A LITTLE WICKED.

REINA THANE / 41 owner of calliope and fortuna hotel & casino ❛ no one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne.

[reinathane]

SETH CARTER.

There’s a bitter laugh that echoes between them. While Seth and Reina definitely didn’t tend to see eye to eye, it was odd that they were no longer on the same page when it came to the Club. Usually, Reina was slithering her way into everything Club-related and already would’ve known that the night before Seth had been held at gunpoint with Emmeline Talbot and now, here he was. The tables had turned. “Personal problems,” he laughs, his voice low and laced with venom. He leans forward before speaking again— the loud bar of Fortuna would probably mask anything he said anyways, it’s the same reason the owners could be screaming at one another with no one even batting an eye besides the bartender. Still, he keeps shit private, until he bursts to knock Reina off her high horse. “Just because you’ve stepped back from tryin’ to be in the Club because you fucked up doesn’t mean shit ain’t happenin’ that people ain’t seein’. My ‘personal problems’ are the fuckin’ bloodstains on my fuckin’ hardwood from the fuckin’ pieces of shit that held me and Em at gunpoint in my own fuckin’ house. – So how ‘bout you take your flowers, Reina, and shove ‘em up your ass.”

Obviously, Seth’s words come as a shock. She has no idea what or who he’s talking about and part of her almost hopes Otto himself and a few friends had the audacity to try and kill Seth — because clearly whoever did had failed. But she’s sure she would’ve heard about that by now, so her next guess is none other than the Rogues, a realization that has her rolling her eyes. Maybe if Seth had maintained even the slightest bit of humility when letting her in on his issues, she’d be more inclined to give him a little pity, but his outburst just has her annoyed. “That isn’t my fucking problem,” she bites back, crossing her arms in front of her as she steps back to take him in. “Don’t be an idiot and you won’t brush fingers with death, I don’t know what the hell to tell you. But moping around at our fucking bar in front of patrons while the place goes to shit isn’t doing anything for you. You look pathetic.”

[reinathane]

ISOBELLA ROJAS.

‘Sleek’ is about the only thing that she’s sure that she’s going to get. While Reina and Izzy could find common ground in keeping Wyatt from doing something dumb to get himself in trouble (or killed) and skincare assistance— that was about it. It was clear that the pair of women were uncomfortable, Reina maybe even annoyed that she arrived at Izzy and Wyatt’s house only to find Izzy alone. “Thank you,” she offers, trying not to look too disappointed as she busies herself with adjusting one of the hanging items on the wall. Izzy smiles to herself though, turning with a laugh. “I told him there was mold in there! I had like the worst allergies in his apartment.” Izzy can’t say that Wyatt’s apartment was that bad. If anything it was too empty. If there had been rats, they would’ve been easy to spot with limited things in the space. Clearly, Reina hadn’t been enjoying the conversation either but considering Izzy wasn’t planning on going anywhere, she’s sure that there will be more of these conversations— hopefully less awkward soon. “Uh, I mean, he should be home soon. I think he was coming right home after work. Maybe he stopped in the Clubhouse or something? — Did he tell you about the housewarming party?”

The thought of Izzy hanging around Wyatt’s apartment long enough to develop some kind of disease is enough to make her mouth turn involuntarily, a grimace crossing her features despite the fact that she’s actually trying to keep things pleasant. Reina clears her throat, shifting uncomfortably as she forces the smile back on her features while Izzy drones on about the clubhouse and a housewarming party they’re throwing. “He didn’t,” she tells hers, keeping her tone light even if she’s annoyed to hear yet another thing from Izzy that she should’ve heard from Wyatt. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Next I’ll be hearing that the two of you are getting married from your mouth instead of his.” As soon as the words leave her lips Reina immediately regrets it and her face turns sour once again as she shoots a glare in Izzy’s direction. “That was a joke.”

