@borndark / sc.
The Island Club is the last place that Kiara wants to be these days — scratch that. Blue Ridge is the last place that Kiara wants to be these days, which is exactly why she’s at the country club now. She’s already refusing to go back to school, refusing to stop seeing the Pogues... if she has to spend a few hours at the country club in an attempt to appease her parents... well, she has to at least try. But she had been anxious and jittery from the moment she’d gotten there, counting down the seconds — and that had only increased a tenfold when she’d spotted Rafe Cameron. She knows their next interaction won’t one of kindness, not after she’d fucked him over and left him stranded in Barbados and she doesn’t have time for him to try to kill her right now. So she’d ducked behind a wall, waited it out until she heard him leave and then took her chances at the bar. “Sofia, hey.” She calls, sliding into a seat. She isn’t entirely sure she would call Sofia her friend — but she’s maybe the closest thing she has here right now, the two having spent time together at the Bone Yard before her life became gold heists and chaos. “Was that Rafe Cameron I saw you talking to?” She questions. Her voice is casual, like she’s asking about the weather — but considering how vocal she had been about him being a murderer a few months ago, she’s sure it isn’t fooling anyone.
