❝ LIV NUNÈZ.

Why draw a dick between her legs when he can put his real dick between her legs. It wouldn’t be the first time they fooled around inside the tattoo parlor after closing hours. For a while, before he left to join the Locals Only Tour, it was Olivia who got him through the many ups and downs with Camila. She was heaven-sent but with devil horns and a pitchfork tail like him. The only times he couldn’t stand being around her was when her friend would show up. Dante’s sister was a thorn in his side. He wouldn’t be opposed to hanging out with her now, knowing how much it would bother Dante. He still needed to even the score for the black eye and his comments on Camila. 

“Oh, he looks bad. Then again he always looked bad.” Gage grinned as he accepted the rotating cigarette. “If you wanna know who it is. It was Dante fucking Travers. I might have told him I banged his sister in his bed. Before you chew me out, it was a lie. I only said that to rile him up. But now I’m thinking I owe him one. So if you and Trix ever wanna get together… I have an empty apartment and a shit ton of pot.” His bed was small and on the floor, but in the right positions they could make it work. 

He lays down beside her when she gets comfortable on her back, and looks at her hips and stomach as her shirt rises. She was smoking hot and he was a little too horny for this. Her idea to make Camila jealous, however, told him she was on the same page. Why sulk when you can get revenge? “I’m not pussy whipped. I’m not even getting pussy from her. She’s still with her dumb boyfriend. But if you wanna help me make her jealous, I’m down. You’re evil… You know that, right?” He says as he pulls his phone out of his pant pocket and ‘accidentally’ texts her. 

“Done and done. Guess we’ll be taking this show to the pier. I’ll buy you a slice.” 

-

He must've known her well because the second he mentioned banging Stella and using her to piss off her brother, Liv saw red. They may be friends, and he may be a fun dick to ride but Stella was her girl. She'd break his precious penis before she ever let him anywhere near her.

Sure, Stella could probably take care of herself and Liv had no room to talk or prevent Stella from seeing other people and boning them while she did the same things herself but it was the circumstance that bothered her. The devil was in the details.

"You better be joking," she warns. Albeit, she lightens the mood again with a rough, playful shove to the shoulder. "I'm not sure you're Trix's type, to be honest. Then again, I think she has boned a few animals. And if you're proposing what I think you're proposing, then you need to get in line." Because he was being so openly candid with her, Liv felt compelled and comfortable to do the same. "I'm already trying to line one threesome up. If it doesn't pan out the way I hope, maybe we'll give you a call. Just don't hold your breath. Or maybe you should. I've met her brother. Sick fuck. Mean as can be. I'd hate to be you if you ever did manage to con Trix into fucking you and he found out. I'll write you a good eulogy though." Scouts honor.

As she waited for him to type out and send the texts, Liv absentmindedly drew invisible lines across her taut stomach, tempting Gage without actually meaning to. "Actually, I appreciate the slice but do you think you can loan me a gram? You know, just in case I need to sweeten the punch for what I've got going on later?" It seemed fair enough. Not that mauling Gage in public was truly horrendous. In fact, it would be her greatest pleasure.

"We should go. Just in case she's close by and we need to beat her there." Liv sat up and closed the door to his van before hopping into the passenger seat up front.

She was sorry for the slut shaming comment but wouldn’t take it back. Dante passed his pride down to her. He taught her to never apologize for speaking up when you feel a certain way. And although it came across as too harsh, she was angry at Olivia for keeping secrets. And jealous that she was with some Siesta tool bag, probably getting fucked in his fifty-thousand-dollar bed. Meanwhile, she was sleeping at the lifeguard station on the beach. Well, she was until she found a vacant pool house that she broke into. But Olivia didn’t know anything about that because she was too busy with her new beau. 

“Nothing. I don’t care if you’re fucking him.” Her eyes roll as she takes down another shot. By the time they leave the bar, she’ll be walking sidewalks into traffic. “It doesn’t bother me!” Now she’s whining, but there’s a cute little smile playing at the corners of her lips. She felt like she was being teased and it made her nervous. She hasn’t had a crush in a very long time and all these weird feelings were rushing back and gathering in her tummy. 

But just as quickly as those butterflies came, they flew away just as fast. Now there were scorpions in her stomach and chest, pinching and biting at every nerve that makes her hurt and sad. HER Olivia was being screwed. What did that mean for THEM? Was she not going to dance and make out with her now that she has a man? Her abandonment issues were showing and she needed another shot. 