[reinathane]

CLOSED / @ryderxaeron​ LOCATION: Rowan and Andy’s house

For a few years, Thanksgiving hasn’t felt right. She’s been spending the holiday at her mother in law’s house since she was eighteen years old, surrounded by family that was far from perfect but at least it was hers. But now she and Rowan are following in Rhea’s footsteps, taking turns hosting the holidays that aren’t spent at the lake house and as much as Reina wants to be fine with the fact that everything has changed so drastically in the last few years, part of her hates that everything is so different. At least Rhea had been up to joining them today and she’s got her mother there with her to sit and talk shit with along with her sister, and of course she’s got bold opinions about everyone who walks through the door today — one person in particular being Ryder. Obviously, he’s part of her in law’s family but Reina hasn’t seen the kid since she yelled at him to get the fuck out of her house after the revelation he’d dropped on her just a few weeks ago, he certainly wouldn’t be there if she’d been the one in charge of the guest list.

Realistically, she knows what happened to her isn’t Ryder’s fault. As dramatic as Reina can often be, she’s trying to be better these days, and while once upon a time the poor kid may have found his head on a stake the second he hold her the truth, the new and improved Reina is attempting to be more rational. And since she’s had time to think all of this through, she really can’t blame Ryder for simply following his boss’s orders. But that doesn’t mean she’s completely over it and she’s not thrilled to be stuck in the living room with just Ryder and the younger kids, having to force a smile on her face for their sake. “You know, I’m sure Ro or Andrew could put you to work literally anywhere other than here,” she says through a smile just as Benny brings her a toy, knowing full well there probably isn’t a shot in hell Ryder is going to leave to go be useless in the kitchen, but she can try. “Can’t imagine they’re all that interested in letting a domestic terrorist hang out with the babies.”

[reinathane]

SETH CARTER.

Normally, it doesn’t take much to set Seth off. But today, it takes even less. His eye grows wide at Reina’s accusations, his tongue running over his teeth beneath tight lips. While he doesn’t want to make a scene in the middle of the bar— their bar— in front of everyone, he’s about two seconds from melting down. “Like I fuckin’ said: If your ass came here more than every so often and did your fuckin’ part in the business maybe we’d have the right fuckin’ flowers but right now I’ve got bigger concerns than the guests’ noses. Shove some more coke up ‘em. Go somewhere else. I do not give one flying fuck,” Seth fires back, his lips coming back together to purse. He reaches down to grab his glass of liquor and finishes it off. When the bartender looks at him, he nods for another one almost immediately.

God, if only he could bring himself to care about flowers. If only he could think of anything beyond the fact that he might’ve been the cause for Emmeline being fucking traumatized by the Rogues. He’s probably going to have to find a new house since the memory is burned into his home and knowing that the Rogues knew where he lived freaks him the fuck out. What if Harley and Annie had been there? Jesus Christ, he can’t even think about that. “Got bigger problems than fuckin’ flowers, Reina. But guess you ain’t knowin’ all about that shit anymore, huh? – If you want ‘em fixed then fix ‘em yourself.”

“Oh, grow up, Seth. You think I don’t have other shit to worry about besides whether or not these morons got my fucking florals right?” Granted, Reina’s been MIA from the casino for the last few months, but she’d figured recovering from a literal skin graft would’ve maybe excused her for some of that time. Besides, she had gone and put the flower order in, she’s checked the menus and barked at a manager on the phone when she could all from her bed rest post. Her effort in running the place may be lacking it’s usual dictatorship style she likes to implement when she owns an establishment but trying to keep up with Fortuna and Calliope has been a task. So there’s isn’t any part of her that feels bad for Seth right now, not while he’s moping around the bar like some kind of petulant child when he could be doing literally anything else to help her get shit back on track. Honestly, she’s surprised the place hasn’t completely plummeted. “Stop being a whiny little bitch just because you’ve got personal problems.” 

[reinathane]

ROWAN THANE.

