#olivianunez

[stellatravers]

closed starter for this bitch @olivianunez​

Stella’s very much a people person. She has lots of friends and is never opposed to making more. Regardless, she has only one best friend. She considers Olivia her solemate and sole sister (thus the matching tattoos on the soles of their feet; tattooed by Olivia herself when she was practicing her new gun). Stella trusted and loved her completely, so imagine her surprise when she catches her with some handsome stranger leaving Putt Putt Please the night before. With much to catch up on, Stella called Olivia and asked her to meet her at The Red Bar. She wanted to know why this mystery man was kept a secret. Sole sisters were starting to sound an awful lot like no sisters. Granted, she has no real reason to be upset— unless she’s jealous. 

[gagethatcher]

NUNEZ, OLIVIA:

He must’ve known her well because the second he mentioned banging Stella and using her to piss off her brother, Liv saw red. They may be friends, and he may be a fun dick to ride but Stella was her girl. She’d break his precious penis before she ever let him anywhere near her.

Sure, Stella could probably take care of herself and Liv had no room to talk or prevent Stella from seeing other people and boning them while she did the same things herself but it was the circumstance that bothered her. The devil was in the details.

“You better be joking,” she warns. Albeit, she lightens the mood again with a rough, playful shove to the shoulder. “I’m not sure you’re Trix’s type, to be honest. Then again, I think she has boned a few animals. And if you’re proposing what I think you’re proposing, then you need to get in line.” Because he was being so openly candid with her, Liv felt compelled and comfortable to do the same. “I’m already trying to line one threesome up. If it doesn’t pan out the way I hope, maybe we’ll give you a call. Just don’t hold your breath. Or maybe you should. I’ve met her brother. Sick fuck. Mean as can be. I’d hate to be you if you ever did manage to con Trix into fucking you and he found out. I’ll write you a good eulogy though.” Scouts honor.

As she waited for him to type out and send the texts, Liv absentmindedly drew invisible lines across her taut stomach, tempting Gage without actually meaning to. “Actually, I appreciate the slice but do you think you can loan me a gram? You know, just in case I need to sweeten the punch for what I’ve got going on later?” It seemed fair enough. Not that mauling Gage in public was truly horrendous. In fact, it would be her greatest pleasure.

“We should go. Just in case she’s close by and we need to beat her there.” Liv sat up and closed the door to his van before hopping into the passenger seat up front.

-

Gage was surprised when she got offended but then relaxed when she eased back into their usual banter. He knew how close she and Stella were and didn’t want her to think he would hurt her. That wasn’t the idea behind his vicious plan to get back at Dante. It was only supposed to hurt D’, no one else. Then again, messing with family always has its consequences. Not that he would know. His parents weren’t the loving type. His father was a real bastard and his mother was a delusional hag with more demons than Hell. With such a fucked up lineage, it was no wonder he couldn’t escape his own shadows. His parents were still his parents after all. Their degeneracy was his degeneracy. And if he were to ever have children, they would probably come out just as cruel. The thought in itself was a nightmare because he knows how much Camila wants a family of her own, and he’s not so sure his offspring would live up to her fantasy. 

“Fucking me isn’t the worst she could do, Liv. You’ve fucked me, you would know. But yeah, if your little threesome doesn’t work out, call me. I’ll be gentle.” He teased, knowing she could handle anything he throws at her. He wasn’t the only animal here. Liv was a firecracker and honestly, with the way she rides a dick, he wasn’t so sure he could handle two of them. She almost broke his dick one time — He had it looked at a few weeks later and the doctor said there was some inner scarring. Whoever she was setting up was in for a real treat — or trick. 

“I’m not a drug dealer.” Gage lit another cigarette as he turned the wheel toward the pier before parking in the lot. “—But because you’re my only real friend, sure.” He moved to the back of the van to rummage through his stuff. There were some food boxes, beer, a box of condoms, and even a picture of him with Camila taped to the wall. He had to make sure Olivia didn’t see it. “Just stay there. It’s a mess back here.” Then again she might be able to make Camila out when she shows up, even if was getting dark out. “Fuck it. I don’t care. You’re cool...” The inner workings of his mind came out. “The girl is Camila Garza, okay? It’s too hard keeping it a secret from you. Just don’t tell anyone. If you do, I’ll break you like you tried to break my dick last year.” He shuffled back over to her and slapped the gram in her palm, wrapped in ceramic to stay fresh. 

