what's wrong with her?

cosette bingley. 25. some say exotic dancer, some say stripper, and some say odious slut. take your pick, i'll answer to any of the above.

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TEXT: RAE

Cosette: happy birthday sexy thing x

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TEXT: ANYA

Cosette: ooofffttt baby

Cosette: happy birthday lovely lady :))) have a gorgeous day, sweet thing 😉

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Rae’s heart sank when she spotted the look on Cosette’s face. She wasn’t going to help her, was she? It definitely didn’t look like this was going to be a We Like Rae day. The blonde fidgeted nervously on the spot, deciding that her only other option now would be to hightail it out of the club and somehow flag a cab. Rita had once tried to show her how but the brunette made it look even easier than it was in the movies. When Rae had stepped up to try, the driver drove right through a puddle, drenching her right through. She’d probably take cold and dirty rainwater over another minute in La Belle though, and hoped Gaston wouldn’t mind too much if she bowed out early.

She shut up at once when Cosette threw up a hand in her direction. She was more than accustomed to that signal and knew right away she needed to stop talking. It seemed like a memo had been passed around Cherry Grove, letting anyone and everyone know that it was the perfect way to get Rae to be quiet. She certainly wasn’t one to argue with a hand in her face and gulped down an apology, figuring that would only annoy Cosette more.

“The… guy,” she said, lamely. She looked over her shoulder to see if she could spot the man in the crowd, but there was no hope of distinguishing anyone in that muddle and she turned back to Cosette with a wince. “I don’t know who he was, but I think he wanted to put something in my drink.”

Rae could be pretty dippy and her mother was always happy to remind her that she had no common sense. Gullible, naive, positively grubby, ditzy and a bit, hmm, vague, had been the exact words, accompanied with strong fingers roughly grabbing her chin to make sure she was paying attention. Rae wanted to shudder at the memory. The fact was, no matter how stupid people thought Rae was, she still wasn’t silly enough to let a stranger put anything into something she was drinking. Even she wasn’t that trusting.

She curled her palm around the fingers of her opposite hand, tugging anxiously at them as Cosette mumbled under her breath. Probably something about how idiotic Rae was, and the blonde couldn’t blame her. A lump rose in her throat, one that she tried to fight back as a lump only meant tears were sure to follow. 

However, Cosette took her by surprise and Rae soon found that she was tucked securely against the girl’s side. Looking up at the brunette with a wide-eyed gaze, Rae spotted a fiery look in her eyes. It was the same one Belle always got when someone used the ‘b’ word around other women. She’d seen that look cross Anna’s face as well when anyone tried to criticise Elsa’s work as mayor. Rita wore it all the time, especially when someone came for one of her friends on the gossip blog. Maybe Cosette didn’t really like Rae, but that look made the blonde’s whole frame wilt in relief, because she knew that a girl only really looked that fierce and determined when they were helping another girl.

“Thanks, Cosette,” she murmured weakly, when she was lead away from the pounding music and into a much quieter corridor.

“Really, thank you,” she said, a little louder now that she was sure Cosette would be able to hear her. She stood in front of the other girl with a wobbly smile on her face. “I know we don’t really see eye to eye, and not just because you’re in high heels - you look really pretty, by the way! - but because… well, I’m not really sure… But I know you probably don’t want to spend your night babysitting me. Thanks for helping me out though.”

Her chest heaved a little, a tightness residing there that she associated with the daunting and pre-emptive few seconds before a wave of sobs took over her. But she managed to suppress them and choked out a teary laugh instead.

“I’m such an idiot,” she said, burying her face in her hands and letting out a trembling sigh. “I don’t know why I agreed to come here.”

With all her might, Cosette tried not to let her foot tap petulantly against the tiles beneath her. She was impatient, and had a certain disinterest, mingled with unwarranted envy, whenever faced with the blonde before her. The level of disdain that was buried deep within her chest when faced with one of Gaston's many women was far from what you might call feminist. She knew that, if she were standing there beside her, Nicolette might have some choice words regarding her behaviour, and that Jill would be nervously casting her gaze aside, much more reserved in nature, but all too firm in her stance that woman should only support other women. Her two sisters were finer than she, and while Cosette loved lifting up her girls and being a personal cheerleader to every honey that she met, she was jealous, petty, and much too possessive over the large Frenchman. She loved him, he was hers, and the idea of someone as ditzy and oblivious as Rae getting in between them only enraged her all the more.

