magdalena really didn’t need to have a job. like at all. but she had so much fun working at the blue bar and the extra cash was never a burden. she had just gotten off of her last shift of a week straight of full nights. counting her tips for the night she grinned, deciding she should treat herself after the long week. maggie sat at the bar, opposite to where she had been for hours on end. ordering a couple jagerbombs the brunette sighed in relief, turning to the person near by she smiled, “don’t you just love money?”
There were very rare night when Claudia had off. On her free nights, she liked to head over to Blue Bar. She had just now been able to go to blue without thinking of her ex...whatever she was. She loved the atmosphere at the bar, but there was this really, really hot bartender there who always made her drinks a little extra strong. Claudia turned to Mag when she decided to sit down next to her, running her hands through her thick, dark hair to get it out of her face. “I do. Too bad I don’t have a lot of it.” She chuckled at her own stupid joke.
It was Sunday night and Maggie had just gotten off her shift at the Peppermint strip club. Well, it was more like Monday morning. It was about 3 AM and she waited out in front of the club, waiting for her Uber. It was kind of late so she was curious where it was. She looked down at her phone to pass the time.
Claudia was just behind her co-worker, putting the finishing touches on making sure the bar was clean before she went to the back to collect her things. She opened her phone to a million annoying messages from Cillian that she’d respond to later. Maybe. She also opened her phone to an adorable picture of Ellie’s baby. That one she responded to right away. “Wanna split an Uber?” she asked her coworker as she stepped outside. “You also shouldn’t be waiting outside of a strip club alone. There are some fucked up men here.” She huffed.
With her phone just inches away from her face, Blue’s mouth hung open. Still, despite the phone, her gaze rested entirely on the person in front of her, a twinkle lighting her eye. A look saying that surely, surely whatever she has to say was going to be important. “So, like…” she started, glancing back at her phone, “What’s your star sign? I’m on a horoscope website and obviously very equipped to give you life advice right now.”
Claudia sat across from Blue at the table, grabbing a bite to eat before her shift at Peppermints tonight. Her green eyes peered over at Blue as she looked up from her food. Taking a bite of her eggs, she waved the clean fork over at the other woman. “Cancer. Apparently. But I’ve been told I don’t give off that energy.” She smirked. “But go ahead.” She with her mouth still full. “I could use all the life advice I could get.”
EDUCATION LEVEL: High School Diploma / Some college - Gender studies major at Queens College, currently working on her art degree at the Pratt Institute
OCCUPATION: Bartender
MENTAL CONDITIONS: Depression (non-diagnosed)
PHYSICAL IMPAIRMENTS: none
ADDICTIONS: coke, alcohol, marijuana
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
HEIGHT: 5′4
BODY TYPE: slim thick, would probably be skinny if she were a couple inches taller
EYE COLOUR: brown but can appear green/hazel in different lighting
HAIR COLOUR: dark brown naturally / likes dying it black
STYLE: When she’s hanging out around her apartment, she likes to wear sweatpants and a tank top. no bra. never a bra. She loves dressing up; she often does it for work because she is a bartender. She thinks that the hotter she looks at work, the more tips she gets; which has been proven to be true. She loves anything that’s black. She’ll rock high waisted, black jeans, combat boots or little heels. Anything that makes her feel confident. She loves jean and leather jackets as well.
Claudia has a few tattoos. ‘27′ in roman numerals on her forearms, On her left arm you will found the paternal grandmother’s name “Angelica”, a dragonfly on the back of her neck, an inscription on her back that says “I am that I am”, a bee tattoo on her left arm. Full list here.
