did you hear that betty wilde is currently living in charming, california? they’re a forty-four year old who have been in town for about thirty-one years, and are the manager of mayhem maidens for the wicked wolves. it’s known around town that they’re quite maternal but can also be brutally honest. people in charming always say they’re reminded of betty when thinking of a black convertible with leather seats, sunglasses indoors and black coffee in the mornings, backyard barbeques with loud music, saying ‘its too early for this shit’ no matter what time of day and #1 mom keychain. @charmingextras
-arrived in charming with her mother at the age of thirteen to live with her grandmother
-acclimated well to life there, lived in a trailer park and got a job at an ice cream shope that existed in town at the time as soon as she was old enough to help make money to help out at home
-she ran around with a rough crowd in her late teen years (live fast die young shit) looking for a sense of family and belonging, and the group went on to be some of the founding members of the wicked wolves in charming
-bragged about never being a teen mom, promptly found out she was pregnant about four months into being twenty
- gave birth to her daughter, fiona -- who is now 24 (fiona’s father is a wicked wolf member -- potential future wanted connection)
- started working at the mayhem maidens soon after it opened (stripping brought in far better money and more flexible hours for the young mother than waiting tables anywhere in town)
-her dancing and fun personality made her one of the most popular girls at the club, some men dropping by every night to watch her dance
- she retired from dancing (and the occasional and very exclsuive escorting appointment) at the age of thirty-five when she took over as the manager of the mayhem maidens
PERSONALITY
- while she has no formal higher education, but is very business savvy and good at picking up on what works and what doesn’t and what can be improved and made more efficient
-genuinely cares for the girls she manages -- has an open door policy with them where they are always welcome to come to her with any concerns or needs. checks in with everyone, makes the girls feel like a family. makes sure the girls always have food backstage, a place to do their laundry, drives to doctors appointments and a place to sleep if they need somewhere safe. hosts a weekly sunday lunch; likes having a full house.
-that being said, she doesn’t put up with attitudes and bullshit. if there’s ever a case of a girl coping too much diva attitude or causing drama, betty has been known to bypass her three strikes rule completely and fire someone on the spot.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
-old friends! betty has spent most of her life in charming, so it’s possible for her to have friends and fueds that go back as far as high school
-mayhem maidens! if your character works at mayhem, they definitely know betty! let’s plot their history!
-fellow mothers! even though her daughter is off at college, it’s still good to people people to bond about the stresses of motherhood with
-fellow wolves! she’s been a member for over a decade so let’s plot bonds!
-family! possible for her to have cousins in the area!
i’m really open to almost anything so let me know if you have ideas or would like to plot!
location: la luna
“Brought you some goodies,” Betty greets, placing the Sephora bag down on the table in front of Alex before taking her seat.
“You’ve seen Ocean’s 8, right? I tried that trick Sandy Bullock does in the beginning and it totally worked. I can’t believe they let them put shit like that in a movie.”
“yeah, and no matter how many pretty girls are around– there are two times as many dumbass losers trailing not too far behind.” benny huffed out with a shake of his head as he sat back in the chair in betty’s office. “is that why you wanted to talked to me? bets, if your security is walking around smiling, i think it sends off the wrong message.”
Betty pauses, tilting her head to the side and considering. “Fine, I’ll give you that one,” she admits, before leaning forward in her chair. “But at least when you’re in the back looking after the girls -- maybe lighten up a little bit? They got to deal with enough moody men, I want them to trust you so they’re comfortable coming up to you and talking to you if they need it. Be as gloomy and broody with any motherfucker sitting in those seats, but be nice to my girls.”
The joke earns a sage nod, replacing a laugh as the woman lights up and continues her story. Yeah, this all checks out. One of her better outings, really, in this town. And if she had the time, she’d likely ask for the details regarding the feud for the sake of gossip.
“Yeah, I can only imagine the situation a decade ago,” she finally muses, only to shake her head as an amused huff tumbles under her breath. “Ass fucking deficit, Jesus…”
Echo couldn’t say Betty Wilde wasn’t entertaining.
“I’m kinda getting the story that you have a great ass, ma’am, it’s–” She taps her left temple. “–kinda cemented in my noggin, now.” With a sharp inhale and heavy exhale, the detective takes one step closer to the building and gestures towards it.
“Would it be easier if we just go in together, get the Russian whatever-the-fuck you wanted, and you can leave talking to his wife to me? I’m being serious.”
“It really is the most important part of the story,” Betty explains as she brings the cigarette to her mouth to take another drag.
Maybe Echo would put it in the police report or something -- she would love certified documentation that she had the best ass in town. Hell, she would frame it and hang it on her office walls.
Exhaling smoke, Betty taps the ash out on the cement and lifts her chin towards the door.
“So if little ol’ panties-up-her-ass in there starts throwing a fit, you’re gonna take care of it?”
“Apologies for that, dude sucks.” Uly says of his father, that being the nicest thing in his armoury when it came to the man. It had been six years since he’s seen him in the flesh, and he had all but told him if he ever saw him again one of them would leave that conversation in a pine box.
