#thread: vic

the newspaper was burning a hole in victoria’s pocket as they auditioned girl after girl - but none of them would ever pass for the missing socialite. after hours of terrible audition after terrible audition, she left the abandoned theater with her companion, rubbing her face as he suggested they drop the whole thing. “no, damien. i’m not giving up five million bucks that easy, fuck that.” she said, shaking her head. as damien argued his own point, victoria found her gaze wandering, and when it landed on a blonde a hundred feet away, she grabbed damien’s arm. “her.” she breathed, pointing. “she’s perfect.” before he could argue or stop her, victoria was hurrying through the crowded street and settling herself opposite the blonde outside the tiny cafe. “hi.” she cooed, leaning her elbows on the table.

it wasn’t uncommon to find victoria perched at a corner table in a smokey bar - especially after a job gone not-quite-right, and that was precisely where tonight found her: at a corner table, nursing a black eye and a bruised ego, as well as a beer that wasn’t anywhere near cold enough. she grimaced as she took another sip, looking up with a raised brow when a shadow fell over her, announcing a new presence. “what?”