don't call me doll

Sofia Rosaline Costello."Nobody puts Baby in a corner."

[sofixcostello]

Noah let Sofia lead the way over to the bar. Spending more time with her wasn’t the smartest decision, but he wasn’t prone to making many of those anyway. 

“Tequila,” Noah decided, sitting on the barstool. “Where’s your security?” Noah wondered, looking over his shoulder. The last thing he wanted was another fucking run in with those guys. He was sure that his father, and Jack, weren’t very happy about what happened on the Fourth of July. But other than that – Noah had been staying out of trouble.

“Don’t really feel like getting my ass kicked tonight.”

Tequila. Sofia had a history with tequila; one she doesn’t really remember clearly. “Good choice,” she said as she dropped too much cash on the counter to pay for the bottle of booze. 

Sitting on the stool, Sofia crossed one leg over the other and quirked a brow at the mention of her security. She couldn’t blame Noah for being concerned. “I promise they won’t be a problem,” she said. After she threw a fit her father finally came to agree that they couldn’t interfere with her choices. That wasn’t their fucking job.

Salt, shot, lime.

“Their job is to make sure I stay alive. I even got my father to agree that who I kiss is none of their damn business.”

Granted, Sofia had to make some trade offs. No more ditching her tail. She made a promise to her father and that wasn’t something she’d break.

[luxurylearry]

[sofixcostello]

Eva took a swig from the bottle that had been handed to her. A smile on her lips followed by a thank you before she handed it back. Sofia, Sofia, Sofia. She internally recited the young woman’s name so she would not forget it come morning. “I’m Eva. How do I know Chanel?” It is not as if the two were best friends. More like business acquaintances? Kind of sort of? “Work.” Eva went with the simplest explanation as to not cause her brain to think too much on how well she did but did not know Chanel. “I was helping, or going to possibly help, her with some events in the future.” That was what that meeting was about, right? The more alcohol she consumed the more fuzzy memories became. 

“How about?” Eva asked not recognizing or knowing most in attendance due to a number of factors. The top three being the costumes, alcohol and not venturing out as much as she should have since arriving in Chicago.

“Oh, Chanel works for my family,” Sofia said. “She’s the best. Honestly a life savior; or, I guess a reputation savior?” she giggled, thinking of all the work the blonde did to keep her family’s reputation clean. The Costellos certainly didn’t make her job easy.

“She’s basically like another sister at this point,” she added. “If you’re planning on working with her, you’re in luck. She’s very dedicated.”

[sofixcostello]

Noah couldn’t help but smirk whenever he spotted Sofia. If she were smart, she would’ve stayed far away from him. Their last hangout had only resulted in trouble. Noah was already in deep shit with his father, but that had only made things worse. Still, he wouldn’t go back to California until he was ready.

“Dunno. Sinclair clout, or whatever,” he shrugged, not particularly caring. He’d ended up there because there was nothing better to do. All of his friends lived in L.A. “How’d you get an invite? Surprised you’re not permanently banned from places where they sell liquor.”

Sofia shrugged, a devilish smirk on her face. “No one puts Baby in a corner,” she said. “Even if she wanted to, Chanel couldn’t stop me from having my fun. Besides, I promised to be on my best behavior for the evening. She deserves as much.”

Sofia grabbed Noah by his forearm and started dragging him out of the crowd towards the bar. “Come on, I owe you a drink,” she said, pushing her way through people to get to the front of the line.

“Gimme a bottle,” she said to the bartender. “Tequila or whiskey?” Sofia asked, turning to Noah for his preference. Considering her security caused trouble the last time they were together, buying Noah booze was the least she could do.

[sofixcostello]

Having fun? No. He’d spotted Camila, and she looked good. And Tristan wanted to go up and talk to her, but he wasn’t drunk enough to be that stupid… yet. But Tristan was a big boy, and he didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s mood. 

“Yeah, lots of fun,” he said, smiling as he nodded towards his group of friends. They were doing some ridiculous Conga line and kept yelling at Tristan to go join every time they passed around. It made him laugh. “Well. I’m getting shit faced,” he said, downing the rest of his cocktail. It was ridiculously sour – he made a face. “Maybe Chanel won’t care if you get fucked up on her birthday. She looked pretty drunk a few minutes ago.”

“She probably won’t,” Sofia said, “but I feel bad after the last party I attended. I don’t want to make more work for her during her birthday.” She shrugged. Tristan seemed to be having a decent time but his words didn’t match his eyes. There was something off, but Sofia didn’t know him well enough to press him. 

