#catalina01

[georgia-jereau]

@catxmendoza​

Georgia sat at the bar, stirring the olives in her martini. She wasn’t working, but she was on the prowl. There was a woman next to her and she decently beautiful. It was true that she didn’t need new business, didn’t necessarily need new girls, but she had been working for so hard and so long that doing nothing for such a long amount of time left her feeling anxious and useless. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she turned to the woman only slightly and gave a sly grin. “So, what are the odds that the man at the end of the bar drops dead while were here?” she asked conspiratorially, nodding ever so slightly past the woman to the decrepit old man beyond them who was 90 at least. “I’ll throw down a fifty says he at least falls off his stool.”

[emiliaking]

Catalina;

Where: Le Rouge Bar When: 10pm, After the Death of Lorenzo Vittori | Weeknight (Vendredi) 

Even for the relatively early hour, Le Rouge was busy with patrons dressed to the nines as they wanted a night out. The music reverberated off the walls, lights spun and Emilia craned her neck to see if Sera was around. It was a sudden decision to appear, the most recent news prompting a celebration. Lorenzo Vittori was dead... may he rest at whatever circle of hell he deserved. 

With the bar’s Syndicate associations, it felt like the perfect place to let loose. She’d texted Nina nearly twenty minutes ago, but so far, there hadn’t been an answer. Knowing the other girl, she was probably on some fabulous adventure. Onyx eyes instead fell on a familiar face. Cat Reyes. The surgeon worked with Louis, and Em had certainly seen her hanging out at the Ivory tower a handful of times. Sliding into the open spot besides Catalina, Emilia rested her hands on the bar top. “Hey- long time no see, what are you drinking?” 

@catalinareyes​