Rowan shrugs at Reina’s comment because as much as she hates to admit it, her sister is right. “Sure, but horse shit is worse than chicken shit.” Which is just semantics at that point because really, shit is shit, right? But her words don’t hold any actual irritation about anything because not that she would ever admit it, but she doesn’t hate having the horses there. In the beginning she certainly had. She’d been ready to strangle Reina for getting Maddie’s hopes up about getting a fucking horse for her birthday and putting her in a position where if she said no, her daughter would see her as the bad guy. She’d been even more annoyed when Iris and Maddie begged them to keep them here rather than at one of the boarding stables on the other side of town because how was she supposed to say no? But after a few months — and, admittedly, outsourcing 95% of the work that goes into them to a hired hand — she’s come around to the idea. It’s calming to have them on the property and all of the kids, not just Maddie, get a kick out of watching them in the pasture and Rowan gets a kick out of how quickly Andy had broken his ‘no livestock’ rule he had initially set out when she suggested buying the farm in the first place.

Her brows furrow when Reina talks about picking AJ and Rhett up from the station, something that isn’t nearly as shocking as it should be. Her eyes roll in response, “Do they have a death wish or are they just stupid?” She deadpans. It isn’t often she’ll outright talk about her nephews that way — especially Rhett, if she’s being honest, but in general she thinks both of them have been dealt a shitty hand in life and can’t be entirely to blame for being the way that they are — but it doesn’t seem like there’s any other way to describe breaking into an alligator farm than stupid. Rowan moves to sit on the wooden railing of the porch while Reina takes a moment to gather her thoughts, surprised that she wants to discuss this at all in the first place. She’d been half expecting to be told to mind her own business as she so often is when she has the audacity to ask Reina how she’s doing. “Different isn’t always bad,” she reminds her with a shake of her head. “Maybe some peace and quiet is what you need after everything. S’exhausting bein’ in the middle of it all the time.” Her tone is honest because it’s something Rowan relates to all too well, that’s why she’s out here too, isn’t it? Olympus has practically been a war zone for the past year. “And livin’ with Rick? How’s that goin’?”

-

“It’s all shit, Rowan,” she counters, leaving it at that. They both know there wasn’t any way Rowan wasn’t somehow getting roped into keeping a horse or some other equally large animal on the property eventually. All Reina did was speed up the process a little bit. It’s for the same reason she and Rick had showed up tonight with a mangly little rat dog in tow — the little girls that run their lives are annoyingly impossible to say no to. The girls are at least deserving of it, though, unlike Reina’s sons and she shakes her head just as her sister’s eyes roll at the boys’ antics. “Realistically, both.” Her sons have never been all that concerned about their own wellbeing or safety and really, Reina’s never given much of a shit about it either. But even she can admit that this little stunt of theirs had been way over the top. “I think they were just antsy. Hopefully settling in somewhere good will get them to knock it the fuck off. I think Rick’s gonna talk to them, or at least to AJ.” Lord knows anything he says might just go in one ear and out the other, but AJ actually likes the man so she’s hoping at least something sticks.

It makes her realize that, while traumatizing, maybe everything that’s happened was for the best. If nothing else it managed to get Reina’s head out of her ass and now her kids are in a stable environment, and she’s almost happy, believe it or not. She nods along with her sister’s rationale, weirdly in agreement with her that peace and quiet might have been what she’s needed all along and now that they’ve both found it, hopefully everything chaotic that’s happened in their lives recently is put to rest. Her shoulders tense when Rowan asks about her new living situation, though, unsure of how much she wants to divulge about the situation. “It’s good,” she answers, giving just that little bit at first. It’s been so good that she’s almost afraid to ruin it by saying anything more, but to be honest she’s been dying to talk about the weird situation she’s gotten herself into with Rick and there’s absolutely no one else she’d ever tell besides Rowan. A beat passes between them, but before the moment is too far gone, Reina clears her throat and comes right out with it. “I slept with him.”

[reinathane]

ISOBELLA ROJAS.

@reinathane​

Izzy knew that her new home wasn’t going to be for everyone. The clean, modern look, white couch and all was something of a dream of hers. At least the dream of the last month or so looking for a whole new set of furniture for her and Wyatt. Instead of most things being his or hers, a lot of it was now theirs, just she picked it out. She’d had to be cautious about their budget, something Izzy hated, but it all turned out to look good. At least what she’s decided. However, with the pressure of having Reina over, something that she hadn’t really expected— Izzy is a little nervous about the comments that she might make. Nervously fidgeting with her manicured nail she looks up and smiles. “It looks bigger right? Like with the furniture and stuff? I thought it was going to look really small but the coat of paint kinda helped too,” she says. “Wyatt likes it too, I think. – It’s better than the prison cell chic he was living in.”