“Chanel deserves to get shitfaced without worrying about how to fix things for me in the morning. It’s like a pseudo-birthday present, I guess.”

“Why don’t you join them?” Sofia asked, looking at the energetic boys in the Conga line. It seemed like the perfect thing for Tristan at a party. 

[sofixcostello]

Sapphire was more enjoyable than she gave the place credit for. Maybe it was because its normal patrons were gone, the security was handling those who were getting out of hand better than last time or she wasn’t falling into the lap of someone she still could not get out of her head.

Eva had not stopped dancing -what a surprise- since she arrived and her newly dyed blonde hair allowed her the freedom she had not realized she had been restricting herself from feeling since she moved to Chicago. Blondes did have more fun, a little too much if her past experience as one showed her. 

Eva brushed her curly, long locks of hair out of face as caught her breath after leaving the dance floor. “Oh, you are asking me?” Her gaze looked towards the young woman dressed as Baby Spice then to the bar and back again to her. Caution was definitely thrown out the wind tonight as she accepted the other’s offer. “Why not. Saves me from having to push through the crowd that has remained at the bar since this event started.” 

Sofia didn’t recognize the blonde she offered alcohol to, but if she was in attendance, she was probably someone friendly to the family. Might as well share. It’s caring, right? Sofia handed the woman the bottle and smiled.

“I’m Sofia, by the way. It’s nice to meet you; how do you know Chanel?”

[sofixcostello]

Tristan had only showed up to the party because his friends had dragged him out. He’d spent the last month confused, upset, and anxious. He hadn’t felt like himself – so goofing off, dressing up like someone else and getting drunk – it was worth a shot at feeling normal again. 

Sofia was drinking straight from the bottle. Tristan didn’t know her all that well, aside from the time he gave her a ride home and got some ice cream, but she offered him a drink nonetheless. Tristan was already working on a candy flavored cocktail, so he declined. Plus, she’d told Camila about him, and he wasn’t sure what intentions she had behind that. 

“Nah, thanks, I’m okay. I’ll finish this.” He held his own neon colored drink up, taking a swig, before eyeing the bottle in Sofia’s hands. It looked expensive. “How fucked up are you trying to get?”

Seeing Tristan, Sofia sighed. He was dating Camila; at least, that’s what she last heard. She wondered how Cami dealt with the situation; maybe Tristan didn’t even know Sofia told her who he was and who he worked for; she felt bad. Leon would kill him if he found out; hell, Luca probably would, too.

“Not too fucked up,” she answered honestly. “Can’t give Chanel a hard time on her birthday.” Sofia paused. “How are you?” she asked. “Having fun?”

[noah-sinclair]

Noah wasn’t exactly sure why he’d shown up at Chanel’s birthday party (or how he was invited, honestly), but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have some fun. Maybe cause some trouble, if he felt like it. Somehow, he’d been roped into listening to some poor bastard rant on and on about his love life, and how his girlfriend of three years had just left him. Noah empathized, he really did, but he was there to have a good time. And this was really depressing. 

“Dude, yeah, I feel ya. It sucks. Hey, I’m gonna grab us some more drinks, you hang tight.”

Noah had no intention of making his way back. He walked away from the man, buried himself in a crowd of people, and looked for a better source of entertainment for the night.

[sofixcostello]

Sofia made a promise to herself not to cause Chanel problems to deal with hungover after her birthday party. That meant not getting too hammered and staying away from cute boys who’d get her into trouble. She was dancing through the crowd, not paying much attention, when she bumped into a wall of a person.

Noah fucking Sinclair.

Great. A cute boy who could definitely get her into trouble. Sofia hadn’t seen the man since they made out on the Fourth of July. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she said, biting her lip as she twirled one of her pigtails in her fingers. “Didn’t see ya there.” Sofia quirked a brow. “How’d you get an invite anyway?” she asked, wondering if Chanel had somehow orchestrated something after their discussion over coffee the other day.

[kingofthepitt]

Can you at least pretend to care?

[sofixcostello]

Sofia loved her outfit; being one of Chanel’s Spice Girls for the evening was a blast. Especially because Sofia was Baby. Feeling cute and bubbly in her hand-made replica outfit and pigtails, she downed liquor like it was water. Though, as a birthday present for the woman of honour, Sofia was sure she wouldn’t get into too much trouble for the woman to deal with come morning.

No kissing Sinclairs. That was a promise.

She was drinking from the bottle when she felt an energy approach. Startled, Sofia pulled the bottle from her lips and laughed with a shrug. “Want some?”