“You think I’d like him? Fat chance.” She sighed, smiling to hide the discomfort. Yet she knows if she doesn’t give him a fair shake, Olivia will leave her behind to start a new life with him. You know what they say about boyfriends, after a while they become your best friend. Then, poof, no more Lix. No more Sole Sisters. “If you want me to meet him so bad, fine. It’s better than you hiding him from me. Should we hang out with him tonight? I’m almost drunk enough.” 

-

“There’s the girl I know and love.” A hand reached out to grip Stella’s and give it a good, reassuring squeeze. “Thought I lost you there for a second.” This is why Liv loved Stella. She was one of the coolest chicks Olivia’s ever met or had the pleasure of knowing. They vibed really well, despite their often opposing interests. Stella loved to surf and skate, linger around in a t shirt and her underwear and smoke pot all day, while burying her nose between the pages of comic books. Liv could relate to the no-pants, smoke pot all day part but not so much the rest.

She was artistic though, which she’d have to be as a tattoo artist and as a dancer. So the comic books, she got. Even if she never surrendered to reading any herself. At the end of the day, their small differences didn’t matter. They got each other on a more spiritual level. Hell, Liv would even say Stella was her soul mate, hence their matching “sole sister” tats on the soles of their feet. They were twin flames. And they enjoyed fondling and making out. It was hard to define what they were because, Liv personally believed there was no word in the human dictionary that could describe the feelings they have for each other, or encapsulate their bond. It was unbreakable, far as she was concerned. Even if Stella harbored her own doubts.

“Listen,” it wasn’t often that Liv admitted defeat, or when she was wrong. She was every bit as prideful as any man, “I’m sorry I’ve been so awol lately and I didn’t tell you about Adem. I honestly don’t know if there’s even anything to tell. We’ve hooked up a few times, so what? He’s even taken me out on a few dates. You know me, I think that kind of stuff is corny. A little cute but... I don’t know. I’m not mushy. I don’t know how to address this sort of stuff without making it sound vulgar and weird. He’s cool and I like him. Maybe it could be something or maybe I’m not cut out for that. Either way, I’d never want some boy to come between us. You’re still my girl. When there’s something major going on or I feel like there’s something important happening you should know, I promise I’ll tell you. Until then, it’s just fun. But, you are right. I have been sorta neglecting you for him and I don’t want to do that. Plus, you’ll like him. He likes comic books. Makes all sorts of horror movie references I don’t understand. Sometimes, I honestly think he’s another version of you but with a dick and way less cooler.” Olivia was attempting to cheer her up when she pinched her bestie’s cheeks and then grabbed her face to lull her into a sultry kiss. One that, hopefully conveys how sorry she is.

“Yeah, well.” His looks were the only thing he has. Living in Siesta Key was a constant reminder that he didn’t fit in with all the high rollers who were living in their big houses with their big families. It’s what Camila wanted too, but he couldn’t give that to her. One day, he’ll inevitably have to let her go, but today wouldn’t be that day. His plan to win her back was rocky thus far, but he believed in it. However, in the meantime, he wasn’t going to sit around like a virgin not getting laid. So if Liv wanted to go at it for old times’ sake, he would be down. 

“I’m paying you now, princess, you’re drinking my beer.” He smirked, keeping the brim of the bottle pressed against his lips. “If you supply the ink, I’ll tattoo you. ‘Locals only’ across your left ass cheek. That would be hot. Maybe, ‘liv and let die’ under your boob?” It was no surprise that he was naming all provocative body parts. When was he not horny? Maybe Cami was right and he’s just a dog forever chasing a bone. 

“Why would you quit? You’re like the hottest girl there. The Titty Twister won’t survive without its Santanico Pandemonium.” Giving her shoulder a nudge, he lights up another cigarette before passing it over. “—Red card, dude. I didn’t get my ass kicked. You should see the other guy.” Dante wasn’t as bad off. But Gage had too much pride to admit defeat. He’ll pay the big idiot back when he screws his sister in the back of his van without a condom. 

“Things are whatever, you know? I tried to get back with my ex but she wasn’t having it.” He’s talked about Camila a bunch of times to Olivia but never name-dropped. At first, Liv thought he made her up, but as time passed by she could see how torn up he was over this mystery woman. “She blue-balled me twice. Black and blue face and black and blue balls. Does God hate me or what?” 

