Bottle girl wlw · Y/n story by @anyanicole

The club’s back door groaned open, letting in a slice of streetlight and noise. A figure stood silhouetted against it—someone new, someone who clearly wasn’t staff.

Ava

looks up from her phone Can I help you?

The stranger stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind them. The bass from the main room briefly swelled before cutting off.

???

I’m looking for Calista DeLuca.

Calista’s hand froze mid-reach for another bottle. She turned slowly, eyes narrowing.

Calista DeLuca–Kastrinos

dryly And you are?