resurfacing from hiding it always felt odd readjusting to everything, readjusting to the lies he would have to tell about r e h a b but he got good at them by now; of course it didn’t when the FIRST place he landed was the BAR. more importantly HIS bar. settling on one of the stool, his signature drink in hand it was ALWAYS apparent when he was there considering the matte black ferrari that sat in valet. ❝ look if you’re going to lecture me, let me get a couple drinks in me first. ❞ rami voiced, settling into his booth.
“well, well, well, look at who’s back” natalina mused as she slid into the empty booth, lazily signing to the waitress to fill up her drink. she couldn’t remember if it was her fifth or her tenth at this point and frankly, she could barely even feel the buzz at all. she was floating higher now, much too high for any booze to work its magic on the brunette.
instead, she turned to face rami, legs crossed and eyes wide open, a sly smirk making its way to her lips. things had gotten dull around town and if teasing an old friend could entertain her for the night, natalina would charge in with words, ready for battle. “how was, uh, rehab? learn anything good?” she taunted, taking a sip of her refilled drink.
"10 more minutes!” natalina exclaimed as she set the small pig-shaped timer on the counter, turning back to face a flour-covered noel, a wide smile spreading on her lips. it wasn’t often that you would find nat cooking, much less wearing an apron to go with. she was used to handling ingredients and weighing powders but it wasn’t quite the same. in broad daylight, whisk at hand and hair tied in a high ponytail to prevent anything from getting in the way of a successful baking session, the brunette watched as noel put the last of the dishes in the sink and tried her best to tidy up the mess they’d made.
it was practically impossible to keep her hands to herself at this point. having held back while they were mixing and whisking, natalina threw the remainings of self-control out the window and closed the distance between her and noel in a matter of seconds. her arms circling around the other’s waist, she placed her chin on her shoulder and let her eyes close for a brief moment, enjoying the scent of the female’s shampoo. truth was, natalina felt safe around noel and their untold secretmade her feel all kinds of things inside. to the rest of the world, she was to be the big, bad, and often not-to-be-messed with candy supplier. but not with noel. with her, nat could simply be herself and it appeased her.
“changed your shampoo recently?” she wondered out loud, her nose still nuzzled in the other’s hair. “i like it” she dragged on “a lot...”
i’m going around replying to my plot messages and IMs! if I haven’t reached out yet, i will but you can also message me! i’d love to get to know everyonnne <3
chicago’s very own natalina king has been spotted on madison avenue driving a rolls royce dawn , welcome ! your resemblance to barbara palvin is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-third birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re hedonistic, but being committed might help you.
i think being a aries explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be ashes on silk dresses, lines on bathroom sinks and loose hundreds in small purses.
( she stole from her trust fund money and became a drug dealer, now supplying a lot of her entourage without her parents’ knowledge ) & cisfemale + she/her
bonjour, y’all! the name’s lana and this is my drug dealer mess of a child natalina! under the cut, you’ll find some background info that I have for her! not very developed right now bc she’s a brand new babe but hopefully i’ll be able to flesh her out with connections and stuff 😊 really excited to be here <33
triggers: drugs, crime (?)
BACKGROUND & STORY
born to famous homeboi (insert a fancy job i have yet to determine here) daniel king and his second wife vivienne reid
mommy is a designer and so natalina started pageants at a very young age, following on her sisters’ footsteps (she got two, connections hollaaa)
she eventually started modeling for her mother’s line but quickly realized she really wasn’t made for that and rlly didn’t like
she adored the spotlight but hated the work that came with it. she would find herself looking for the wealthiest of her parents’ friends instead and networking here and there, mostly out of boredom but also bc rich people just fascinated tf outta her
at 19, she was introduced to the world of drugs and substances and quickly grew a liking to the high
she fell in love with the man who supplied her with all her goods and he showed her the tricks of the trade. very much stupid and naive at the time, she wasted no time in helping him out by providing him full access to her trust-fund money so he could grow his business
soon enough, she was making clients of her own, mostly at her mother’s shows and her father’s fancy events. nat quickly realized that literally everyone who attended those affairs had a dependence of some sort and it wasn’t long before she started supplying everyone around her
when she turned 21, her mans got charged and locked up and she was left with a decision: take over his hustle or go back to her boring socialite life
ofc, we been known she doesn’t know how to make decisions so she went for the fun option and managed to keep business booming
now that she had access to most of the resources and having learned from the best, she quickly made a name for herself and is now the go-to for any substance need in her circle
though she still hides it from her parents and has repaid what was taken from her accounts, she's very dedicated to her hustle.
because she’s always liked painting, she’s made them believe that she’s been selling her work to justify the income. so far, her parents are uninterested enough to believe her
she enjoys the steadiness of the cash flow and finds her ‘craft’ quite soothing. when she’s not selling, she’s out partying or shopping, or traveling. if her parents cared in the slightest, they wouldn’t really approve but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
FACTS
her ‘career’ is technically modeling but she only does it to please her mom and to shut her up at dinner. she doesn’t agree to many shows anymore but just enough to keep up appearances
she’s really good at math and that’s how she was able to help her ex-boyfriend at the time but homegirl can’t finish a book to save her life
she will blow all of her money on pretty dresses, cars, and shoes bc college just ain’t an option rn
she actually does paint but no one really knows bc she’s very private abt that side of her
she does a lot of drugs and no one gives a fuck around her so she’s like “meh, why should I, then” and so we’ll see where that takes her
literally no ragrets/remorse, ever. she’s sold to people who ended up in the hospital/rehab but she’s grown desensitized to the whole thing and doesn’t really believe it’s her responsibility to monitor people’s consumptions (i can already hear you, quite the mother theresa, eh?)
honestly, she’s quite garbage but she knows how to have fun and gives mean head so hollaaaa