swimming lesbians in a forest, remus refuses to get her hair wet (curly hair problems) and sirius wants her to come into the water because moony is HOT when she's wet.
Warnings/Content: Genderbend, sex mention, alcohol mention, drunk ree, song fic
Vi works at a night club as a DJ and bartender, and a certain repeat customer has her attention. Reina is a wily, untamed whirlwind of confidence and a knack for getting into trouble, and she wants the hot gothy bartender so bad
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Sometimes Vi really hated her job, usually the days when she had to help at the bar instead of spinning discs. And it would be no different that night.
She was in her favorite coffee shop, enjoying a blueberry danish and an americano, just listening to her music. The seat in the back away from the windows was the perfect spot to relax and enjoy some time to herself with some not-so-calming Hawthorne Heights.
She was just finishing her treat when a group of women walked in, chattering away excitedly. She recognized them, they were from the only sorority she knew of that didn't party and never hazed pledges. They were nice enough, but Vi tended to avoid them, lest she get swept up into socializing.
There was Peyton Jones, the sweet adorable one who loved pastels and cozy clothes. She was adorable and kind, and she seemed to love wearing her textured hair in twin puffs on top of her head. Then there was Leila Darzi, an Iranian student who chose to study geology. She was well spoken and eager to impart knowledge, except for details about her religion and why she wore a hijab. Vi asked her once, respectfully, how she put it on and kept it in place. Her answer was curt and precise, but she didn't get angry, which Vi considered a win.
Those two were discussing a history assignment while two other women followed them inside. The twins, Romana and Reina Castille Fernandes. Romana was a boisterous theater lover with a soccer scholarship and an ego to match. She was the princess on campus and she wasn't so bad, even if she had a way of grating on Vi’s nerves. They were a trio of upstanding young women.
Which is why Vi was surprised to see Reina with them. Reina was a party animal with a taste for booze and random hook-ups, and she was taking full advantage of her freedom to indulge. It was a miracle that she still had her scholarship and that she wasn't pregnant. And here she was with her hair down, in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather jacket, hanging with the good girls.
Vi didn't bother wondering what was going on, she was sure she would hear all about it later. While she was working.
.
.
Vi was right to think she would be forced into bar duty. Apparently the club managers weren't looking to play any cybergoth beats on their busiest night. It was a shame that she bothered dressing for the occasion—a purple plaid skirt, her favorite hoodie, fingerless gloves, and a tank top with straps across the waist.. It wasn't like she wanted to look good, she wanted to blend in and hide in plain sight.
As the lights flashed and the music blared, Vi was busy making cocktails upon cocktails. But not even the sheer amount of work on her plate could distract her from the infamous duo that strutted into the club.
“What is up bitches!” Remy shouted above the music as she made her way to the dance floor, past the bar and seating area. The woman who was with her, immediately made her way to the bar, through the occupied tables.
Vi was so glad she had her hands full. Reina was back in her element, away from her sister and ready to steal the show. She was wearing the tightest black mini dress with a neon green, leopard print bodice, strappy platform heels, and her favorite leather jacket. Her makeup was bold with green eyeshadow and sharp eyeliner, and her hair was up in a wild ponytail, save for the front that framed her face with skunk flair.
Vi noticed her ordering two drinks from her coworker, and decided to keep her distance. She had a job to do and she could not get distracted by the gay.
She finished pouring the daiquiris she was working on and looked for the people who ordered them. To her dismay, they were right next to Reina.
She regrettably handed them their drinks and froze when a familiar hand grabbed her wrist.
“Hey, cutie,” Reina beamed, “I thought you were supposed to DJ tonight.”
“Plans change,” Vi shrugged, internally screaming. Reina called her cute—but that didn't mean she was interested, she was friendly like that with everyone. And she might have been straight.
“Aw, and I was looking forward to going all Eisenfunk tonight!” Reina pouted, “And you're so much better on stage than Randy!”
“You're just saying that because he sticks to basic bitch house music,” Vi scoffed. Before Reina could respond, another customer flagged Vi down. She had to make a living.
Reina pouted as she left and waited for her drinks. She would still have her fun, even if she wasn't getting the attention she wanted.
After a couple hours, the crowd had thinned out. It was an hour before closing and Vi was handling the bar solo while her coworker cleaned up. She was glad she didn't have too many people to tend to, mainly so she could keep an eye on the disaster a few feet away.
