payback is a bad bitch || bianca & lola
bianca finishes the job she was given, regardless of her situation with the aces at the moment. following lola to a club, the two end up partying together and bianca uses that as her chance to strike.
Bianca had managed to track down Lola pretty easily, the girl’s hair was hard to miss. She’d been following the girl for a couple of hours now, waiting til the opportunity arose to put her plan in motion. She’d been kicked out of the warehouse, but she still considered this her mission. Once it was over, Owen could choose to see he was wrong or they could part ways officially. But that couldn’t be her focus now, her focus was Lola, who happened to be stepping into a club at that very moment. Bianca, following a good distance behind, entered the club as well, moving through the crowd to the bar. Taking a seat, she ordered a drink and waited, knowing the girl would eventually make her way to the bar. It didn’t take long, Lola was right near Bianca, ordering a drink. Finally, she spoke up and made her presence known, “What brings you here tonight? I happen to be trying to get fucked up enough to forget how much of a piece of shit Owen Milligan is.” She smirked, taking a sip of her drink.
After a long, long day of scamming men who just simply didn’t know any better than to trust a pretty girl with an ulterior motive, Lola couldn’t think of a better way to end her night than to hit up one of Toronto’s finest clubs. She walked hastily toward the entrance, immediately she ran into a bouncer. Once everything had been cleared up at the door, Lola gave a small grin as he reluctantly allowed her in. She glanced around the dimly lit room for anyone she might’ve known, but couldn’t make any out. There was a small part of her that had been relieved, as she didn’t want to run into anyone unpleasant tonight. She was just looking to have some fun and thankfully, she found it in the form of cute, albeit gullible guys. Once she’d decided she had enough of them, though, Lola made a beeline for the bar. “Can I get a margarita?” she asked, twirling around in her seat until she came face to face with the person that had spoken to her. “Ha, I don’t think there’s enough alcohol in this bar to forget about that obnoxious asshole,” she responded with a smirk. “Glad you’ve finally realized how awful he is, though,” Lola added, taking a sip of her own drink. She wasn’t one for small talk, but maybe she’d be able to get information out of her. “As for me, well, I guess you could say I’m just here for quality entertainment.”
Bianca snorted, rolling her eyes as a smirk grew on her lips, “I’ll have to agree with that. It’s like he has a stick permanently lodged up his ass.” She snarled, not having to really act the part since she did feel this way about Owen, even if she did partially understand his toughness on her. She downed the rest of her drink, knowing she couldn’t drink much if she wanted to do her job well, but she needed to look the part to fool Lola. After ordering another drink, she turned her body slightly towards Lola, “I told him off and basically got kicked out. For an asshole, he’s overly sensitive. I can’t help that I’m a strong ass woman, he’s probably used to pussy girls.” She laughed, looking at Lola. Nodding her head towards Lola, she smirked, “You’re a Viper, right? You have to deal with dick dudes?” She questioned. Her eyes scanned the crowd around them, “Oh, this whole town is entertainment.”
Any hint of a grin faded as Bianca revealed she was kicked out, but she quickly composed herself. As much as she felt for the girl, Lola knew better than to let her guard down. But as she ordered another drink, and another, and another—she eventually found herself more open to the conversation, despite whatever consequences she’d have to deal with because of it. “Preach,” Lola simply replied, shaking her head as she laughed. “If you ask me, I’d say he’s probably feeling a little threatened,” she went on, the smirk still plastered on her face. She didn’t know Bianca very well, but she had certainly heard of the girl. And it was definitely no secret that Bianca is as tough as they get. “Fuck him, though. You’re better off.” She then concluded, shrugging her shoulders. She downed the rest of her drink, already feeling herself slip as the minutes progressed. “Mhm, yeah. But they aren’t dicks all the time.. I mean, they know better than to try me,” Lola laughed off. Just then the song changed, prompting a high-pitched squeal from Lola. “I love this song! You have to dance with me,” she grinned as she took Bianca’s hand into hers and guided them to the dance floor.
Every time Lola looked at her, Bianca made sure to sip from her drinking, making it seems as though she was drink as much as the other girl, though that was not the case. She nearly lost count at how many drinks Lola had and, if she knew the girl, she’d probably feel bad for taking advantage, but they were strangers, and this was a job, nothing else, “I have heard I’m pretty intimidating, he’s probably never met a girl like me.” She laughed, a haughty expression on her face. Bianca just let the girl drink and converse with her, easing her into a fate she didn’t expect. A look of surprise crossed the girl’s face at the sound of a squeal from the smaller girl, “Shit, well, why not.” She agreed, following her new acquaintance into the bodies of people. The two girls moved with the crowd, Bianca’s hands in the air as they danced to the beat. After a few songs, she leaned in towards Lola and yelled over the music, “Wanna go get some air? Smoke a cig?” She suggested, her heart already racing from the dancing, but the adrenaline pumping in her now was a whole different feeling.
Lola released another loud giggle, evidently pleased as Bianca willingly followed her into the large crowd of people. Immediately, she began moving her body in tune to the rhythm. As the two girls danced together—she couldn’t help but notice a couple of guys making eyes at them, but this had only encouraged her to keep up with her movements. Lola enjoyed being at the center of attention, something about having everyone’s eyes on her always made her feel good. Like she was in control, and they were all wrapped around her finger. “Oh my god. Don’t look now, but Matthew Daddario’s lost brother is practically drooling over you..” Lola said with a playful grin. She’d thought about motioning for him and his cute friend to come over, but when Bianca suggested they go outside, she nodded enthusiastically. Leading them out through the back door, she inhaled deeply. “God, I didn’t even realize how hot it was in there! Anyway, I’ve got my lighter if you need it..”
Bianca followed her soon to be victim out the front door, the cool air of the night smacking her slightly sweaty face. It felt good, it helped clear her head and now she felt even more focused on her mission that was rapidly approaching its climax. The brunette led the girl around the corner of the club, “The bouncers get pissed when you smoke near them.” She said as an excuse to get them out of sight. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a cigarette box, extracting a single cigarette. Placing it between her lips, she let Lola light the end. After taking a drag, Bianca sighed, “Just wanna say, I’m only half sorry about this.” Quickly, she brought her fist into contact with Lola’s cheek. The other girl fell to the ground, knocked out from a single punch, though it helped that she had already been pretty drunk. Placing her cigarette between her lips, Bianca grabbed Lola’s arm and hauled it over her shoulders, making it look like she was just helping her too drunk friend to the car. She didn’t have much trouble carrying the small girl to the car she’d “borrowed” and soon Lola was laying passed out in the backseat. Not wanting her to wake up, the dark haired beauty sped through the streets till she was at the Ace warehouse. Doing her best to keep quiet, she dragged the girl inside, into a back room where she tied the girls hands and feet. When the job was finished, she huffed, looking down at the girl tied up and feeling no remorse or sympathy at this point.
