Vodka // Wesley Tucker

Chapter 4

That story that I had convinced myself I would forget continued to play in my mind every single time i closed my eyes. I had never told anyone that story, except my brother Mason, I didn't even tell my mom. I was afraid to tell her, no mother ever wants to hear that and on top of that i didn't think she would believe me. When I had told Archie, and he had told me that I could move with him to San Diego, so I stuck it out until I was 18 and I've been in California ever since. Ive been working in LA recently with some popular shows mainly doing backstage, makeup and wardrobe. Recently I've been working with the CW on their show, 'Riverdale', met some pretty dope people and now I'm currently just spending my week off like I always do when I avoid plans with Lili, Camila, and Madelaine, in a hotel drinking vodka and writing. Its not on purpose that I avoid plans with them, its just weird; me being their makeup and wardrobe artist/designer and them being... well them. I mean it slightly worked in my favor this time; I met the cute, dashing, adorable, did I mention CUTE Wesley Tucker; who lets get this straight doesn't have "quite the fanbase" he has a fucking huge fanbase (yes i did research). My only downside is Dakota.

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I had called Mase about Dakota and he advised me to "get the fuck out of his demonic presence" because so help him god he will " drive all the way over here and beat his ass back to New Hampshire". I reassured him I was going to be okay that I am 20 years old now as of last friday and that he had nothing to worry about. I am currently in Wes's room helping him look "spiffy" for his fans and since he found out what I do after an intense game of 21 questions, with him and the light haired boy who i found his name to be Christian after i asked the first question, they both equally feel I am the most qualified to dress them. I already told Wes that his sense of style needed to tweaks but he's convinced I can make him look better; which if he did look better, fuck, the world would explode from utter hotness. Still I obliged and helped him perfect his look for his fans. I also helped Christian look like a baywatch hottie and forced them to have a fashion show for me and walk the high end catwalk I call the floor 8 hilton hotel hallway or the "8 triple H" (patent pending in works). They both had me struck with their quirky yet insanely adorable personas. Wes then dragged me and Christian back to my room where he giddily told me he got me into tonights show to see the hottest of the hot (he was talking about himself) . He is forcing me to dress cute cute cute, so I pulled out a lavender body con dress which I paired with white sneakers and I wrapped a tan sweater around my waist. I did my usual makeup adding a perfect wing to my eyes and painting my lips with a ravishing nude lip, my hair did its own thing as curly hair does. We were heading downstairs to the ballroom when I felt Wes grab my hand. I looked at him curiously and his piercing green eyes stared straight ahead, anger pushing his brows together.

"Ignore him V." he spoke through gritted teeth. I immediately knew who he was talking about as a cocky boy approached us with humor in his voice

"Well Violet is all grown up"

This was gonna be one hell of a night.