it was happening. again. she’d never been able to figure out what the hell about her last name was so endearing, appealing or attractive to strangers.
well. she knew why she was attractive; looks, and money. but the fact that so many people thought that they’d have even a glimmer of a shot with her, and the stack of cash they seemed to think that she was perched upon... god, it was infuriating. she spent most of her time throwing away whatever money she could get her hands on, on excessive drinking and the performers. ekaterina just couldn’t grasp their line of thinking.
not to mention, the man attempting to woo her in that current moment (though to say that he was attempting was incredibly generous) was giving her the creeps. standing too close, being far too touchy-feely... if erica hadn’t made a new years resolution about toning down the violence, she would have clocked him right in the nose the moment he strolled over to say hi, and the last thing she wanted to do was get kicked out of bliss. it’d become her home away from home in los angeles, but there had to be some other way to escape this dullard’s clutches.
she decided to let out a very loud and very fake laugh, laced with pain as she casts a short and swift glance around the room, hoping and praying that some other club-goer would notice the silent plea in her eyes that screamed ‘help me’.
all she had to do now was wait, she supposed, and hope someone had seen her cry for assistance.