That being said, there was also the added bonus of knowing that that very naivety might be the exact reason why Rae stood no chance. I mean, maybe she didn't want Gaston like that – after all, she'd made no attempt to fuck him, and it wasn't for Gaston's own lack of trying. Gaston tried to fuck everyone, much to Cosette's chagrin, and he'd still not managed to get so much as his tongue between the blonde's legs. It was pitiful, really – hell, if Cosette had any sense, she'd give it a go herself. Rae was pretty hot, to her credit, and maybe her tastes strayed more towards sexy brunette women with a firm ass, perky tits, and a readily dripping cunt. She already knew that that's where Gaston's affections laid, so who was to say Rae was immune?

Lost in her own thoughts, she allowed her gaze to rake up and down Rae's tiny form, taking in her nervous disposition and tense stature. She looked entirely out of place in their current setting, and Cosette's heart clenched in her chest, all in spite of her supposed indifference. She tried to push that same air of coolness, to act as though she couldn't wait for the conversation to end; Rae wasn't the same as she was, she didn't belong in a club full of sexy, empowering women. That was it, right? No, not right. She knew, deep down, that there was more to it, and that whoever this mysterious guy she'd mentioned before was, he'd obviously set her on edge. Whether or not she was going to share the ordeal, or whether it was even worth mentioning, she lead her away all the same, guiding her to her dressing room; just about one of the only places you could really relax in La Belle – well, unless you counted Gaston's office, but the kind of relaxing that Cosette done in there was wholly different to what she and Rae were about to get up to. She kept her back to Rae, walking ahead of her and keeping a distance, until she eventually heard the girl's voice behind her, picking up, growing louder and louder as she sought out Cosette's attention. With a sigh, she turned, slowing her pace until the two came to a stop and she faced the blonde.

“No need to thank me, chicky. It's nothing,” she noted, not wanting there to be any weight to her actions. She was just helping out a girl in need, despite any potential grudges, and that was all there was to it.

Still, the more she stared back at Rae, feeling the corners of her lips lift as she paused, mid ramble, to compliment her appearance, she couldn't help but soften momentarily, finding her speech strangely endearing. Fuck it. This was it, wasn't it? This was why every fucker in town seemed to be falling on their knees, clamouring for her approval – Gaston included. She was just too damn sweet for her own good. The more Rae spoke, the self deprecation in her tone growing ever steadily, her lower lip wobbling, her hands trembling at her side, Cosette lost all all sense of fury, forget every inch of petty insecurity, and found herself desperately wanting to look after her.

Groaning loudly, Cosette stomped her foot once, firmly, allowing her heel to click sharply against the tiles beneath her feet, before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around Rae, pulling her into a tight embrace. Pressing a gentle kiss to Rae's hair, she kissed her teeth petulantly, and gave the girl a tender shake.

“No tears, baby. Big girls don't cry, you got that?” she soothed, keeping her tone as light as she could muster. Reeling back ever so slightly, she ducked her head to catch her eye, gently lifting Rae's chin upward with the tip of her finger. Now, catching her eye, she softly tapped her nose and smiled. “You, baby, are not an idiot. You know who's an idiot? Gaston. And don't – oh my God, don't. I know what you're gonna do, gorgeous girl. You're gonna defend that great big oaf of a friend of yours, and you're about to tell me that he didn't abandon you in his literal strip club – that he didn't invite you along and leave you to your own devices in an unfamiliar fucking setting amidst a bunch of horny strangers. Sure, maybe you spend a lot of time around one horny dude, but for some reason that fine piece of French ass seems to respect you more than others, so you're totally stuck in uncharted territory here, boo.”

Her rant went on a little longer than she intended, and felt a little out of character if she did say so herself. She wasn't one for long speeches or motivational examples, nor did she think for a second that anything she'd said was even the remotest bit encouraging, but she'd needed at least the brifest outlet, just for a moment.

“C'mon, cutie. I have a whole wardrobe of outfits back here that I just know you could rock, and I can think of a million and one things I wanna do with that pretty hair of yours,” Cosette insisted, before enveloping Rae's hand in her own, tugging her along behind her before the girl could protest. 

