@rhysanova is my Boyfriend
Stella City on a Saturday night had truly become an evening fit for KINGS and QUEENS thanks to the nightclub downtown that everybody and their mother had heard about — unless you lived under a ROCK, that is. It was truly the hottest spot for anyone looking to have a good time, and unless you dressed yourself like an absolute clown, it was open to anyone above the age limit. Even the most introverted wallflower would inevitably be drawn to this place, whether looking to abandon their life of MONOTONY or out of simple curiosity. It was just the power Venuz Patrol had over the town’s residents.
The same power running through her very VEINS.
Nicolette loved this place, that much was plainly obvious to anyone with eyes. She spent all her time here, official hours of operation or otherwise. Since arriving in this godforsaken city it was the only true escape she had found. Her heart beat in time with the music blaring out of every speaker, filling the streets outside for blocks, and the top tier booze swam within her bloodstream. It was, perhaps, the ONLY reason she took her job so seriously and dedicated herself to the owner’s rules with so much devotion. Although she mingled as any other paying patron, her gaze was constantly scanning for any fools stupid enough to push the limits.
As she stepped through the large crowd with all the grace of royalty, the club’s security offered nothing but smiles and pleasantries to all those that knew her name. Upon making her way to the bar she was handed a drink, exchanging a simple nod with the bartender as a response. Nursing the beverage in her hands, Nicolette leaned against cold marble and eyed the door in blissful boredom. Her ASS KICKING counter for the night had already reached an impressive six, meaning SIX fools had tried to slip under her radar and ended up meeting the dumpster outside. Most likely, her constant vigilance had struck fear into the hearts of any would-be wrongdoers and the rest of her hours were probably best spent enjoying herself.
Except... she was suddenly blindsided by the silhouette standing at the entrance.
Stumbling as if hit by a fucking truck, the muscle of VP found herself questioning the clarity of her current state. How could she already be this drunk? She’d only reached her fourth drink for the night — speaking of, in her state of absolute SHOCK, the glass had slipped from her grasp and smashed into the floor, shattering to pieces. With just one look at the man in question, her heart had jumped so far into her throat she feared she would BARF all over the dance floor below. Immediately aware of all the eyes staring at her in confusion, she turned and power walked away from the scene towards the front of the building where the other stood admiring the interior.
Panic seized her aching heart as she neared him and she almost turned around and ran away instead of announcing her presence. Standing there looking so confident, it occurred to her just how drastically their positions had switched as she watched him from behind, feeling sweat gather at the nape of her neck. He looked exactly the same has the last time they’d been together, and it really brought home just how unreliable time was. She wondered, had he MISSED her? Had he thought of her like she thought of him? She’d left so abruptly, but seeing him here of all places made her question the existence of FATE ( something Bill often laughed at as complete IGNORANCE ).
In that moment, Nicolette felt a kind of nervousness she hadn’t felt in YEARS. As she stepped towards Rhys, her hands shook, desperate to TOUCH him in any way they could get away with. He was still the handsome CEO she so fondly remembered, and it brought back the nostalgia of their time together; the love from then too came back even stronger, washing over her in waves.
❝ Y... You — aah... ❞
Voice quivering pathetically, whatever she’d meant to say was drowned out by the bubbling of emotions and the booming music around them. Is this what it was like to feel SPEECHLESS? She wondered how Rhys could live with himself when he acted this embarrassing 24/7. Feeling her face grow hot, she steeled herself to try again, this time stepping into his personal space. Her hand slide itself into place upon his lower back and she put on the most CONFIDENT facade she could muster, smiling coyly.
❝ What’s a GOOD-LOOKING guy like you doin’ here all by his lonesome? You got a NAME, Handsome? ❞