Reina was absolutely smashed, standing on one of the tables and dancing seductively. VI was surprised that she was able to stand, let alone flaunt her body without looking like she had too much to drink.
If she wasn't worried that Reina would get hurt or kidnapped, Vi would have enjoyed the show. There was something about Reina that drew her in. It wasn't her body, not that Vi wasn't interested, she was too interested. It could have been her laugh or impish grin, it could have been her warm brown eyes or her bubbly energy. But Vi knew better.
Reina was confident to the point of brazenness. She thought she was hot shit, the life of the party, the duchess of the club. She wasn't afraid to flirt with anyone in the building, even if they were spoken for or uninterested. And she could do it all despite having way too much alcohol in her system.
Vi spotted Remy leaving with a hot butch jock and sighed. She snuck her phone from her pocket and texted Romana. It was going to be one of those nights she had to take Reina home, or to her place, lest she take to the streets, drunk and still willing to party until dawn. Vi did not want to risk anything, including waking up at 5am to Reina shouting outside her window.
“Hey, Jacks,” Vi said loudly over her shoulder, “I think I might have to get a drunk skunk home.”
Her coworker came out to the front of the bar and wilted. They wanted to go home on time, and that was a challenge if Vi didn't count her till.
“Duchess?”
“Of course.”
“Fine, but next time, get her sister to get her, and don't make me count your stuff.” Jacks sighed. Vi nodded and went to her register. She was counting her bills and glancing at Reina, making sure she was okay. If she worked fast enough, she wouldn't have to fret.
She had to stuff the extra cash in the safe in the back, taking her eyes off Reina for a couple minutes. It was the most stressful few minutes of the night.
When she got back to wipe down the bar one last time, she was met with a cute little imp leaning over the bar. Reina was flushed and a little shaky, probably because she was on her toes so she could lean on her elbows and draw attention to her chest.
“Hey gorgeous~” she purred and blew a kiss. Vi exhaled through her nose and rolled her neck. She was drunk flirting, it didn't really count.
“I'm not pouring you anything else tonight,” she said firmly, making Reina shudder.
“I don't want a drink,” she muttered, “I want you to take me home tonight!”
“I’m clocking out now, so just wait here for a bit,” Vi said, getting Reina to grin. She punched her number into the register computer and tilted her chin at Jacks.
With a nod in return, Vi backed up as far as she could go and ran at the bar. She leapt over it, and stuck the landing on the other side. It would have taken too long to go around the back to meet up with Reina. She had a knack for wandering off.
Reina was gawking as Vi pulled her hoodie on and then pulled Reina to her side, away from the bar. Reina was lucky that Vi’s apartment was a block away, because there was no way she was walking to the subway and then to her dorm in those heels when she was liable to trip.
“You're sleeping over,” Vi said and led Reina to the exit. She hugged Vi around the waist and nuzzled her shoulder.
“I'm finally gonna get to suck Vi tiddy!” she giggled as the cool night air hit them. The city streets were mostly empty, with the occasional car passing by. It was safe enough to get Reina out of harm’s way.
Vi, however, was not safe. She had a bold, drunk woman trying to get under her skirt, and she didn't know if she would be able to handle rejecting the little imp.
“You're not doing that,” Vi sighed and led the way down the street. Reina pouted and whined.
“What do I have to do to get you to notice me?”
“Duchess,” Vi sighed, “If I didn't notice you, I wouldn’t be making sure you're safe.”
“No!” Reina whined and held her tighter, “You don't notice me! What do I have to do to make you want me?”
Vi stayed silent for the rest of the walk. She didn't have a good answer, not for someone who wasn't all the way there. How could she begin to explain that she was second guessing every hint, that she was not the type Reina went for, and that she didn't think she was worth the effort? At least sober Reina had a shred of a filter.
When they got into her apartment, Vi was beet red and flustered. Reina was casually groping her chest and butt, blissfully unaware that she was out of line. Vi had no qualms about throwing her on the couch to get some personal space.
Reina landed on her back with a giggle and sat up. Her smile fell when she realized Vi was walking away instead of joining her.
“Wait!”
“I'll be right back. I need to shower, and you need to rest,” Vi said and made her way to her room. She would be quick, and she would at least get Reina in some pajamas.