WHAT DO THEY CONSIDER TO BE THE BEST AND THE WORST PART OF THEIR PERSONALITY?: Best part: the ability to make friends with nearly everyone she meets. Worst part: her bluntness, because sometimes people don’t appreciate that, her addiction to coke and her inability to keep a stable relationship
ARE THEY MORE EXTROVERTED OR INTROVERTED?: Extrovert
ANY TALENTS?: making a killer drink, green thumb, art
WHAT ARE THEIR FEARS?: loneliness, losing her brother ( @wesleyxfernandxz )
ANY ALLERGIES?: she had a peanut allergy when she was younger, but she grew out of it
DO THEY HAVE ANY PHOBIAS?: snakes
LIST 3 PET-PEEVES THEY CAN’T STAND: homophobia, racism, sexism, people with sticks up their ass
PAST
BEST MEMORY: family reunions in Havana when she was a child
WORST MEMORY: losing her parents
BIGGEST SECRET: guilt for leaving her brother in Miami
BIGGEST WISH: for the mudane-ness of her life to turn exciting
TURN OFFS: republicans, golden showers or anything of the sort
MISCELLANEOUS
SPEAKING VOICE CLAIM: Lauren Jauregui
SINGING VOICE CLAIM: she doesn’t sing
RELATIONSHIP WITH MOTHER: Her mother is deceased. She was very close with her before she passed away when she was a teenager. She considered her mom to be one of her best friends. Her family was working class and worked often so she never got to spend as much time with her mom as she wanted to, but when she got the opportunity to hang out with her she would take advantage
MOTHER’S NAME: Clara Fernandez
RELATIONSHIP WITH FATHER: Her father is also deceased. She also had a great relationship with her father. They were both artist and her father taught her everything he knew about drawing and painting.
FATHER’S NAME: Michael Fernandez
SIBLINGS: little brother, ( @wesleyxfernandxz )
PET: -
FAVORITE PLACE: Miami
ROLE MODELS: Alexandria Ocasio Cortez, Michelle Obama, Roxane Gay, RG
FAVORITE ANIMALS: Dogs and cats
FAVORITE BOOKS: Harry Potter Series, Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay, Difficult Women by Roxane Gay, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
FAVORITE MOVIES: Harry Potter, Marvel Movies
FAVORITE MUSIC: Reggaeton
FAVORITE FOOD: empanadas
QUIRKS
ARE THEY RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED?: right handed
WHAT’S A WORD THAT’S ALWAYS ON THEIR LIPS?: “Fuck.”
WHAT LANGUAGES DO THEY SPEAK?: English and Spanish
DO THEY CURSE?: Yes, frequently
WHAT’S THEIR WORST HABIT(S)?: drug use
DO THEY DRINK OR SMOKE? HOW FREQUENTLY?: Very frequently
ARE THEY AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL?: Night owl.
HOW TIDY IS THEIR ROOM?: Very very messy
HOW LONG TO THEY USUALLY TAKE GETTING READY?: Claudia loves taking time to put on a cute outfit and do her makeup in new and different ways. Getting ready for a night out or for the day is half the fun of the day. she’s super lazy though so on days she’s not doing much, she’ll just throw on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.
Any other time, Charlie would have done her best to ignore the situation. The exhaustion was pulling her back into a sleep faster than she wanted, but she knew the best place would be her bedroom. The morning was quickly rolling around and she had actually planned a productive day ahead for herself before work.
“Just pick it up now, it literally doesn’t take long,” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact and standing.
The light blanket was scruffily folded and dropped back onto the couch before she turned to Claudia. Alcohol always found a way to screw Charlie over, whether it was in her system, or someone else’s.
“How drunk are you? On another note, maybe just go to bed and sleep it off. Just, please be quieter next time.”
