𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐄 ╱ 𝑴𝑨𝑴𝑰 !

           She couldn’t help but feel excited around Joaquin. She never knew what to expect from him and she loved the thrill of not knowing but there was no way she’d ever admit this to his face. Lucia tilted her head back at him with an arched brow as he explained the game. Her lips curved into smirk as she watched him observe her. The blonde’s lips parted slightly at the look in his eye, causing her to slightly squirm in her seat. “I think I’ll enjoy your game of choice,” she teased before taking the quarter from his hand and turning to face the shot glass. Lucia shut one eye closed as she aimed before throwing the coin. She bit down on her bottom lip as she missed before shrugging softly. She stood up in front of Joaquin, slowly turning in a circle before speaking, “So what’ll it be, papi?” she says softly as her eyes meet his once again. “The choice is all yours.”

             he was for sure that he would have gotten a slap on the face once he has offered the fame but that was far from what had happened , seeing her take the quarter in her hand and completely miss it caused a smirk on his brims ❝ oh that’s sad ——— ❞ he teases her with a smirk on his brims as he looked at the blonde before him ❝ mh how about .... ❞ his hand smooths over her thigh and then down her leg ❝ how about we start with shoes , make it easy huh ? ❞ he snatched the coin away from her hand slides a shot her way ❝ come on mamacita . ❞ he says with a smirk as he slams the coin on the table , making it land inside the shot glass . grabbing another shot he slides it her way ❝ mh okay since i won, two shots and shoes and shirt off .... ❞ he snaps his fingers at her ❝ come on , PRINCESA. ❞

      Bethenny clasped her hands together as she slipped into his Jeep, letting her body language show how comfortable she was around him. Despite how Bethenny grew into her feelings for the hot older uncle figure in front of her, he truly was around for the Beauchamp family through their endeavors. She looked over at him, rolling her eyes and smacking her tongue. “Ugh… do you have to mention it?” She said, putting her attention onto the white glittery mountains in front of them. “I don’t know why he gets mad every time… it’s been a known fact I like to have a good time. It’s not my fault people are huge creeps and film me..” she whined and crossed her arms. “He wouldn’t do that… that’s too much, even for mister Mayor,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Besides that– I’m flourishing in ballet, thank you for asking. How about yourself?”

          joaquin had been part of the beauchamp family for quiet a while now , his parents had a strong connection to the founding family and the relationship with bethenny as well as Beckham grew . ❝ he’s looking after you , it’s what dads do . ❞ he said as he looks at her and then focuses on the road once again , the light from the moon making his arm sleeves shine . ❝ you don’t know what it’s like losing someone you love and hope omg that the next person doesn’t die or leave . you were too young but bella and your dad were the towns perfect couple . they were what everyone in this town aspired to be . ❞ he remembers how kind bella was to him and he smiles internally for just a few seconds . ❝ I heard about the ballet though , that’s very impressing but not really , I’d always knew you would excel in this . ❞ he says with a small smirk on his brims ❝ but as for me I have to leave town for a little bit , going hunting for some new tattoo artists ❞ lie . his real leave of wickery falls was something else but was he really going to tell her that ? No. not really . ❝ so where am i TAKING YOU ?  ❞

                gia squinted at him, giving him a judgmental look from behind her glass. “Really? I’m a good wife trying to keep my family together but thank you for your concern, Joaquin,” she said, joining him on the other side of the bar. “Well? What are we going to do? You know they can’t stay away from each other, right…” she said, looking down at the french bulldog strolling into the vicinity. “I told him he should really focus on himself, honestly.” 

