more like a tigress, aren’t you?” she teased, over the thumping bass and the noise. But the club played decent music, at least the DJs seemed to know what they were doing. Her arms draped around Carol casually, while she moved and grooved, and she even turned to back up her own lovely derriere against the other woman - oh, certainly, cop a feel! Not a soul would mind!
There came a point where even Carol needed to say ‘screw it’ and let herself just enjoy. And maybe this was a perfect time to do such a thing. Kitten probably didn’t suit her, no, although she wasn’t sure if tigress did either, she could fake it til she made it.
It helped that Isabela apparently had no shame, or reservations, and Carol could just follow that lead right there. Letting her hands wander, the smooth leather soft under her fingers while Isabela showed off that sweet ass, swaying along with the music and pressing tight along Isabela’s back.
“I suppose we’ll need to wait and see if that’s true.” Like if Carol managed decide if she were confident enough to take Bela home with her.
Bela laughed merrily - she loved having fun, reveling in untamed wildness; it was the symbol of freedom, which she coveted and valued like the finest of treasures. There was nothing that would make her give that up, nothing at all - she’d already been sold out into the prison cell of marriage by her own mother, for the sake of ‘tradition,’ and she wasn’t about to go through that again. Making her own choices was important - so if she decided to hook up with a new friend, then fine. It was a choice made, and it wasn’t like her sense of freedom would be threatened. Mostly it’d just be a romp to boost Carol’s confidence a bit, you know, get her feeling good about herself, show her that she was beautiful and fun company.
“You’re a lady of mystery, I think I like that,” she grinned, and turned back around to get in close - hand on the back of the woman’s neck, Isabela leaned in and kissed her briefly, playful, it was more like a game she’d just invented, tongue running between them when their mouths touched. At the very least, they could snog on the dance floor for a little while, even if Carol didn’t want to go all the way.
It had been years since Carol had made out on a dance floor, probably before she got overly involved in chasing mobbed up gangsters in New York. She got so serious, didn’t she. But it was fun, the anticipation of just not knowing, it made Carol smile against the press of Bela’s mouth.
She was bold and flirty and fun.
Carol could work with this, leaning in to the teasing, hands sliding around Isabela’s waist to sit firmly on her butt, swaying all the more closer. A well timed squeeze to that delectable butt was just a spur of the moment too.
For Isabela, it had actually been awhile since she’d made out on the dance floor too. It felt like she was always running, demons and harsh reminders and trouble constantly nipping at her heels - the weight of it sometimes bogged her down, was like barbells strapped to her chest, but she pushed onward and kept going. Not thinking about it was usually her MO, and so that’s what she did.
Eventually it would all catch up to her. She’d see what she had done hurt people, in the last life. In this life. What happened after, well, who was to say. Maybe people could change their perspectives.
Now though, she wasn’t looking to change anything about this moment. Except for maybe where she placed her hands - doing a bit of ass grabbing all on her own, smoothing down Carol’s hips and back up, all in this game of dance floor seduction, a leg slipped in between her thighs. And a progression of kissing, since the blonde didn’t pull away - it made Bela smile too; there was so much darkness, so many swarming lights, that no one even really paid much attention. They went back to their drinks or their own dancing - intimacy was possible, in this type of darkness.
The next kiss went south, lips by Carol’s ear for a whisper - that was slightly higher in volume considering the music, but. “Having fun?”
It was easy to get lost in this place, to just melt into the dance floor with all the others, the couples getting handsy, the ones in the corner pretending the rest of the room didn’t exist. It was simple to ignore everything else and just enjoy herself.
“Definitely.” And she was, genuinely. She didn’t tack on to Bela that she was surprised she was enjoying herself, it felt a little rude. But Carol hadn’t truly enjoyed herself for a while this was a very pleasant surprise and enough of one for Carol to grab hold and milk it for as long as she could.
It felt nice, it felt exciting, the dip and flutter in her stomach at the soft brush of Bela’s lips against her ear, the feel of smooth, warm and soft skin under her fingertips as she skimmed up from Isabela’s butt to her waist to get some skin there. She let one hand trail along the back of Bela’s thigh, pulling their legs closer and providing a little more stability to grind against one another. “I think you’re a terrible influence though.” In all the best ways.
“Oh, but I am,” Isabela purred, such a bad kitty. They were in the epicentre of the place, a swirling vortex, and it was definitely easy to lose yourself - in the music too, the way the sounds transitioned seamlessly and it was just whirling rush of bass and echoing words, lights flashing in a roar of colours.
She wouldn’t stop the kissing either, the dirty bump and grind, and she didn’t seek out anyone else - no, it was just Carol who got her attention, eyes that looked nearly black in the club and the dimness raking over her form. “I’m harmless though, kitten, really,” she promised - and that was mostly true. Harmless to those who didn’t try to fuck her shit up, or ruin her business transactions. Rude.
“Should we get out of here, then? Go someplace quieter if that tickles your fancy?”
Maybe Carol should say no, stay there in the little cocoon that wasn’t really real. But she played it safe constantly now, picking carefully so as not to get overly attached or interested, not to step outside a carefully constructed box designed to keep her safe from anything that hurt. It just so happened to stop her from really living at all either.
But maybe Bela was harmless. Because she was just being friendly -exceptionally friendly- and it was just some fun. And Carol missed fun. “Yeah,” it was practically breathed from Carol’s mouth into Bela’s, the space between them almost being nonexistent. “That sounds like a perfect idea.”
She could take Bela home with her, see what happened, just roll with it and enjoy whatever it was.
Her smile was coy in response, and it promised all sorts of things - fun was just the tip of the iceberg. Isabela had in mind pleasure, and lots of it - she was quite talented with both hands and that silver tongue of hers and not to mention, she knew how to really navigate a woman’s body (even if every woman was different - that was the fun in learning).
“Great, let’s be off then,” she looped her arm around Carol’s, prepared to escort her out of the club. And back to the blonde’s place, if that’s what she wanted - she’d lead the way, and then that’s when the most magical portion of the evening would begin. “I can’t wait to get you out of those jeans, love.”
Oh yes, completely harmless. And no awkwardness in the morning! Girl Scouts honour. Just a little good, clean (dirty) fun. Sometimes you simply needed that, and well, it was what Isabela was good at providing. Saints would be ever so jealous.