Claudia was surprised to hear such a nasty comment from her roommate. She never had issues like this with Bea, and Wes was used to cleaning her shit up after her. She felt bad for waking Charlie up; she knew how hard the woman worked and she knew she was trying to get herself back on her feet. Which was exactly what Claudia was doing too. Working at a bar though - it was easy to stay after her shift and get drunk there or go out on a day she had off. She was still trying to get a hold of her cocaine addiction, so her over vices may have become a bit exacerbated. “S-sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.” She repeated, still attempting to pick up the easel from the floor. “I promise I’ll get this shit out of here soon. I just don’t have the space in the stud’o righ’now.” She slurred. “And to answer your question.” She stood up straight and gave her roommate and crooked smile. “I’m very, very drunk.” She giggled.
ronnie’s panties were already soaked and claudia was only making her hotter. ronnie moaned against her mouth as claudia squeezed her breast, her fingers tangling in the other’s dark hair and tugging less than gently. in response to her question, ronnie eagerly undid her pants. she craned her head back as claudia kissed her neck. “need that tongue inside me right now,” she purred.
At her words, Claudia gave her a devilish smirk before hoping off the couch and crawling to her knees. She moved Ronnie so she was in juuust the right position. Claudia practically ripped Ronnie’s pants off, but she slowly and seductively pulled ronnie’s panties down, maintaining eye contact the whole time, before tossing the tiny fabric over her shoulders. Ronnie’s legs spread easily for claudia before she began eating the blonde out. And, wow, she tasted amazing. With one hand gripping at Ronnie’s thigh, her other reached up to grab a fist full of Ronnie’s perfect tit.
Thankful was an understatement. No more dirty clothes, bathroom naps and anxious moods which turned into bitter words. But, as much as she loved having an actual bed, she hardly slept. Dream had given her double shifts which was happily accepted, and she took it upon herself to take on extra night shifts. The long hours obviously took a toll and messed with her unstable sleep schedule, meaning when she did sleep, it was almost a miracle.
The lack of rest had agitated her. Nothing new. It was hard for her to relax and talk to others, her main focus being to work and pay the rent. Food, sleep and play was at the bottom of her priority list, if on it at all. But there was also a problem which had begun to gnaw at her. Having a room mate wasn’t what she thought it would be. Having two, was even more difficult. Charlie had been so used to being on her own that she forgot that other people existed, sometimes. Her much needed naps were interrupted and the second she got home from a shift, she was bombarded with a mess. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really. Just Charlie’s lack of patience and understanding.
After another long night shift at the diner, Charlie had found herself drifting into a slumber on the couch before she could even reach her bed. Ironic, really. She grew up sleeping on a couch and dreamed of owning a bed. Now she had one, she hardly slept in it.
Her drifting was cut short as she was jolted awake by a loud clatter, her tired eyes shooting open and looking around as if someone had been shot.
“Fucking hell,” she muttered, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
@claudiafern96·
Being a student, a bartender and trying to maintain your name was one of Kingsboro’s biggest stoners and hot messes was a lot to juggle. She had a reputation she needed to uphold, and sometimes that meant going out on a Tuesday and getting absolutely shit faced at blue with some friends. What? They invited her and she wasn’t going to say no. Even though she had class at 10am. She never backed down from a challenge. It was about 2am when Claudia finally stumbled into the their tiny, three bedroom apartment in south Kingsboro. She nearly tripped over her own art supplies, which sent one of her easels flying and hitting the wooden coffee table. “Fuck.” She whispered. She didn’t even noticed her roommate sleeping on the couch until she was awake. “Sorry...sorry.” She slurred, trying her hardest to pick up the easel and put it back on its feet. The apartment was a disaster. As usual. While Claudia did have her own space at the art gallery in Kingsboro, a lot of her supplies was still scattered around her apartment. She felt BAD, sure, but her art was important. And it was also part of her income and how she paid for school. “I’ll...just, uh, clean that up tomorrow.” She shrugged.
Tatiana decided to get high. He had the stuff, he just didn't do it that often leaning against the brick wall he lit up and took a deep breath of the good stuff before breathing out and seeing a woman near him. "Wanna hit?" He offered upon noticing her state of being. He held the joint out to her in a kind offering.