                ❝ look gia, I’m not saying that you’re not a good wife . if anything you are the best wife dealing with him . ❞ he knew that sometimes he was too honest and at times that was his downfall but he pushes through ❝ I spoke up carson, I told him that the best thing he can do is bury his nose in school , parties and girls .... girls that are not bethenny beauchamp. ❞ he muses as he runs a hand through his hair ❝ but we all now carson doesn’t really like doing what he is told . ❞ a slight shrug of his shoulders as he leans on the wall , chocolate hues rest back on her features ❝ I told him that he could stay at my place until he sets himself up at almeda but I also need to tell you something and I need you be quiet about it , like you can’t go blabbing this to anyone and I mean anyone , familiar primero ? ❞

                  Lucia observes as Joaquin grabs the keys and locks the doors properly. She couldn’t help but return a grin as she listened to him speak about his experience with the scouts. Despite taking Spanish in high school, the blonde could only understand some things. “What did you say about something being pequeño?” she teases as she turns her back to him to grab the bottle off the wall before leaning down to grab a lime. “Predictable, I should’ve guessed that,” she says as she turns back around, pouring two shots and placing them on the bar. She puts the salt shaker next to the glasses before quickly cutting up the lime into wedges. Lucia hops over the bar and sits on the seat next to Joaquin’s. “We should play a game,” she suggests with a smirk as her eyes lock on his, her eyes shining with mischief. “And because I’m nice, I’ll let you pick.”

                 he was lying if he said that he didn’t like being around lucia, for some reason he could just talk to her and it would flow but then again , he was who he was and that would not change , he was cold and detached and always tried to be one step ahead of everyone . ❝ who doesn't  love a GOOD PATRON ? ❞ he asked with a a tilt of his head and smirk on his brims, watching as she jumped over the counter , chocolate hues glued to her grassy ones ❝ oh , letting me pick , I do not think that is very smart but you can’t take it back so let’s start .... ❞ he said as he looked at her with a small smile and he lets pearly whites bite down in his lower lip , his eyes scanning her as if she was the last thing on this earth . ❝ see this . ❞ he says as he pulls a quarter out of his pocket and aims it at the empty glass shot ❝ you make it , I take a shot and remove whatever piece of clothing you wish ... ❞ he says smirking at the blonde ❝ and vice versa , sounds good mona ? ❞

               dee was unsure how she was going to talk herself out of this one. she made numerous trips inside the tattoo shop pretending to get a tattoo but never really settling on one. when he excused himself she nodded and made her way to the couch that he directed to her. she took a seat and scrolled through her insta and tiktok as she waited growing bored of having no attention on her. however that all changed when he came back out and all she heard was mami. hearing the words leave his mouth made the girl nearly fall off of the couch. she adjusted her legs for a moment as she struggled to speak for a moment but then cleared her throat. “you know- “ she finally said.  “sitting here has me second guessing all my placement ideas.. “she said as she pulled her dress up a little more up her thigh. “i was thinking maybe something like my inner thigh, right- here.” she said rubbing the top of her thigh nearly exposing herself in the shop. then she quickly let her dress fall back down. “but since i dont know where i want it i guess i wont be getting anything tonight.” she said standing up. 

               His charm was infectious and she hated that it was. Lucia narrowed her eyes at him, “I’m stronger than I look, I’m sure I could drag your ass out of here if I needed to.” She knew that she couldn’t but she wasn’t about to let him get away with saying that she couldn’t. “I, at most, like seeing you. and only sometimes,” the blonde grinned as she watched Joaquin pull out a chair. “If anything, you’re the one who loves seeing me since you’re in here every time I’m working,” she teased as she pulled a set off keys out of her back pocket and put them on the counter for him to take, rolling her eyes at his comment. “I’ll pass on the blood oath and accept the scouts honor option even though I doubt you were ever a scout,” she replied with a laugh before pulling two clean glasses out from under the bar. “You wish you knew the kinky shit I was into,” Lucia smirked as she met his eyes. “So what’ll it be then, Mr De Leon?”