Reina’s trying really fucking hard to be nice. She hadn’t come here to hang out with Izzy, in fact she’d been hoping to avoid running into the woman altogether when she stopped by the house to see Wyatt. Her refusal to acknowledge that the new house is both Izzy and Wyatt’s instead of just Wyatt’s bit her in the ass, though, and now she’s stuck sitting on a stiff white couch, waiting for her pseudo-son to come home. And truthfully, she’s not sure how much of this fake pleasantry she can stand. “It’s... sleek,” she comments, looking around the painfully modern room. Reina likes to think she’s got impeccable taste in decor and to her, this is all tasteless — there’s a lack of originality behind a living room like this, in her opinion — but maybe she’s just biased just because she knows Izzy’s the one who picked everything out. “I’m sure he’s just happy to be living somewhere that doesn’t smell like mold is growing on the walls. I swear I’ve seen rats in that apartment of his.” Still, Reina can’t help but think maybe she’d prefer him still living there if it meant he wasn’t living in a house with a woman who thinks white couches are the height of contemporary interior design. “When did you say he’d be back?”

[reinathane]

Do you think you’ll ever come around on Izzy? Why do you think she’s not good for Wyatt? What kind of person would you rather him be with?

HONESTY HOUR.

“That girl is a disgusting little tramp and to start, she's probably got at least six unknown venereal diseases. Of course she isn't good enough for Wyatt. She’s tried to fuck her way into the club before and clearly, she’s trying to do it again. Sirens who manage to become Old Ladies are still Sirens at heart, always.” Reina easily slips into her long lost persona of keeper of the Old Ladies when talking about this — it’s something Rhea had taught her well. “She’s a leech and quite frankly, she’ll never be good enough for him. He needs someone sharp and maybe a little obedient to help him accomplish what he wants.” Really, Izzy’s too unpredictable for her — Reina can’t control the other woman and she hates that. She’s decided to hold her tongue about the two of them for now, but as things become increasingly serious she’s not sure how long that’ll last.

[reinathane]

How does it feel to have Otto’s daughter so close to a member of your family? Do you think you’ll ever trust her?

HONESTY HOUR.

"She is close for now, we all know Jeremiah's track record with women." Truthfully, the fact that her family is still so intertwined with Otto puts knots in Reina's stomach. He's still at the head of the club and his daughter is still with her brother in law, playing step-mom to his kid and showing up when the family gets together — even if Reina has now decided to make it a point to make her feel unwanted. All she can really do is hope something happens to split Marisol and Jeremiah up, be it either by some kind of tension she might 'accidentally' cause or just by fate. "I don't trust anyone easily, it'll be a long time until she proves herself trustworthy."

[reinathane]

What’s next for Reina Thane?

HONESTY HOUR.

"I honestly don't know." It isn't like Reina's ever been where she is now before. She's always had something to strive for, has always been chasing some sort of affluence and working to get herself to the top, and she was good at that. But the warehouse incident finally knocked some kind of sense into her and made her realize that maybe positioning herself in the heart of violence and a life of crime with a man who doesn't give a shit about her wellbeing isn't worth the trouble. Things have been put into perspective for Reina and while she certainly isn't going to become Sunshine Barbie any time soon, she's definitely going to try being less vindictive and more calm. She wants to see what life is like when she allows herself to be at peace and out of the whirlwind that is club life. "I've still got Calliope and I've still got my family, believe it or not. I think I'll focus on that for a bit and see what happens."

[reinathane]

How well do you accept help?

HONESTY HOUR.

"Not very well," an easy scoff leaves her as she answers — this is a flaw Reina is actually willing to admit to, and it’s something most of the people in her life, especially Rowan, can attest to. She's always been very self-dependant and she sees asking for help as a sign of weakness. And accepting someone's offer to help her is on that same level of weakness in Reina's mind. She hates being weak, and she hates anyone seeing her as vulnerable, so she'd rather just take care of things herself.