Of course Claudia would find herself in an alley and his evening. Because where else would Claudia be on her night off? It was the end of October, and she had still refused to wear a coat so she was actually damn freezing. She was kicking a can down the alley before she heard a voice that made her jump. “Jesus.” She exclaimed, before she realized what the man was actually asking. She was already a little high, but she wasn’t going to say no to free weed. “Oh.” She smirked. “Yes, please.” She snickered, walking up to the man and leaned against the wall next to him. She took the joint from him and took a hit. “What are you doing in an alleyway like this? It’s gonna be dark soon, ya know?”
ronnie had been eager to undress claudia from the moment they met and she definitely wasn’t disappointed thus far. she was so gorgeous. and has a rockin’ bod. ronnie chewed on her lower lip as she watched claudia pull her shirt off over her head.·“fuck,” she marveled, her grip on claudia’s hips tightening. ronnie kissed claudia back eagerly. she was just about to begin exploring new territory when claudia pulled away. she grinned playfully at claudia before slowly removing her shirt. she loved a good strip tease. she was grateful that she’d decided to go braless this evening. one less article of clothing between them.··
She eyed Ronnie lustfully as she tore off her shirt to reveal her bare chest. Without hesitation, she leaned back down to hungrily reconnect their lips and slide her tongue back into ronnie’s mouth. As she did, she trailed her fingers up Ronnie’s torso and took a fistful of her breast in her hand, squeezing her skin between her fingers and even digging her nails into her skin slightly. “Tell me how you want it.” Claudia instructed as she moved her lips to the blonde’s neck. Claudia was pretty fearless in bed, and if Ronnie had a similar personality in bed than she did out of bed, Claudia was almost certain that Ronnie was adventurous as well.
cillian was fucking good at this. sure, he was a loser. that was a reputation he had cultivated over a long period of time and was destined to live out forever. but he was also really good in bed. and anyone he’d fucked would happily confirm. claudia wasn’t too shabby in this department either which definitely helped with the whole keeping her around thing. it was rare cillian ever let anyone this close or kept anyone around for this long. but claudia was different. she was also really hot. cillian groaned as she tugged on his lower lip, tugging on her hair in response. cillian’s body responded to the way their tongues slid together, his hand sliding up the back of her shirt. “that’s the plan,” he said in response, a cocky smile stretching across her face.
Claudia wasn’t sure why she gave Cillian so much crap. She was probably just as much of a bottom feeder as Cillian was. She lived in a god damn pigsty, dropped out fo college (even thought she’s giving that another go), and - let’s be real - Claudia was the exact opposite of classy. But Cillian was easy to pick on, and just as self deprecating as Claudia. And he was hot, okay?! She loved a good hair tugger too, and the way Cillian was pulling at her locks excited her entire body. “Shut up.” She demanded. Because (1) she didn’t want him to say any more stupid shit, and (2) because she just wanted to get to the good stuff. She cupped his growing cock and massaged him over his pants as they made out against the wall.
pigeons were so fucking weird. it could be because of the joint leo smoked before venturing out of his apartment but the male had been sitting on a bench outside the stone building just watching pigeons on the sidewalk. pulling a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket he slid one into his mouth, pausing for a moment as it dangled from his mouth. galileo narrowed his eyes at the birds before turning to the closest person, “what are the odds… and this shit has to stay between us cause i don’t fucking know if it’s illegal or not… but do you think i’d be able to catch one of those fuckers and keep it as a pet?” he asked finally lighting the roll in his mouth.
Claudia sat down next to Leo and pressed her brought her knees to her chest. It was getting cold in New York, and Claudia, being from Miami, always protested coats before November. She was deeply regretting that decision tonight though. She furrowed her brows when he asked if she thought he could take a pigeon home. Thinking about the legality of that, she pressed her lips together then brought them apart with a loud pop. “I’m sure you can take one home, but the real question is how are you gonna capture it. Those are fast fuckers.” She snorted then held her hand out, giving him pleading green eyes as a way to ask to bum a cig.
