#✦ champagne nights & faded dreams ˏˋ°•⁀➷ int: wolfie ✦

[billiethrills]

her smirk deepened, a glint of amusement sparking in her dark eyes as she twirled the remaining liquor in her glass before downing the rest in one smooth motion. the burn was familiar, welcome — nothing she couldn’t handle. she placed the empty glass on the bar with an easy flick of her wrist, tilting her head slightly as she watched wolfie shift his weight with that signature flair of his. “oh, don’t worry, sweetheart,” she mused, “you could outshine every bottle girl in this place without even trying.” her gaze swept over the room, the neon lights casting a sultry glow over the sea of overdressed patrons, all too eager to throw their money around for the sake of an image. pandemonium was all smoke and mirrors — glitz on the surface, but the real action was always happening in the shadows. billie knew that better than most. “so, a break, huh?” she tapped a manicured nail against the bar, considering him with a slow grin. “sounds like a damn good idea. but if we’re drinking, we’re drinking.” she turned, catching the bartender’s attention with a look, ordering something stronger, something that would make the night a little more interesting. “besides, what’s the point of surviving this madhouse if we’re not gonna have a little fun while we’re at it?” she leaned in just slightly, lowering her voice just enough to be heard over the bass-heavy music. “tell me — are you just looking for a drink, or are you up for something a little more... entertaining?” her smirk was all challenge, her gaze daring, as she traced the rim of her fresh glass before raising it to her lips. “because i have a feeling you and i could make this place a hell of a lot more fun.”

❝𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐎.❞ He admits playfully with a hum, but definitely not by the clientele... Or at least most of them, anyway. If they were cute, then fine, it was worth it, to an extent. But unfortunately it did come with most jobs regardless of occupation. ❝I mostly did it for a generous tip.❞ He admits. Though, in a place as flashy as Pandemonium, the tips were already included, it all just depended how much higher some of the clients were willing to go; most were usually always flashing their wealth or too drunk to think it through. Shifting his weight to one foot and jutting a hip outward at the compliment, Wolfie jokes, ❝Thanks, couldn't let the bottle girls get all the attention.❞ Finishing inputting the last of the bottles he had helped deliver prior to helping the influencers, Wolfgang turns his attention to Billie with a smirk, ❝Y'know, I was just thinking about how I should be goin' on break soon.❞ Green eyes flicker down to the glass in her hand, ❝Looks like it's time for another.❞

[billiethrills]

billie leaned against the sleek marble bar, one leg crossed over the other, watching the chaos of pandemonium unfold like it was her own personal movie. she held a half-empty glass in one hand, the other idly playing with the edge of her fitted, sequined dress. fridays here were always like this — a hurricane of strobe lights, loud music, and high-maintenance clientele trying to outdo each other. her gaze flicked to wolfie, his frustration practically radiating off him as he juggled the ridiculous demands of the so-called influencers. she couldn’t help but laugh softly to herself. it was rare to see someone as unbothered as him look so...bothered. pushing off the bar, she sauntered over to him, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. “you know,” she said, her voice dripping with dry amusement, “if you keep letting them boss you around, they’ll think you’re their personal assistant.” she tilted her head, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder as she gave him a once-over. “but hey, at least you look good doing it.” the corners of her lips lifted into a playful smirk, the glass still dangling gracefully from her fingers. “what’s next? fetching their oat milk lattes?” she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice so only he could hear her over the music. “if you want out, just say the word. i could use a drinking partner to survive this madhouse.”

Location: Pandemonium

Status: open @sinnerssquarestart

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋, especially for a nightclub as notorious as Pandemonium. Wolfie agrees to cover for one of the bottle-girl's that had a 'last minute family emergency' as she claimed, tale as old as time. Been there, done that multiple times. He would've preferred if they'd just be honest and admitted the actual reason to him rather than the same lie they'd fed the manager, he wouldn't have snitched anyway. Nonetheless, he agrees to it, deciding the extra tips would be worth it anyway. ❝Jesus fuck, please just take the goddamn Hennessy and Don Julio bottles.❞ He had stupidly agreed to helping someone with their video, thinking it'd be quick; but no, they'd needed the 'right shot' resulting in him taking the tray and placing it down three separate times now. His poor limp wrists. ❝These damn wannabe influencers...❞