#isobella.

[reinathane]

CLOSED / @izzyrojas LOCATION: The Dive

With Jason gone, Reina’s got an entirely new set of weights loaded on her shoulders — not only is she now the sole owner of Calliope, she’s also got no solid in with the club anymore outside of her brothers in law, which means she’s got to solidify her place with Seth by any means possible. And if that means showing up at the Dive now and then to nag him a little and remind him she’s not going anywhere, then so be it. What she least expects, however, is to find Izzy of all people on stage dancing with the other strippers like the common whore she used to be. Truthfully, Reina hadn’t had much respect for the woman back in the day when she’d been a Siren turned Old Lady, which is the standard for her, but ever since Izzy seemed to clean up her act and started working in the beauty industry Reina’s at least found some kind of common ground with the other woman. So seeing this tonight is shocking, to say the least, and Reina can’t help but watch for a few minutes from the bar until there’s a lull in the show and Izzy’s apparently done. She ends up in Reina’s proximity afterwards and of course, Reina being Reina, she just can’t help but make a comment about what she’s just seen. “Thought your days of being a whore for a few bucks were over.”

[reinathane]

CLOSED / @izzyrojas

It’s not shocking when Reina ends up at Sage Spa & Wellness only a few days after moving to town, having made an emergency appointment with Izzy Rojas to fix the nightmare that has become her skin. She knows the woman a bit just through the club itself — being an Old Lady bonds you even if their significant others weren’t ever in the same charter together — and she doesn’t particularly like Izzy but she doesn’t hold the same animosity toward her as she did about a decade ago when the woman was just a Siren. The other woman is maybe the only person in Olympus that Reina would trust with her face, and now that she’s been torn away from her usual beauty team in Vegas, she’ll just have to make do with what she’s got. She’s surprisingly patient as she waits for her appointment, throwing Izzy a tight lipped smile before they get started. “I just need a facial, desperately. This move is stressing me out and creating lines I didn’t think I’d be seeing for another ten years,” her hands move to pull at the skin on her face before they drop again, a scowl crossing over her features. “Plus I’m feeling saggy. Does that happen? Sag from stress? It’s ruining my fucking life.”