[justagrlottie]

For: Victor ( @scrtissues ) Location: Bender's 10th NYE Bash

Charlotte hadn’t planned on being here. Which was, unfortunately, something she’d made very clear to more than a few people earlier in the day—and, okay, maybe for most of the past month. You would too, if you were sitting comfortably at the top of the VIP list for one of the hottest DJs in town, with rumors that Samantha Ronson herself might show up. That kind of plan didn’t just fall through. It vanished. Quietly. Cruelly.

So, when she slipped through the front of Bender Records now—sequins catching the light, coat still on like she might leave at any second—there was a brief, practiced look of surprise on her face, as if this had all been spontaneous. As if she hadn’t just watched her other plans evaporate in real time. She didn’t linger long enough for questions. Smiled, waved off a few looks, said she was just “showing face” and wouldn’t stay long. Social survival depended on it. Even if it meant ringing in the New Year alone when she inevitably would leave for her "other plans".

Still, there was one person she wanted to find before 2004 hit. Victor. Relief softened her posture the moment she spotted him. Charlotte crossed the room carefully, unhurried, graceful even while her chest felt tight. When she reached him, her expression smoothed into something easy. “Hey,” she said lightly, offering a light smile. From the pocket of her jacket, she pulled out a small bag of M&M’s, the plastic crinkling softly. A thin pink bow was tied neatly at the top. “I can’t stay long,” Charlotte added, holding out the bag to him, offering a small smile. “But I wanted to give you these before 2004. Happy holidays, Victor.”

[justagrlottie]

✧ BASICS ✧

✧ Name: Charlotte Dubois ✧ Nickname: Lottie ✧ Age: Late 20s ✧ Pronouns: she/her ✧ Nationality: French ✧ Residence: Atlantic Landing, NJ ✧ Occupation: Cashier @ Bender Records (by choice)✧ Relationship Status& Sexuality: Single & Closeted Bisexual ✧ Aesthetic: cherry flavored glossed lips, pop music junkie, iced coffee lover, late night toker, a slight shopaholic, and strawberry scented a lot of the time (or vanilla) ✧ Reputation: pretty, opinionated, harder to read than she looks,

✧ BACKGROUND ✧ 🩷 Charlotte Dubois grew up with money in a way that made it feel invisible—always there, always assumed. Her parents were French, comfortably wealthy from a mix of fashion-adjacent business and old investments, the kind of people who subscribed to magazines for the photos and sent their daughter to the right schools because that’s simply what you did. She split her childhood between a spacious Paris apartment and long summers elsewhere, raised to move through nice rooms with ease. Want was never urgent. Need was theoretical. What was urgent, even then, was being interesting.

💗 Charlotte learned early that perfection was expected, but originality was optional. Her parents prized polish, not personality; success was measured by how well one blended into the correct circles. Charlotte, on the other hand, wanted edges. She wanted noise. She gravitated toward whatever felt a little too loud or too glossy or too emotional to belong in those rooms—pop music blasting through headphones during car rides, fashion choices that leaned deliberately off-script, opinions formed too quickly and held too confidently. She was never punished for it. That was the problem. Her rebellion was absorbed, softened, turned into a charming quirk. Adults smiled indulgently. Teachers made allowances. No one ever told her no in a way that mattered, and Charlotte grew up understanding that consequence was something other people carried.

🩷 By her twenties, she was excellent at beginnings. New cities, new routines, new versions of herself. She could drop into a place and make it look intentional—like she’d always meant to be there. But she was less practiced at staying. Commitment implied expectation, and expectation had a way of closing in on her. Her parents never disappeared from her life. They remained exactly where they had always been—polite voices on the phone, neatly worded emails, invitations that arrived without urgency but carried expectation all the same. They asked after her plans with a careful casualness that made it clear they were keeping score.

💗 "Charlotte, where are you headed next? Charlotte, what are you doing with your time? Charlotte, when will this turn into something real? Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte...."

🩷 They wanted her to be someone. Not in the sense of happiness or fulfillment, but in résumé lines and dinner-party shorthand. Charlotte understood that kind of success. She had been raised inside it. What she didn’t understand—what she struggled with—was how to decide who she was when no one else was choosing for her. And when she thought that it would be an impossible dream, Bender Records found her. She wandered in one afternoon and stayed far longer than she’d intended, thumbing through CDs, listening to half-heard arguments about what mattered and what didn’t. The place felt alive in a way the rest of the town tried not to be. It wasn’t polished. It wasn’t trying to sell an image. It just existed, stubbornly, loudly, on its own terms. For a few hours a day, the polite voices of her parents finally quiet down.

✧ HEADCANONS✧ addiction tw, drugs mention tw

✧ Has a casual relationship with coke that she insists isn’t a problem because it’s controlled, social, and infrequent—except it’s become her go-to on nights when she feels dull, restless, or too aware of herself. ✧ She likes to tell herself that she'd be okay if Bender Records every did sell out to the major corporations, that a new shopping sot would be nice, but deep down she knows she wouldn't do too good without the record store. It's become...home. ✧ She likes to tell herself that she'd be okay if Bender Records ever did sell out to the major corporations, that a new shopping spot would be nice, but deep down she knows she wouldn't do too good without the record store. It's become...home. ✧ She has a pup named Chewy. She'll never admit it out loud but she's actually secretly (very secretly) a big Star Wars fan. Han Solo <3.

✧ CONNECTIONS✧

COMING SOON ! !