Reaching into his back pocket, he retrieves a dark navy bandana that had been tucked in there in a poor fold, bringing it to his face and tying it at the back so it kept everything from his eyes down concealed. He pulls the hood up of his black hoodie next, stepping backwards towards the liqour store.
“Nah, served the full one. If I end up back there, you better visit me.”
He leaves that hanging in the air between them before he disappears into the store with his head turned away from the counter as if he was searching for something specific. He disappeared down the aisle where the fridges were and took out a can of beer, jamming his bike key into the side of it and removing it before he let it drop while he ducked down so he was hidden by shelving. It spun when it hit the floor, a hissing sound emitting from it.
He waited for the sound of the counter opening and feet moving quick before he jumped the counter himself, taking a bottle of black wax-sealed vodka in each hand. Uly had saw some squiggles on it that he assumed was Russian, and with that he was sprinting for the door, passed Betty in a break for the alley next to the laundromat four doors down and calling behind him as he did.
“Hope you wore shoes for running.”
Betty snorts to herself with a cock of her head as she watches him disappear into the liquor store -- the little bell above the door announcing his entry, thinking with some amusement of how even when the boy protested the man, he still looked eerily like his father with a bandana veiled over his jaw.
Leaning against her car, the redhead glances over her shoulders at the surrounding parking lot like she’s seventeen and playing lookout again, swirling the ring of her keys around her fingers so she’s ready to make a quick escape when he emerges.
“The hell--” she begins as he races past her in a blurr, watching him disppear down the stretch of storefronts.
“Fucking kids.”
She had, in fact, not worn shoes for running. But luckily she was only wearing heeled boots and not stilettos.
Betty takes off after Uly in a ginger run, her tight dress and shoes not giving her the advantage of a range of motion.
“How fucking old do I look to you?” she pants as she joins him in the alley, before holding up a hand to negate his answer.
“Nevermind -- don’t answer that. Jesus, did you take two?”
biting the inside of her cheek, betty’s words cutting deep as she was someone that had been a major presence in her life, she knew she fucked up. it wasn’t like sofia would ever back down while being scared, that just wasn’t who she was, who she was raised to be. she was just in the same boat as betty and really didn’t want to drive the extra time for her favorite tequila. especially if she was spending the money. “fine, i’m going,” raising her hands up in surrender before making her way into the store.
“Thatta girl, you’re my angel,” Betty calls after Sofia as she retreats into the store, blowing a kiss after her as the bell on the little shop dings. She spends her time idling in the parking lot, checking her nail polish while she leans against the hood of her convertable. “See? Knew I could count on you,” she winks to the younger woman, pulling her ring of keys from her pocket and walking around to the drivers side. “You want a ride to work, hun? We can go through the drive-thru on the way there -- you hungry?”
the shift wasn’t half bad for one during the afternoon and early evening. she had originally intended on working a double but she had decided against that. that was what had led to her getting changed into some actual comfortable clothing. after scrubbing her face of make up she went to make sure that the dj got his cut of her profit. her next stop was betty’s office and she playfully rapped her knuckles against the doorframe. after that she made her way inside and plopped down on the chair in front of the desk,” the men were feeling generous today,” she said in a sing song tone as she pulled out a pile of bills to slide over,” and i am so ready to go to hale’s and get a burger but i don’t wanna move.”
Betty is clacking away at her laptop when Azra enters, the light of the laptop screen reflecting in the reading glasses she looks over. “God, you look fucking comfortable, I wish that were me,” Betty morns in jealousy; being the boss meant the bump in pay, but it also required looking her best when she was in the building. The reputation of her establishment meant a lot to her, because it reflected on her personally. Leaning forward, she collects the piles of bills and licks her thumb -- counting them out herself before she moves to place them in the automatic counter behind her desk. “Yeah, men start getting real generous at the end of January. Got Superbowl coming, March madness. They forget what to do with themselves so they start throwing money at anything pretty.” She then eyes Azra in the seat, as if she’s working stuff out in her head. “I thought you were working a double tonight?”
“Uh-huh. Got some beef.” So this is an interesting way to start her day. For what it’s worth, she doesn’t turn on a heel straight into the store without hearing out the other woman. Mental notes of outrageous drama tucked away for later – this batshit story could only come out from the bowels of Charming, California.
“Gotta say, ma’am, it’s a compelling story. You’d think after ten years, bygones’d be bygones. She really still that hung up or have you not seriously gone to this store in… a decade?”
“Grade A beef, officer. Prime rib, you could even say,” Betty chuckles at her own joke as she places the Virginia Slim cigarette between her lips and motions towards the store on the exhale.
“Not my fault that her husbands an ass man and managed to marry the one woman in this town with an ass deficit, you know? I can see why she’s still bitter about it -- you can still bounce a quarter off my ass, so you can imagine what condition it was in ten years ago.”
She holds her hands up, cigarette still between two fingers, in a gesture of innocence.
“Scout’s honor, officer, I would never disrespect a business owner in such a way,” she grins, winking before letting out a laugh.
“Nah, I go in when her husband is working. He’s always real happy to see me come and watch me leave -- if you catch my drift.”