-

"Har, har." As her sarcasm faded, a smile blossomed in its place. Crude as he was, he came with great ideas. "You know, I actually wouldn't be opposed to either concepts. So long as I can trust you not to draw a dick between my legs when you get finished." She'll consider his offer.

In the meantime..... her grin grew twice in size, as he proclaimed her the hottest twister at that god forsaken club. Liv enjoyed her time there, and she made a few friends along the way. ( Like Gage ) so, she couldn't say the experience was a total waste of her youth. It had its perks. And likewise, it's drawbacks.

"If this other guy looks as terrible as you, I'm not sure I want to." She was only teasing as she took a drag of the cigarette he offered her, before handing it back.

Afterwards, she leaned her head against the pillows he had bordered along the back of his van and laid her hands to rest over her stomach. "Your ex sounds like a total bitch, no offense. She's always jerking you around. Dude, you gotta get over it." She knows he's in love or whatever. He didn't have to say it outright for it to be made obvious. At the same time, she hated seeing him get so down over one girl. Even if she was THE girl, it still wasn't cool. Gage was a good guy. A little rough around the edges, and he might've worn the mouth of a sailor but it was still a good mouth. It brought her to orgasm multiple times. And it could again, if they were to allow it. "You sound pussy whipped. Are you sure all this heartache is even worth it? I mean, I get you love her and all but.... I hate that she doesn't see how awesome you are. Smelly, but still awesome."

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her and Liv sprang up. "You know what we should do? Instead of you feeling sorry for yourself. Frankly, it's lame." She pauses for a beat to dig out her phone. "We should make her jealous. Tell her to meet you somewhere, and then text her back and be like 'oh sorry, wrong text'. It'll get her thinking. She'll probably show up wherever it is because, she's a girl and we're jealous and nosey as fuck. And then.... you can grab me and we'll make out. She'll see what she's missing and come crying back to you like.... oh baby I'm so sorry, I made a huge mistake. Fuck me again please." Sounds cruel but, its effective. "Trust me, it works every time."

“Oh hey, Tiny Dancer.” He smiled, leaning away from his van to hand her a cold beer from the cooler. Gage worked as a bartender for a few weeks at the club before switching to stagehand. In his time at Sky Lounge, they became close and sometimes even closer. “Ah well, this—” he points at the bruise on his face with a smirk “—just me an old friend catching up. But don’t worry, I wouldn’t take a swing at your pretty face. I know it sells tickets.” He teased, taking a seat in his van. There was enough room for the both of them to sit with the door open while still enjoying the ocean breeze. “You know, I was planning on seeing you. I just won’t be back at the club until the next theme change. But if you’re ever up to hanging out, we could go barhopping and get more regrettable tattoos—for old-time sake..” 

-

The nickname, although meant to be an affectionate gesture on his end, caused Liv to visibly cringe. She liked it. It's just that, it reminded her of her mom before she passed. She used to call Liv her tiny dancer all the time, as Olivia curtsied around the house and their dining room table.

"So does yours." Gage might've forgot but, Liv never did. The atomic bombshells loved him. They'd all try to drink with him after their shift ended or begged him for rides in his van ( and around his dick ). Some he indulged, others he rejected. He was hot commodity at the club until he got fired. But even the manager's wife loved him and would probably hire him back.

"Don't mind if I do." The invite to pop a squat with him in his van was well received. Liv not only helped herself to the open spot next to him, but to one of the cold beers in his mobile cooler. "I'll never say no to a bar crawl. But, you do realize that one of these days you're going to have to pay me for all the free ink. Maybe my generosity is still the reason why I can't quit the club." She wanted to. But, she owned the owner a lot of money still and he refused to let her go until payment was fully received. "How are things? Aside from you getting your ass kicked by your friend?"

What the hell? She gave Olivia an opening and she refused to take it. That bitch. She knew damn well Olivia knew what she was referring to. If not, then how many secrets was she actually keeping from her? More than just this one? She was so flustered her cheeks turned pink and she had to take another shot to steady herself. 

