payback is a bad bitch || bianca & lola
bianca finishes the job she was given, regardless of her situation with the aces at the moment. following lola to a club, the two end up partying together and bianca uses that as her chance to strike.
Bianca had managed to track down Lola pretty easily, the girlās hair was hard to miss. Sheād been following the girl for a couple of hours now, waiting til the opportunity arose to put her plan in motion. Sheād been kicked out of the warehouse, but she still considered this her mission. Once it was over, Owen could choose to see he was wrong or they could part ways officially. But that couldnāt be her focus now, her focus was Lola, who happened to be stepping into a club at that very moment. Bianca, following a good distance behind, entered the club as well, moving through the crowd to the bar. Taking a seat, she ordered a drink and waited, knowing the girl would eventually make her way to the bar. It didnāt take long, Lola was right near Bianca, ordering a drink. Finally, she spoke up and made her presence known, āWhat brings you here tonight? I happen to be trying to get fucked up enough to forget how much of a piece of shit Owen Milligan is.ā She smirked, taking a sip of her drink.
After a long, long day of scamming men who just simply didnāt know any better than to trust a pretty girl with an ulterior motive, Lola couldnāt think of a better way to end her night than to hit up one of Torontoās finest clubs. She walked hastily toward the entrance, immediately she ran into a bouncer. Once everything had been cleared up at the door, Lola gave a small grin as he reluctantly allowed her in. She glanced around the dimly lit room for anyone she mightāve known, but couldnāt make any out. There was a small part of her that had been relieved, as she didnāt want to run into anyone unpleasant tonight. She was just looking to have some fun and thankfully, she found it in the form of cute, albeit gullible guys. Once sheād decided she had enough of them, though, Lola made a beeline for the bar. āCan I get a margarita?ā she asked, twirling around in her seat until she came face to face with the person that had spoken to her. āHa, I donāt think thereās enough alcohol in this bar to forget about that obnoxious asshole,ā she responded with a smirk. āGlad youāve finally realized how awful he is, though,ā Lola added, taking a sip of her own drink. She wasnāt one for small talk, but maybe sheād be able to get information out of her. āAs for me, well, I guess you could say Iām just here for quality entertainment.ā
Bianca snorted, rolling her eyes as a smirk grew on her lips, āIāll have to agree with that. Itās like he has a stick permanently lodged up his ass.ā She snarled, not having to really act the part since she did feel this way about Owen, even if she did partially understand his toughness on her. She downed the rest of her drink, knowing she couldnāt drink much if she wanted to do her job well, but she needed to look the part to fool Lola. After ordering another drink, she turned her body slightly towards Lola, āI told him off and basically got kicked out. For an asshole, heās overly sensitive. I canāt help that Iām a strong ass woman, heās probably used to pussy girls.ā She laughed, looking at Lola. Nodding her head towards Lola, she smirked, āYouāre a Viper, right? You have to deal with dick dudes?ā She questioned. Her eyes scanned the crowd around them, āOh, this whole town is entertainment.ā
Any hint of a grin faded as Bianca revealed she was kicked out, but she quickly composed herself. As much as she felt for the girl, Lola knew better than to let her guard down. But as she ordered another drink, and another, and anotherāshe eventually found herself more open to the conversation, despite whatever consequences sheād have to deal with because of it. āPreach,ā Lola simply replied, shaking her head as she laughed. āIf you ask me, Iād say heās probably feeling a little threatened,ā she went on, the smirk still plastered on her face. She didnāt know Bianca very well, but she had certainly heard of the girl. And it was definitely no secret that Bianca is as tough as they get. āFuck him, though. Youāre better off.ā She then concluded, shrugging her shoulders. She downed the rest of her drink, already feeling herself slip as the minutes progressed. āMhm, yeah. But they arenāt dicks all the time.. I mean, they know better than to try me,ā Lola laughed off. Just then the song changed, prompting a high-pitched squeal from Lola. āI love this song! You have to dance with me,ā she grinned as she took Biancaās hand into hers and guided them to the dance floor.
Every time Lola looked at her, Bianca made sure to sip from her drinking, making it seems as though she was drink as much as the other girl, though that was not the case. She nearly lost count at how many drinks Lola had and, if she knew the girl, sheād probably feel bad for taking advantage, but they were strangers, and this was a job, nothing else, āI have heard Iām pretty intimidating, heās probably never met a girl like me.ā She laughed, a haughty expression on her face. Bianca just let the girl drink and converse with her, easing her into a fate she didnāt expect. A look of surprise crossed the girlās face at the sound of a squeal from the smaller girl, āShit, well, why not.ā She agreed, following her new acquaintance into the bodies of people. The two girls moved with the crowd, Biancaās hands in the air as they danced to the beat. After a few songs, she leaned in towards Lola and yelled over the music, āWanna go get some air? Smoke a cig?ā She suggested, her heart already racing from the dancing, but the adrenaline pumping in her now was a whole different feeling.
Lola released another loud giggle, evidently pleased as Bianca willingly followed her into the large crowd of people. Immediately, she began moving her body in tune to the rhythm. As the two girls danced togetherāshe couldnāt help but notice a couple of guys making eyes at them, but this had only encouraged her to keep up with her movements. Lola enjoyed being at the center of attention, something about having everyoneās eyes on her always made her feel good. Like she was in control, and they were all wrapped around her finger. āOh my god. Donāt look now, but Matthew Daddarioās lost brother is practically drooling over you..ā Lola said with a playful grin. Sheād thought about motioning for him and his cute friend to come over, but when Bianca suggested they go outside, she nodded enthusiastically. Leading them out through the back door, she inhaled deeply. āGod, I didnāt even realize how hot it was in there! Anyway, Iāve got my lighter if you need it..ā
Bianca followed her soon to be victim out the front door, the cool air of the night smacking her slightly sweaty face. It felt good, it helped clear her head and now she felt even more focused on her mission that was rapidly approaching its climax. The brunette led the girl around the corner of the club, āThe bouncers get pissed when you smoke near them.ā She said as an excuse to get them out of sight. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a cigarette box, extracting a single cigarette. Placing it between her lips, she let Lola light the end. After taking a drag, Bianca sighed, āJust wanna say, Iām only half sorry about this.ā Quickly, she brought her fist into contact with Lolaās cheek. The other girl fell to the ground, knocked out from a single punch, though it helped that she had already been pretty drunk. Placing her cigarette between her lips, Bianca grabbed Lolaās arm and hauled it over her shoulders, making it look like she was just helping her too drunk friend to the car. She didnāt have much trouble carrying the small girl to the car sheād āborrowedā and soon Lola was laying passed out in the backseat. Not wanting her to wake up, the dark haired beauty sped through the streets till she was at the Ace warehouse. Doing her best to keep quiet, she dragged the girl inside, into a back room where she tied the girls hands and feet. When the job was finished, she huffed, looking down at the girl tied up and feeling no remorse or sympathy at this point.