[hansach]

whenever things were a bit calmer in house of ink, hansa liked doing some doodling here and there to add to their flash tattoo samples. they were sitting by the front desk area while their receptionist was on their lunch break, and got a bit startled as olivia suddenly hid behind the front desk. granted, it didn't need an explanation from the woman to make hansa realize what was going on. "you'll owe me big time, nunez." hansa let out a heavy sigh as they spoke to one of their co-workers. suffice to say, both olivia and hansa were the ones who kept bringing in more clients and giving house of ink more money, so of course they could turn down a few clients here and there. "where are your balls, huh?" they teased, smirking at olivia as they hopped down from their seat.

"hey, harold my man! what can i do for you?" hansa asked and the man said they wanted to do a retouch with olivia. "damn, liv's fully booked today, though. but i can help. c'mon, let's go over to my lil turf of love." they gently nudged liv with the tip of their boot as they walked around the front desk, bringing harold along with her to her working station. ugh, liv was right though. some people totally forgot the notion of personal hygiene, which, hansa was ballsy enough to bring it up to harold in their own, sweet way. once they were done working on him a few hours later, they washed their hands and moved to liv's work station. "alright. how do you want to repay me for being the best in your life right now?" ( @olivianunez )

at house of ink with @hansach

"Oh no," Olivia whined, right before she hid behind the front desk and attempted to play dead standing up. "It's hairy back harold again. Seriously, can you take him? If I have to inhale the smell of his B.O. one more time while under my tattoo gun, I'm not kidding when I say, I'm gonna throw up." Hansa would be doing her a huge favor if they took one for the team or simply scared dirty Harold off once and for all. "I even asked him to shave last time to get a clearer canvas and he didn't wanna listen. It's like dude! get fucking lost then, for the love of god and my sanity!" Olivia can be the sweetest person in the world to her clients but there's some that have crossed even her steeliest nerves and made the objective harder than it needs to be.

[gagethatcher]

NUNEZ, OLIVIA:

“Har, har.” As her sarcasm faded, a smile blossomed in its place. Crude as he was, he came with great ideas. “You know, I actually wouldn’t be opposed to either concepts. So long as I can trust you not to draw a dick between my legs when you get finished.” She’ll consider his offer.

In the meantime….. her grin grew twice in size, as he proclaimed her the hottest twister at that god forsaken club. Liv enjoyed her time there, and she made a few friends along the way. ( Like Gage ) so, she couldn’t say the experience was a total waste of her youth. It had its perks. And likewise, it’s drawbacks.

“If this other guy looks as terrible as you, I’m not sure I want to.” She was only teasing as she took a drag of the cigarette he offered her, before handing it back.

Afterwards, she leaned her head against the pillows he had bordered along the back of his van and laid her hands to rest over her stomach. “Your ex sounds like a total bitch, no offense. She’s always jerking you around. Dude, you gotta get over it.” She knows he’s in love or whatever. He didn’t have to say it outright for it to be made obvious. At the same time, she hated seeing him get so down over one girl. Even if she was THE girl, it still wasn’t cool. Gage was a good guy. A little rough around the edges, and he might’ve worn the mouth of a sailor but it was still a good mouth. It brought her to orgasm multiple times. And it could again, if they were to allow it. “You sound pussy whipped. Are you sure all this heartache is even worth it? I mean, I get you love her and all but…. I hate that she doesn’t see how awesome you are. Smelly, but still awesome.”

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her and Liv sprang up. “You know what we should do? Instead of you feeling sorry for yourself. Frankly, it’s lame.” She pauses for a beat to dig out her phone. “We should make her jealous. Tell her to meet you somewhere, and then text her back and be like ‘oh sorry, wrong text’. It’ll get her thinking. She’ll probably show up wherever it is because, she’s a girl and we’re jealous and nosey as fuck. And then…. you can grab me and we’ll make out. She’ll see what she’s missing and come crying back to you like…. oh baby I’m so sorry, I made a huge mistake. Fuck me again please.” Sounds cruel but, its effective. “Trust me, it works every time.”

-

Why draw a dick between her legs when he can put his real dick between her legs. It wouldn’t be the first time they fooled around inside the tattoo parlor after closing hours. For a while, before he left to join the Locals Only Tour, it was Olivia who got him through the many ups and downs with Camila. She was heaven-sent but with devil horns and a pitchfork tail like him. The only times he couldn’t stand being around her was when her friend would show up. Dante’s sister was a thorn in his side. He wouldn’t be opposed to hanging out with her now, knowing how much it would bother Dante. He still needed to even the score for the black eye and his comments on Camila. 

“Oh, he looks bad. Then again he always looked bad.” Gage grinned as he accepted the rotating cigarette. “If you wanna know who it is. It was Dante fucking Travers. I might have told him I banged his sister in his bed. Before you chew me out, it was a lie. I only said that to rile him up. But now I’m thinking I owe him one. So if you and Trix ever wanna get together... I have an empty apartment and a shit ton of pot.” His bed was small and on the floor, but in the right positions they could make it work. 

