#thickskcll

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒, and she nearly drops it as she scrambles to open the notification. it's her. fast forward ten minutes, and she's outside isa's apartment, banging hard enough to wake the whole of straton. " open up, you idiot ! " the banging continues, relentless. when the door finally swings open, rhea's halfway through a breathless insult before she sees isa standing there ― tired and bruised, but alive. without thinking, she throws her arms around isa's smaller frame, squeezing so tight she might suffocate. she escaped the diablos, but not rhea's deathly embrace. " i hate you. " she mumbles into her shoulder, voice shaky. it means 'i love you' really. just as quickly, she's shoving isa back, landing a hit to her arm. " what the hell were you thinking !? "

" what're you doing over here on your 𝐋𝐈𝐋' 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄, missy ? " probably trying to enjoy her food in peace, but there's no such thing where rhea's concerned. she scooches in to isa's booth, opting to squeeze directly next to her rather than the much more sensible option of the chair opposite ― practically sitting on her lap, body glitter rubbing off on isa's signature leather jacket. " this party is wild ! look at the tips i've made already... " hands dig in to her sequined bum bag, throwing a handful of loose dollar bills in the air, the scrunched up notes falling not so gracefully around them. " best believe i danced my ass off for this. n' mr. drool all over his dusty grey beard over there couldn't keep his hands to himse ― " eyes widen, stopping herself before isa could hear the rest. kendra would kill her if she bought more trouble to the club, and isa ― bless her heart ― doesn't play when it comes to rhea. that guy could be drooling blood any minute now. " anyways... help me clean this up. " she's on her hands and knees now, picking up her hard earned cash from the floor.