                       he stays put as he listens to her tell him that she’d be able to drag him out , hearing her bore out on how she only liked seeing him SOMETIMES  . his eyes did a dramatic roll and he watches her actions carefully , grabbing the keys and making his way to the foot he locks the three sets . turning round he makes his way back to her ❝  DONE , see . scouts honor and all . ❞ he muses towards her with a grin on his face ❝ plus , I was barred from the Little Rock’s Scouts , I didn’t have the playful and be kind to others thing NARROWED DOWN  , you know , jodia mucho cuando era pequeño . ❞ he speaks to her in his native tongue as his eyes scan the various labels on the wall , his eyes catching the usual little green bottle and his lips turning into a devious smirk ❝ let’s start with patron. ❞

                    it was honestly humorous how she would show up so much at his shop and just pretend she was interested in a tattoo. she knew it was something she would never get. she didnt find it professional, not that she was ever really going to get a job. however she had her own real reasons for not getting them on her skin. though they were mighty sexy to look at on others. when the man had excused himself and made his way to the counter she smiled. “ouch- i will have you know that i have a few ideas in mind for what i want to do. i just have to think of placements. i was thinking of doing them right under my chest.” she said. god it was pathetic how she tried so hard to be sexy around him. “you know like hold my boobs up and tattoo right under them.. i just havent made my mind up.” she looked around the corner a bit, “you arent busy are you? i dont want to take up all your time.. i just have some ideas.” she lied once more.

            franklin look at the male, he was covered in them and it made him a bit interested in maybe what his own story for the tattoos were. when the guy handed over the binder he nodded and opened the binder and began to flip through them. “you got some pretty talented artist here.” he admitted.”i was thinking about getting something on my upper arm, maybe like a half sleeve.” he said softly. “i have a few ideas and sketches of my own.. is that something i could just bring in here and have someone go by?” he asked the guy curiously. 

             “hmm, yeah. she probably tells you that a lot. why don’t she just cuts your hair? she knows how to talk so she’d know how to do it,” she rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall of her bathroom. fabienne looked up at her way taller brother. the brunette squinted her eyes. “valentines day?” she laughed softly. “it’s only january,” she said as she pointed at him. “wait …. do you have to tell me something?” she questioned. “who is it for huh?”

            he’s in his usual all black attire , hands inside his pocket as he enters the bar . playing with the drink in his hand he hears the familiar voice and a small smirk plastered on his brims  ❝ it’s not quite a surprise , isn’t it nena ? ❞ he lets his tongue dart out to dampen his brims, he takes the last little bit of the drink that he had been babysitting and downed it in one gulp . ❝ to be honest , I think I might just go ahead and say that it’s you who seems to be a little obsessed with me . ❞ he says as he looks at the blonde before him , he grabs a strand of her hair and places it behind her ear ❝ how about we get out of here and go to midnight pleasure , what do you say mamacita ? ❞

           it wasnt like dee was even the slightest bit interested in inking her own skin. she couldnt dream of ruining her skin with something so .. forever. however she had always thought that tattoos on other were beyond sexy. she had made numerous trips in and out of the tattoo parlor only to oogle the eye candy that worked there. it was pathetic really.she had nothing better to do with her day asides go into the parlor and once again pretend she was interested in getting something tattooed on her own body. her long red nails tapped the counter as she waited for the man to show her some attention. after a moment she cleared her throat. “excuse me.” she said softly with a grin. she was sure that he knew her intentions behind being there but it was fun to pretend that she was interested in something else. “what does a girl have to do to get some attention around here?” she asked in a sing song voice. 

      frankie had enjoyed little tattoo shops. sure franklin wasnt covered in them, but he did have a few. he had enjoyed getting inked because it was a way he could FEEL something. when he had felt so emotionless in his life the pain for the tattoos gave him feeling and hope that one day he could get back to the old him. as he entered the shop he looked over the walls. it was little place and it made him feel comfortable. when he had seen joaquin he hesitated. the guy did look a bit intimating and he nearly said nevermind and walked back out. though as he went to walk out he paused. “i wasn't sure.. if i needed to make an appointment or..” he trailed off unsure of how this shop worked. 