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@lovelylady: uuuuuuggggghhhhhhhh

@lovelylady: all of this talk just turned me on soOOoOOomeone save me from my left hand and do me the way i deserved to be done uggHHH

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Oh, that’s awkward. Cosette thinks that by being nice to the people that Gaston loves… he’ll love her, right? Sweetie, no. He likes hot, smart girls like Belle and Rae. Not dirty whores.

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Right. Good one.

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Don’t listen to them, honey. You mean the world to me. Come on, don’t let them talk to you like that.

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Oh yeah? I do? 

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Of course, baby. Where’s my good girl, hm?

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She’s here. Ugh. Love you, baby.  

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Oh, that’s awkward. Cosette thinks that by being nice to the people that Gaston loves… he’ll love her, right? Sweetie, no. He likes hot, smart girls like Belle and Rae. Not dirty whores.

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Right. Good one.

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Don’t listen to them, honey. You mean the world to me. Come on, don’t let them talk to you like that.

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Oh yeah? I do? 

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Oh, that’s awkward. Cosette thinks that by being nice to the people that Gaston loves… he’ll love her, right? Sweetie, no. He likes hot, smart girls like Belle and Rae. Not dirty whores.

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Cosette is actually just a really nice person. She’s really, really kind to me and I like to think that we’re friends. Not just because we both known Gaston. I’m not going to swear again, but stop calling the people I care about nasty things. Stop calling anyone nasty things. Plus, I’m not even smart or hot so this doesn’t even make sense.

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Baby, you are smart. You are hot. You are downright- no, I won’t say it. You’re way out of my league, and much too good to be seen hanging around with my sort, sweet thing.

But, hey. Thanks, princess.

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Oh, that’s awkward. Cosette thinks that by being nice to the people that Gaston loves… he’ll love her, right? Sweetie, no. He likes hot, smart girls like Belle and Rae. Not dirty whores.

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Right. Good one.

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God, Belle’s such a fucking BITCH.

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Have you met Belle? She’s so far from that. No girl deserves to be called that, but especially not Belle. It’s just a really… a really shitty thing to say,and I’m tired of people trying to cause trouble on here.

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See, look what you did. You took a perfectly gorgeous girl and made her swear. 

Fix this. 

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When is Cosette gonna realise Gaston doesn’t care about her?

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Oooh, cute. Stir the pot, nonny, go for it. I know where I stand, you’re really not as smart as you think. 

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Rae knew Gaston had meant well when he’d invited her to his club to cheer her up, but his logic might have been a little misplaced. Bar her trip to The Snuggly Duckling with Flynn - something that brought a painful twist to her heart whenever she thought about it - Rae had never been the type to voluntarily go to a pub or club. And La Belle, as prettily named as it was, didn’t have the same rustic charm as the old tavern that Anya worked at. It was filled to the brim with dancing bodies, kissing couples and so much smoke and lights that Rae felt decidedly dizzy as she stood with her back pressed firmly to the wall, an alarmed look on her face.

She wished she had company, but Gaston had a business to run and he couldn’t hang around to babysit Rae. Anna was on a date with Hans, and Belle had politely but firmly declined the offer to join her friend. Something about Gaston naming his club after her apparently didn’t sit right with the brunette (Well, it’s the closest he’s ever going to get to actually being in Belle, Artie had quipped, and Belle had slapped him on the arm with enough force to nearly make him wince. She was really getting good at the fighting thing!), and Rae would never dream of pressuring her to come along. So she found herself alone, nursing a 7Up that was steadily losing its fizz, and trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

Why she’d forced herself to come to a place that was so far out of her comfort zone she might as well have rocketed herself into outer space, Rae didn’t know. But she knew her mother would disapprove and that had been enough for her to readily agree when Gaston suggested the outing.

She was a horrible daughter. 

Rae couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when she’d became such an awful person, but it was somewhere between refusing to reach out to Flynn and her mother’s arrival in Cherry Grove. Since then, everything had been topsy-turvy and Rae had been forced to re-evaluate who she was as a person. She hadn’t deliberately shut Flynn out but she’d been so embarrassed after New Year’s Eve that she couldn’t find the strength to pick up the phone and call him to try and make amends. And then she’d heard he’d been beaten up. Flynn. Beaten up. And she hadn’t made a single move to go to him and see if he was alright. Now, she was in a club, indirectly going against her mother’s orders and the streak of rebellion she’d been riding on since moving to Cherry Grove hadn’t managed to follow her past the bouncers and onto the dance floor. Instead, she remained stricken and scared and desperately trying to keep out of everyone’s way.