“An open book —or open legs?” She blurted out before she could catch herself. Ugh, she was so embarrassed! Did she actually sound as jealous as she thought? Reel it back in, Stell. “I mean, it’s just— I saw you with some random guy at Putt Putt Please.” She takes another deep breath before relaxing into her chair. That felt so good to get out. “So Putt Putt Please tell me why you’re keeping him a secret??” Did she think she would freak out? They made out and did a few other things, but that didn’t mean anything… Right? No, they were just having fun. 

“It’s not like I care. But, like, it explains why you’ve been a little more distant lately. Are you guys, like, seeing each other or… what? What’s his name? Who is he? Have you guys fucked yet?” The other questions didn’t really matter. That last one, however, was the real question she wanted an answer to. 

-

“Wow.” Now, she’s not only confused but lowkey offended. Olivia was used to people judging her for putting on skimpy lingerie every night and shaking her ass for a room full of dusty, old men on stage at Sky Lounge where she works. But, it felt different and weird coming from someone who was supposed to be one of her best friends. Or, what she considered a best friend.

It’s not like Liv ever had many, to compare Stella to. “Slut shaming, cool.” Liv was frustrated and taken aback as she ordered another round. She’d need one to ward off the internal jealousy fired her way.

Rather than get defensive and explain herself, because Liv’s not so sure Stella wanted to hear it or would even understand, she decided to approach the matter differently. Clearly, she was referring to Adem. Who, Liv personally didn’t see as a threat. If anything, she was the threat to him. To his livelihood, to his trust fund, and eventually to his heart. Olivia was using him to tackle a greater agenda. To her, it was no big deal. But to Stella, it meant something dastardly.

“So what, if I am?” Her elbow raised against the bartop before Olivia propped her chin above her folded hand. “Does that bother you?” She was calling Stella’s bluff and attempting to draw out her deeper, pent up aggression. “We’re seeing bits of each other, yeah. I guess you could say that.” In other words, they were hooking up. “Last I checked, I was a single woman. And I like sex. What’s the big deal? It’s not like we’re getting married.” Although, if the pay off was better that way.... Olivia wouldn’t be totally against it. “Oh c’mon! Chill out, Stelly.” Just as quickly as she’d gotten offended, the strife melted away and she couldn’t help but laugh at this whole stupid ordeal. She thought it was cute how wound up Stella always was. “We’re just having fun, okay? We’ve fooled around a couple of times. He’s funny but kinda dumb. You know, I really think you’d like him if you gave him a chance.”

“So you’re saying hypothetically if you had one, you would live on it? Or are you saying if I buy a yacht, you’ll play house with me and move in?” He chuckled, letting his imagination run wild. He would be on board with the idea of her cooking him breakfast in her underwear while he channel surfs in bed. That’s the fantasy for every man, isn’t it? Bag a beautiful girl and live in paradise. 

Yet— his father would never go for it. Adem might be twenty-five, but his father was the one controlling his life. He could make things really hard on his son if he wanted to. “Yeah, my family is super rich. By extension, that makes me a baller, you’re right. But my father is basically a supervillain. He’s super into Greek mythology and considers me lucky that I’m not bound to a stone and being fed on by a giant bird. If he knew I liked someone, he’d probably pay them off to stay away from me. Then they could buy their own yacht.” He was beating around the bush, not ready to tell her that she’s the one he’s referring to. She’s been more fun than he expected and he could see them getting way more serious. “But you’re right. YOLO, huh? If it’ll get you in a bikini it’ll be worth it.” 

-

“I don’t know,” she tapped a manicured finger against the lid of her coffee cup. “Guess you’ll just have to buy it and find out, won’t you?” She was calling his bluff and challenging him at the same time. She imagined playing house with him on a fancy boat would be just as fun as playing the role of his girlfriend on land. Not that, they made anything official between them yet. But, Liv at least hoped Adem was thinking of her in that way because then it meant her plan was working.

At the same time.... what Adem revealed next gave Liv another idea to think about. Maybe conning him out of his trust fund and breaking his heart in the process wouldn’t be necessary. So long as she lands the role of his girlfriend and sells it in front of his father, Supervillian Kaplan will pay her off to skip town and poor Adem would be spared. She might still break his heart but at least he won’t be heartbroken AND poor.

“On second thought, maybe it’s not the brightest idea to piss off your father. I want your parents to like me.” Half of the battle was winning them over, the other half was meeting them. And right now, Liv had no idea how close she was to either. But, she hoped by showing an interest in impressing them, he might see her as someone worthy of bringing home to give it a try. “I mean, unless you don’t see this possibly going there....? For all I know, we could just be having fun. In which case, I guess that’s cool too.”