[valse-septembre]

Emma Bunton/Baby Spice 1997

[sofixcostello]

“No, fuck lowkey. We’ll do something big and loud and piss everyone off.”

Luca smiled at Sofia. He was excited to spend time with her, to go back to their roots for a bit – he really was. But he was also keeping a big secret, and now didn’t feel like the right time to tell Sofia. She already felt like she was losing him. Luca was trying to fix that. Letting her know that he’d be a father soon was probably… too much. As much as it was killing him, he could wait. Sofia needed this. He could be patient. 

“You pick what we do, and I’ll make it happen. Paityn can hang with Felicity for the night, and we’ll cause so much shit that Chanel will probably wanna murder us. Or resign. But she won’t.”

“Yay!” Sofia exclaimed, clapping her hands and bouncing in her seat bursting with excitement. “I’ll plan everything. I’ll even hook up Paityn and whoever Felicia is with a spa weekend out of town so we can really go wild.”

Smiling, happy that the two could still have their time together with Luca’s new life. She knew that his priorities were changing and Sofia wouldn’t always be his number one. So long as she got to be first once in a while, she’d be satisfied. 

“Thanks, Lu...this really means a lot.”

[sofixcostello]

Chanel had her work cut out for her after the Fourth of July celebration. Admittedly there wasn’t much she remembered from the end of that night after her own extenuous drinking, but she certainly had heard some things after the matter. Specifically from Sofia’s bodyguards who’d wanted to make sure the situation she’d found herself in didn’t make it to the headlines. Kissing Noah Sinclair.

Part of Chanel felt resigned at the thought of it. Another Costello shacking up with a Sinclair. Might as well. And of course, it would be both twins who did it.

Having finally been able to track down where the youngest Costello girl was, Chanel sat down with a sigh as the other asked a question about which material she should use for whichever design she was trying to work on. She’d managed to only sneak a peak at the design before it was scribbled over and crumpled. Picking up the piece of paper, she flatted it out on that cafe table and actually gave it some consideration.

“You could always do both. Taffeta as the base, and chiffon as an overlay.” She considered it again for a second before tearing her eyes from the sketch and now concentrating on Sofia. Another sigh escaped her as she let her hands rest underneath her chin as they perched on the table top over covering the paper.

“So… Noah Sinclair? Really? Did you want me to retire early due to heart failure?”

Sofia did not want to talk about Noah fucking Sinclair. Not with Leon, not with LucaSof and certainly  not with Chanel. Though, Sofia wasn’t an idiot. She knew she was responsible for the Costello name, which meant she was under Chanel’s thumb just as everyone else. 

“He’s hot and I was bored,” she said, shrugging into her seat. “It’s not like we’re fucking. My security makes that basically impossible regardless of the dude, so...”

Sofia tapped the eraser of her pencil on her sketchbook as she felt her frustration boil to her cheeks. “I just wanted to have some fun...is that so wrong?” Sofia bit her lip, feeling like a toddler getting scolded. 

“I hate this, you know? Not being able to live my life my way.”

[nathanshales]

You don’t get to have me. Not my body, and sure as hell not my heart.

[bruwho]

@nitsanraiter

[sofixcostello]

“Rock.” Though both Pricilla and Mia worked together on adult films this would not fall into the tropes often associated with their industry. Patent leather, skin tight outfits with whips and chains were far from both of their respective interests. Pricilla may be open to a pair of leather pants but the rest would have to be left inside of someone else’s fantasy. 

“Think Fleetwood Mac meets The Who and a dash of The Rolling Stones. Her voice sounds like it is from that era where these bands were born and thrived. The song is a nod to the past and she’d like her wardrobe to convey the past but with a modern twist or eye on it. How would you dress someone whose heart and soul belongs in days gone by?”

“I love Stevie Nicks,” Sofia said at the mention of Fleetwood Mac. She could envision a slew of different garment ideas in her head, the fabric and colors coming to her easily. “Well, I’d have to hear the song to really get the themes right, but I think I could put something pretty great together.” 

Sofia smiled wide, thinking of the opportunity her sister had for her; she wanted Mia to be pleased with her work and it would serve as perfect inspiration for her new line. Maybe it could be vintage-themed. How fun?

“Thanks, Mia...I’m really excited for this.”

[sofixcostello]

You’re Invited to Chanel Albright’s 90s/00s Themed Birthday Extravaganza!

August 1, 2020. 7:00PM. Sapphire. Come dressed as the VIP pass says or you will not be admitted to the event nor permitted anywhere near Sapphire. 

xx

Mia