“You want something with a little more kick in it, princess?” came a gravelly voice from her left. Rae’s head jerked up so she came face to face with a man that looked a lot handsomer than Hook Hand did, but seemed just as intimidating. He had well groomed hair, an easy grin on his face, but there was a glint in his eyes as he gestured to her drink that made her wish she was sitting next to Hook Hand instead, clapping along as he played a song on the piano. She gripped her glass and automatically placed her hand on top of it, feeling the rim dig into her palm.

“Um, no thank you…” she told him, backing up and frantically looking around for Gaston. She couldn’t see him, even though he was usually a pretty easy figure to spot. But she knew he’d probably only grow annoyed with her if she ran to him and cowered into his side instead of having fun like he’d hoped she would. Instead, she continue backing up, shoving her unfinished drink on a nearby table and dashing in the direction of the toilets. She’d always heard they were usually safe spaces for girls in nightclubs and hoped the rumours were true.

Spotting the harsh light of the corridors leading to the bathrooms, one that contrasted greatly to the dim lighting of the club itself, she quickened her pace, panic beating its fists against her ribcage and propelling her forward. Too quickly. Rae gasped at once when she collided with a figure decked head to toe in glitter. If Rae hadn’t been so focused on getting out, she might have let herself get distracted by how sparkly the girl’s outfit was, but as it was, she happened to be focused for once.

“Sorry! I was just trying to - Cosette!” she said, a little startled when she realised who it was she’d crashed into. At once, she felt both relieved and even more panicked. It settled her a little to see such a familiar face, but she doubted Cosette would think the same. The two girls barely spoke, and Gaston was always present when they did. Rae though Cosette was beautiful and she always had lovely sparkly eyeshadow that Rae wasn’t brave enough to wear, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that the girl didn’t exactly… like her. It wasn’t a nice thought, seeing as everyone Rae met was a potential new friend, but she didn’t know what to do to change Cosette’s opinion of her - especially since she had no idea what she’d done to ever upset her. 

That wasn’t to say Cosette was always stand-offish though. Sometimes, she called Rae ‘honey’ and had a nice smile for her. Rae decided to take her chances and hope the brunette was having a rare ‘We Like Rae’ day.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to get to the bathroom,” she explained, raking her hand through her blonde hair that had grown significantly longer since she’d cut it - much to her mother’s approval. “Gaston told me to come tonight so I did but I didn’t know this place would be so… so… And it’s loud and it’s smoky and there was this guy…”

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Wandering eyes and wandering hands; for Cosette, that was all just part of the job. There'd once been a time in her life when she'd gladly accepted such and worse – she'd told herself that she was their property. Anybody that wanted to touch her could, no matter how she felt on the matter. She'd always been compliant, regardless; Cosette liked sex, she liked to be touched, and affection of any capacity felt good. But, there were the occasional clients who tended to be... difficult. There hadn't ever been a time where she hadn't been able to get out if she'd wanted to, but every so often someone tended to get a little handsy with her, and not even a firm no would give them the message. Still, with those clients of her that she wasn't fond of? Well, she always had a pretty steady and effective method of dealing with them. Once on her knees, her client comfortable, she'd unzip their pants, tease them a little, and then right when getting ready to execute what they thought the perfect blowjob? She'd take a nice little nibble.

That was usually enough to send them running, eager to never see Cosette again – they usually asked for one of the other girls, after that. Unless they were an unusually kinky bastard, but not even Gaston was into that crazy shit, so it usually worked out for the best.

But that was then, and this is now. Life on the streets, coked out and laying on your back waiting for the next dollar; it wasn't an ideal life. It was the life Cosette had lived, and she wasn't ashamed of herself – she couldn't afford to be ashamed of the girl she'd once been. She'd grown since then, overcome her vices (for the most part, anyway), and had pursued a different career. And, okay, sure, her newer job still involved Cosette taking her clothes off for money – but it wasn't the same as selling herself, not at all.

