@tana-lopez
Tina was just doing the last touch-ups on her make-up when she saw a black car pull up on her driveway. Having a personal chauffeur was something she’d probably never get used to, shaking her head as it was almost too surreal. To a club in LA of all places. She plopped her lipgloss into her purse before making her way to the car. “Hi, so nice to meet you,” she politely greeted to the driver.
Arriving to the club, Tina decided to wait outside, texting Santana to tell her she had made it. The line was painfully long, and she wasn’t sure whether to get in line or if she would even make it in without Santana. “Where are you?” she texted, hoping she’d come soon.
The text message popped up on to Santana’s screen and she glanced at it quickly before tucking her phone away inside her purse, her car pulling up outside the club to meet her new friend for a night of drinking and dancing. She exited and glanced around, taking a minute to locate the brunette. “Tina,” she called out, her large bodyguard guiding her towards her friend with a happy wave of her hand. “You look good,” she nodded, as her eyes ran across the other woman’s frame approvingly. The sidewalk was packed with people and paparazzi were swarming around like flies too.
Santana was used to this, so she simply smiled graciously but she was well aware that Tina wasn’t, so she looped her arm around Tina’s and let her bodyguard lead them towards the front door. She didn’t say a word to the staff, just raised an eyebrow expectantly, as they swung open the door for the two women.