He lays down beside her when she gets comfortable on her back, and looks at her hips and stomach as her shirt rises. She was smoking hot and he was a little too horny for this. Her idea to make Camila jealous, however, told him she was on the same page. Why sulk when you can get revenge? “I’m not pussy whipped. I’m not even getting pussy from her. She’s still with her dumb boyfriend. But if you wanna help me make her jealous, I’m down. You’re evil... You know that, right?” He says as he pulls his phone out of his pant pocket and ‘accidentally’ texts her. 

Gage: Yo babe, meet me at the pier? 

Gage: Sorry. Wrong person. 

“Done and done. Guess we’ll be taking this show to the pier. I’ll buy you a slice.” 

[gagethatcher]

NUNEZ, OLIVIA.

The nickname, although meant to be an affectionate gesture on his end, caused Liv to visibly cringe. She liked it. It’s just that, it reminded her of her mom before she passed. She used to call Liv her tiny dancer all the time, as Olivia curtsied around the house and their dining room table.

“So does yours.” Gage might’ve forgot but, Liv never did. The atomic bombshells loved him. They’d all try to drink with him after their shift ended or begged him for rides in his van ( and around his dick ). Some he indulged, others he rejected. He was hot commodity at the club until he got fired. But even the manager’s wife loved him and would probably hire him back.

“Don’t mind if I do.” The invite to pop a squat with him in his van was well received. Liv not only helped herself to the open spot next to him, but to one of the cold beers in his mobile cooler. “I’ll never say no to a bar crawl. But, you do realize that one of these days you’re going to have to pay me for all the free ink. Maybe my generosity is still the reason why I can’t quit the club.” She wanted to. But, she owned the owner a lot of money still and he refused to let her go until payment was fully received. “How are things? Aside from you getting your ass kicked by your friend?”

-

“Yeah, well.” His looks were the only thing he has. Living in Siesta Key was a constant reminder that he didn’t fit in with all the high rollers who were living in their big houses with their big families. It’s what Camila wanted too, but he couldn’t give that to her. One day, he’ll inevitably have to let her go, but today wouldn’t be that day. His plan to win her back was rocky thus far, but he believed in it. However, in the meantime, he wasn’t going to sit around like a virgin not getting laid. So if Liv wanted to go at it for old times’ sake, he would be down. 

“I’m paying you now, princess, you’re drinking my beer.” He smirked, keeping the brim of the bottle pressed against his lips. “If you supply the ink, I’ll tattoo you. ‘Locals only’ across your left ass cheek. That would be hot. Maybe, ‘liv and let die’ under your boob?” It was no surprise that he was naming all provocative body parts. When was he not horny? Maybe Cami was right and he’s just a dog forever chasing a bone. 

“Why would you quit? You’re like the hottest girl there. The Titty Twister won’t survive without its Santanico Pandemonium.” Giving her shoulder a nudge, he lights up another cigarette before passing it over. “—Red card, dude. I didn’t get my ass kicked. You should see the other guy.” Dante wasn’t as bad off. But Gage had too much pride to admit defeat. He’ll pay the big idiot back when he screws his sister in the back of his van without a condom. 

“Things are whatever, you know? I tried to get back with my ex but she wasn’t having it.” He’s talked about Camila a bunch of times to Olivia but never name-dropped. At first, Liv thought he made her up, but as time passed by she could see how torn up he was over this mystery woman. “She blue-balled me twice. Black and blue face and black and blue balls. Does God hate me or what?” 

[gagethatcher]

NUNEZ, OLIVIA 

“Got one for me, stranger?” It’s been, give or take, a couple weeks since Liv’s seen Gage at the club. She was starting to wonder what happened until she saw his face and knew. His mouth must’ve got him in trouble. “Someone rearrange your face? Or are you having work done?” It is Siesta Key after all. Plastic Surgery is as common as breathing around here.

.

“Oh hey, Tiny Dancer.” He smiled, leaning away from his van to hand her a cold beer from the cooler. Gage worked as a bartender for a few weeks at the club before switching to stagehand. In his time at Sky Lounge, they became close and sometimes even closer. “Ah well, this—” he points at the bruise on his face with a smirk “—just me an old friend catching up. But don’t worry, I wouldn’t take a swing at your pretty face. I know it sells tickets.” He teased, taking a seat in his van. There was enough room for the both of them to sit with the door open while still enjoying the ocean breeze. “You know, I was planning on seeing you. I just won’t be back at the club until the next theme change. But if you’re ever up to hanging out, we could go barhopping and get more regrettable tattoos—for old-time sake..”