Guys – and, sometimes girls, too – often thought that they could touch her, grope her, and have their wicked way with her. More often than not, a few private dances tended to get a little out of control, but it was nothing that Cosette couldn't handle. She'd spent enough time working the pole and the lap to know exactly where to plant her nine inch heels should they get a little too big for their boots. It was harder on the newer girls, mind, but between the Bingley sisters and some of the other, more seasoned dancers, they looked out for their own. Hell, even Gaston; Cosette thought back, dreamily letting her mind wander to a time when one guy in particular had gotten a little aggressive. She'd had it under control (she always did), but the commotion hadn't gone unheard, and Gaston had bouldered his way into the room, taken the asshole by the shirt collar, and thrown him out onto the streets. And not before getting a few swings in, too. Cosette, of course, had thanked her knight in shining armour with a little private show of her own.

Overall, Cosette liked her job. There were perks, and there were setbacks, but working for your boyfriend – not that she'd let Gaston hear her calling him that – was a definite perk. Tonight's shift was a short one, though, as she'd worked he perky little ass off, exhausting herself by staying on an extra couple hours the night before to help get a handle on some rowdier customers. Now, she was free to kick back and wait for her big boy to get off – all so that she could pay attention to his big boy and help get him off.

After shaking off some skeeze whose arm had been snaking its way around her waist, his hand trailing up her thigh towards an area she knew fine well he couldn't handle, she sneaked off into the back and towards her dressing room. She'd just gotten eyes on her dressing room, however, when a figure came crashing into her out of nowhere. Immediately on the defence, and ready to handle whatever asshat thought he could have his wicked way with her; only to twist around and find herself faced with a tiny, wide-eyed Rae.

Okay, so, maybe she wasn't all that much smaller than Cosette, but she had and extra 9 inches in her favour right now, and the girl looked damned fragile.

Sighing, Cosette eyed her with a scowl and her nose upturned. It wasn't that she didn't like the girl, or anything. She actually seemed pretty sweet, non-threatening, and all around only ever seemed to have nice things to say to Cosette. But that was the problem. She didn't know what his stinking deal was with the tiny blonde who, no doubt, had never so much as even wondered what it'd be like to feel Gaston's fingers between her thighs (why, she had no idea), but he seemed to have a soft spot for her. So much so that he'd actually blown of Cosette on more than one occasion in favour of his new little protégé. Ugh.

Still, La Belle wasn't the kind of place you'd usually see someone like Rae, and so Cosette set her bitterness to the side for a minute to eye the girl, cocking her head to the side as she heard her out.

“Bathroom's that way, sweet cheeks,” Cosette responded, her tone dry. Throwing a thumb over her shoulder towards where Rae wanted to be, she merely stared back at the girl with a look of utter indifference.

Whatever. If that was all she wanted, then no doubt she could mosey on, relieve herself, and get back to Gaston. The sheer thought filled Cosette with frustration, and she took a deep breath and tried to dispel the image of the two of them together; all she could see was Gaston, flat on his back at the mercy of this... this... ugh, she was so damn pure! What did he see in her?! Cosette gave him everything he wanted – hand jobs, blow jobs, she even let him fulfil all of his weird fantasies. Every single one of them.

But she was getting ahead of herself, now, and losing track of the matter at hand – so much so, in fact, that she'd almost missed the latter end of Rae's sentence entirely.

Perking up and drawing to attention, she threw up a hand to halt the girl, motioning for her to stop talking.

“Hunny, everything you just described sounds like absolutely every club I've ever been in, baby. But, um... what guy?” she mused, cocking an eyebrow as she pouted at her.

Once again, she sighed. Rolling her eyes, she resigned herself to the fact that Rae desperately needed her help. Pausing momentarily, she thought of Gaston – he'd brought her here, so why the fuck couldn't he look after her? “Fucking insensitive pri–”, she muttered under her breath, before catching herself.

Gently, she wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into her side. “C'mon, baby. This is no place for a cutie like you. Those guys are lecherous, and I won't let them lay a finger on you, hunny.” 

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TEXT: RAE

Rae: hi cosette, I'm not sure if you remember who I am? it's rae, gaston's friend. I wanted to wish you a happy birthday and I hope you have a lovely day :)

Cosette: aaaawwe thanks sweet thing ;)

Cosette: how could i forget someone so beautiful hmm hunny? thanks baby

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TEXT: DAISY

Daisy: dang happy bday hot stuff ;D

Cosette: ooooooffff HUNNY do i have a mummy kink? oh baby i THINK SO

Cosette: thanks gorgeous ;)