            she smiled at the sight of him, letting herself out graciously from the car and inching closer to him. ‘Thank god…’ she thought to herself as he was the one to help her. She nodded, giving him a smirk. “As long as I’m willing to take them?” She asked back and shook her head. “Obviously, out of all people, I’ll always take your help, Joaquin,” she said with an enticing look on her face. “As long as you don’t tell my dad because this is the second time this is happening,” she admitted, skipping away from the car. 

              there was no shocker that bethenny beauchamp was someone who usually got what she wanted and joaquin was somewhat of a people pleaser and yet the blonde femme in front of him was completely off limits . hearing how she would always take up his help , he couldn’t help but shakes his head and making his way to his jeep , opening the door for her , he nods his head getting on his side and slipping into the driveway . right hand on the steering wheel as he turned to look at her ❝ so how’s EVERYTHING GOING ? I’m surprised that beckham doesn’t have bodyguards with you after your drinking escapade . ❞ he asked as he lets the light of street lights glide through the car .

                     Her face was about 2 inches from her computer screen as she read through a legal note when the sudden sound of feet approaching her made her stomach drop and she turned around startled, feeling somewhat relieved when she saw who it was. She grabbed the nearly empty wine glass and brought it to her mouth, “You scared me. I thought it was my husband,” she said, finishing the rest of the red liquid as he pulled her away. She looked at him, her eyes widening and immediately finding issues in everything. “Excuse me,” she said, pushing past him and walking over to the mini-bar attached to the kitchen, pouring herself another glass. “You mean not tell Beckham that Carson, our godchild, aka the guy his daughter was hopelessly devoted to, is getting out at the peak of everyone’s career?” She asked him, her eyes becoming little slits as she looked at him. “Yeah, right, he’s gonna love that. He’s going to completely lose it,” she said, shaking her head. “Is Carson’s university entrance still set up?” She inquired. 

                      he rolls his eyes as looked at the brunette before him ❝ is your_ shitty husband_ really your main concern RIGHT NOW ?  ❞ he asked with a shake of his head . carson was someone who had it pretty rough , his mother was kidnapped and they never found her body or the kidnappers and his father had been shot by a cop and justice wasn’t served on his end , then juvie for almost half a decade . hearing her he shoves the rest of the donut in his mouth and sits down ❝ look , I get it that_ this involves them _but right now my main concern is carson, I don’t care about anyone but him , he has screwed up his life enough for someone who hasn’t even cared to check up on him . ❞ it’s not that he despised bethenny, if anything he adored her and he understood the situation but it seemed that the only person who gets hurt and punished her is his godson. nodding his head at her inquiry ❝ everything is set already , I spoke to the dean and he had to pick his books and dorm room the day he gets out  ❞

            it wasn’t a shocker for joaquin to be here , If anything this was his usual place and today he wasn’t having of the BEST TIMES . hands rest inside his pocket as he walks I asked the bar , her honey silk voice ringing through bar ❝ like if you even could drag me out of here . ❞ he says as he looks at her with a tilt of his head smiling ❝ come on , admit it . YOU LOVE SEEING ME  . ❞ he says chuckling and pulling the chair to take a seat . ❝ okay hear me out , how about I lock the door and you drink with me and I’ll help you clean up after we’re done , scouts honor or we can do a blood oath . whatever kinky shit you are into . ❞ his usual coquettish smirk covering his lips

             the brunette let out a soft laugh. “jo! if you’re going to be like this why don’t you just actually go to a barber?” she questioned. she gently brushed his hair as she spritz some water to make his hair wet. “no tanto lloriqueo!” she raised her voice, removing her hands from his hair. “i’m not going to cut your damn hair if you keep being such a baby. either you’re going to act normal or you’ll walk around with this hair. up to you,” she said and put her things down on the table and crossed her arms over each other.