[reinathane]

After what happened at the warehouse, are you afraid of Otto? Are you concerned he'll finish the job?

HONESTY HOUR.

Reina is literally terrified of Otto after what happened, so much so that she can't even deny her fears — so she just won't talk about them at all. She wants to be angry but the fear she's been feeling overpowers any anger she might be able to muster up, which frustrates her to no end. She isn't used to being afraid like this. She's lucky she's in a place where she can almost block it all out and where she feels safe, but that doesn't help the sleepless nights and the anxiety she's been facing for since her former fiancé decided he wanted her dead. She's so terrified he'll just blow her brains out if he ever sees her again that she's been keeping to herself lately, going from Rick's to Calliope to her in laws with very few stops between. It's odd for her to recoil into herself the way she has been, but she's dealing with it the only way she knows how.

[reinathane]

Do you think that your children and Wyatt will one day grow to hate you for the control you try to place on their life?

HONESTY HOUR.

"Wyatt is a grown man, I couldn't control him if I tried." And she has tried — more than once she's done whatever she could to manipulate him into doing her bidding. He's a son to her but that doesn't mean he hasn't been a pawn in her game, even if she's decided to take a break from playing for now. It's been over fifteen years of that and he doesn't hate her yet, though — and really, Reina doesn't often consider the consequences of her controlling nature. "My other kids are young, they’re stupid and they can’t make decisions for themselves. Last time I checked being in excruciating labor for hours on end three separate times gives me a right to dictate some aspects of their fucking lives. I do what's best for them, and if they don't know it now, they will."

[reinathane]

Would you rather be wealthy and powerful or loved and happy? How does it feel knowing you gambled away love for power and now you have neither?

HONESTY HOUR.

A few months ago, the answer to this would have been simple. Wealth and power are happiness, love is silly and doesn't exist — that's been Reina's mindset for as long as she can remember. But things have shifted, drastically changed in a way she hadn't anticipated. Love is still a big word and happiness seems like a foreign concept, but she's content with where she's at now even though she's not grasping at any source of money and power she can find. So it's hard to choose these days, but as for the gamble she took — "I did what I thought I needed to do to survive here. I don't regret it."

[reinathane]

How do you think your kids are effected by your negative choices? They're shaping up to be pretty fucked up.

HONESTY HOUR.

"My kids are too self involved to pay attention to the choices I make." Obviously, that isn't true. The constant moving around, the way Reina hardly pays attention to them, the less than stellar father figures she's brought into their lives — it's all taken its toll, Reina just refuses to see it. AJ is reckless, Rhett's resentful, and Iris is a demon on her best days, but Reina will never acknowledge that any of that is her fault. "They're fine."

[reinathane]

fmk: seth, wes, cal

HONESTY HOUR.

"I'd have to kill Seth, because I wouldn't touch that disgustingly dirty man if we were the last two people on Earth, and if I married him I'd just end up killing him anyway. Marry Wesley, he takes direction well and would easily do whatever I told him to. And fuck Cal, I guess, although I don't know him well enough to have a reason behind it."

@scthcartcr @wesleyevans @foxycal

[reinathane]

Do you think you will ever get a chance at genuine happiness or are you doomed to hop from one strategic relationship to the next?

HONESTY HOUR.

"I was married for twenty-five years and then engaged once after that, I would hardly call that hopping." But of course, both of those relationships had been purely for Reina's benefit, and genuine happiness had never been a factor. Now, though, she thinks maybe where she's at in life could be the closest thing to happiness she's ever going to get. She's settled at Rick's and his house feels like the place she's always supposed to have been, and she's really got no interested in clawing her way to the top of the food chain anymore after the incident. So in short, even though she would never outright say it — yes, maybe there's a chance that this miserable cunt could be happy for once in her life now that she's had a major reality check. How long it’ll last is anyone’s guess, though.

[reinathane]

Do you have any hobbies besides scheming and ruining lives?

HONESTY HOUR.

"Besides Candy Crush, I'm learning French," she answers, pointedly ignoring the last part of the question, thank you very much. "Well re-learning, I guess. I learned French in school when I was younger but I lost it. I've been dabbling in learning a few languages on that God awful bird app."