#karasantiago

         𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  that, Bluebell Madonna had forgotten she had a 'girls' night with Kara at her own place. The blonde was staring at the ceiling, smoking weed through her pipe, one of her cat was cuddled up between her legs, and the giant feline on the carpet next to her as if they were her loyal shield. On the center table, there was remnants from cocaine she had used a few hours ago, she was wearing her navy blue silk PJ. Her hair was tied in a messy bun.

               Not even four days had passed since Jamie’s dinner with Alex and she still couldn’t shake off the bittersweet taste it left. No, scratch that. For a woman who had it all, who could have anyone she wanted, a fuckin’ Alex Morales broke her. How the fuck did she let her ex-boyfriend broke her in such a way without even a blink? “I hate him.” Staring at the olives in her martini, Jamie was absentmindedly stiring her drink her mind still going over and over again over everything they have said to each other that night. The way he was looking at her, she could never forget it. “I swear to you, Kara, he wanted to see me just to throw a knife in my back. No, you know what? I did that. I stabbed him in his back. But you know what Alex did? He was looking at me straight into my eyes while he was throwing not a knife, but knives at me.”

BLUEBELL PLAYED some songs and others she brought Latin music like Brazilian funk, while she played she also began to drinking to get on the vibes with people, but always flashing a smile, jumping to pass energy on people to dance, and gesturing as if she was telling them to enjoying the rhythm. But once her music ended, she went to the backstage, took a shower, retouch her make up to wore a new outfit, and had more and more glass of whiskey that some of her workers was there with her. Then she stared her own image in the mirror noticing how lonely she really was, as another worker refilled her glass of scotch, and the blonde was already drunk. She forced a smile on the mirror as if she was trying to be convincing, rehearsing before leaving her backstage, with the glass on her hand. Hard to believe that the blonde was actually a bit introverted and sometimes she feels fed up with socialization but she knows it's part of OBLIGATION. And she talked to a few people, for those outsiders might think she was having a good time, and she talked to another group, smiling holding the whisky on her hand. And she saw Kara, and she waved to the brunette trying to get her attention. ❛ Excuse me, I have a meeting with my PR. ❜ She left, the group and whispered: ❛ You're my PR right now. I needed to get away from that people. ❜ She rolled down the glass of scotch. ❛ I need another glass. ❜

         BLUEBELL Madonna back in town after a small trip to Italy, that was really stressful to her. Her father won the presidency election in Italy again, and she had to be there for a few days, just to pretend her family is the perfect family. Waving, smiling to all people when she is just tired of faking. There is only one person that is quite annoying but know how her situation is like and 'understand her'. And he amuses her when he is not a little shit. Klaus. His place was the first place she went from the airport. She brought even booze for his place, to prove she is not there to piss him off. She rang on his doorbell, hoping to find him in home.

Probably Keys. It would be fun to see how it is to be a celebrity though I think I'd just use his money and spend a week in Jamaica or St. Barths.

THE fact that she didn't know Kara liked Klaus nor she didn't even tell Kara she liked Klaus. ❛ What?! No, I don't think so. ❜ The blonde is a bit aloof in this kind of matter.

Fuck: Rylan, marry: Kara, kiss: Bluebell. Who the fuck even added kill to this game when we can all be friends and have fun?