As soon as Vi went into her room, which was connected to the bathroom, Reina hiccuped and tears rolled down her cheeks. Vi didn't even want to cuddle her! What if Vi secretly hated her and only put up with her because Romana was making threats?
Reina brought her knees to her chest and sobbed. She really was drunk if she was getting this emotional, but it truly hurt.
Fifteen minutes later, Vi emerged from her room in an old band tee and pajama pants, holding a set of pajamas for her guest. Her hair was still wet, but she could dry it after Reina was in some pajamas and passed out, hopefully in that order.
To her dismay, she found Reina on the couch with bloodshot eyes and running makeup. She was on the phone and clearly upset.
“I'll get an uber—no, she doesn't, she's probably asleep—no, just let me in, I left my ID key!—Ro!” Reina babbled, sounding far less drunk. She huffed and pocketed her phone when she realized her sister hung up on her.
“Reina?” Vi asked hesitantly, getting Reina to jolt.
“I thought you were sleeping,” Reina grumbled. Vi sat next to her and set the pajamas aside.
“I said I was showering and I'd be back,” Vi said softly, “And that you need to rest.”
Reina sniffled and curled into herself.
“I'm sorry,” she breathed, “I'm just making a mess for you. I can go—”
“In the morning,” Vi cut her off firmly, “I don't trust the world with you like this.”
“You're just being nice because Romana’s threatening you,” Reina huffed, “You don't have to deal with me.”
“Duchess,” Vi said after a beat, “Romana won't threaten me, I have twice as many counter threats as her.”
“Then why!?” Reina shouted, “All I do is get in your way because I want you to like me back! I even tried getting help from those bitches and I still don't know how to get you to notice me!”
“You—You like me?” Vi squeaked.
“Yes! I want to cuddle and kiss and fuck you! I want you to be my girlfriend and hold me!” Reina pouted, “But you don't see me like that—”
Without thinking, Vi kissed her forehead and pulled her into a hug.
“All you had to do was get me alone and say it,” she mumbled and stroked Reina’s hair, “I overthink everything unless you're direct.”
“So you want to be my girlfriend?” Reina responded, in complete shock, “Even though I'm a hot mess?”
“You're a mess, you're a wreck. You are perfect,” Vi replied and pulled out of the hug, “But you need to change your clothes. You're not sleeping in that, and if you want to sleep in my bed you need to wear something.”
“Will you help me and ogle my half naked body while you dress me?” Reina asked, perking up a bit. Vi snickered and shook her head.
“I don't need any more excitement tonight,” she said and pulled Reina’s legs onto her lap. The shoes would go first.
“The thought of me in my undies gets you excited?” Reina jeered and giggled.
“Almost as much as the thought that a confident, sexy whirlwind like you would be into someone as bitter as me,” she answered and freed Reina’s feet, tossing the heels to the floor.
Before Reina could pounce, Vi quickly slipped the pajama pants over her ankles and held onto the waistband.
As expected Reina lunged at her and tackled her on her back in a hug. She was a giggling mess as Vi pulled those pants up to her hips.
“Once you're dressed and I dry my hair we can go to bed,” Vi hummed.
“And we'll be girlfriends!”
“Ask me out when you're sober, then we'll be girlfriends,” Vi countered as Reina nuzzled her chest.
Reina sat up and tore off her dress, not caring who saw, except Vi, she wanted Vi to like what she saw—she was proud of her boobies!
Vi, however, was quick to grab the shirt she brought and tug it over Reina’s head, covering her up as fast as she could.
Reina pouted at her. But she couldn't stay upset, not when Vi was blushing so cutely.
“Violetta,” Reina purred, getting Vi to swallow thickly. To be fair, pushing a horny drunk woman away from her probably was nerve-wracking.
“Is it bedtime?”
“Depends, what are you plotting?”
“Cuddles and boob squishes,” Reina giggled, “I get grabby in my sleep!”
Vi exhaled through her nose fondly and shook her head.
“Yeah, it's bedtime. You get settled and I'll join you when I'm done with my hair.”
Reina squealed and kissed her cheek before running to the bedroom. VI had a feeling Reina would be passed out by the time she got there. The Duchess was a hot mess, unstable and fun, obnoxious and beautiful, and she was Vi’s. Or she would be in the morning.