Stella wasn’t sure if she could believe Liv’s excuse for being late. Did some asshole really cut her off? Or was she too busy frolicking with pretty boy to show up on time?  “It’s not really a phone conversation. I want to see your reaction.” She’d be able to tell if she was lying to her. Or at least she hoped so. They were super close and have been for a long time, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have secrets. Obviously. 

The second Olivia shrugs her jacket, Stella’s eyes scan over the perfect curves of her perfect body. She wishes she could fill out a top like her. “Why do you have to look good in everything? I hate you for that.” She still manages a smile in spite of her jealousy.  

“Buuuut,” she shoots her shot back for some liquid courage before leaning in. “The reason I called you is not to talk about how hot you are, shocker. No, it’s about your little secret. So fess up and I’ll let you off the hook.” 

-

If Olivia was more in tune with other people’s feelings, she probably would’ve noticed that something felt off between her and Stella. Sure, they haven’t spent as much time together lately, but that couldn’t be it.

Hopefully this dinner slash drink date would bring forth some clarity.

“Can’t help how my momma made me.” Liv was an existing reminder of her mother every day, who she lost when she was very young. And, who she missed more than words could ever describe.

“Bummer.” Liv could’ve happily drank to how hot Stella believed she was. Nevertheless, she sucked back her shot anyway and braced herself for the letdown. Although, instead of disappointment.... came bafflement, as Liv stared at her bestie in confusion. She kept secrets but, rarely from Stella.

Frankly, she had to wrack her brain trying to decipher what the hell Stell was even referring to. Unfortunately, she came up empty. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But, I’m an open book so if there’s something I’m missing and you wanna know about, you know I got you. I ALWAYS let my freak flag fly, baby.”

location: marina 

for: anyone! (could be a stranger passing by or someone he knows / is hanging out with) @siestastarters

Adem had his eye on a yacht for a couple years now. He was supposed to get one after graduating from university, but his father decided he had enough toys and wanted him to buckle down and take his future seriously. But that doesn’t stop him from visiting Mariners Marina at least once a week to marvel at the boats. He knew he could make a purchase right now if he wanted to, but not without consequences. 

As a socially gifted person, his attention was averted the moment he saw someone passing. “I would kill for a yacht. Imagine the unbelievable parties I could throw? Dude, I would live on it. Okay, I wouldn’t live on it… but maybe.” 

-

“Dude, you’d totally live on it. But, then again so would I.” For the past couple of weeks, Olivia and Adem have been seeing each other. And by that, she means hooking up. A little make out here, a little groping there... and before they knew it... all clothes and likewise, all bets were off. The rapport and bond between them was growing, much to Liv’s BFF’s dismay. Not that Adem OR Stella knew Liv’s true intentions behind it all. If they did, she’s not so sure either would be thrilled or happy with her. Especially Adem though. “Isn’t your family like, super rich? If you want a yacht, buy a fucking yacht. As cliche as it sounds, we only live once. Might as well make the most of it.”

closed starter for this bitch @olivianunez​

Stella’s very much a people person. She has lots of friends and is never opposed to making more. Regardless, she has only one best friend. She considers Olivia her solemate and sole sister (thus the matching tattoos on the soles of their feet; tattooed by Olivia herself when she was practicing her new gun). Stella trusted and loved her completely, so imagine her surprise when she catches her with some handsome stranger leaving Putt Putt Please the night before. With much to catch up on, Stella called Olivia and asked her to meet her at The Red Bar. She wanted to know why this mystery man was kept a secret. Sole sisters were starting to sound an awful lot like no sisters. Granted, she has no real reason to be upset— unless she’s jealous. 

-

“Sorry, I’m so late. Some asshole totally cut me off on the way here.” From the sound of Stella’s urgent: “bitch we need to talk” over the phone, Liv could only assume she either had hot goss’ to share or she was in some deep shit again. Either way, Olivia was there in a heartbeat. After all, that’s what sole sisters are for, right? “What was so urgent you couldn’t tell me over the phone? Spill. Now. I’ll grab us drinks.” It didn’t take Liv long to flag down their bartender and demand two shots of patron to get them started. All the while, she slipped off her leather jacket and made herself extra cozy next to Stell on her bar stool.