The blue haired punk pushed out of the far too noisy night club and into the chilly fall air, pulling out a cigarette and sparking up as she leaned against the wall. She didn't know why her buddy, Eliot the gay guy asking out every dude inside, had talked her into going to a club. She'd been standing there, nursing a beer, and feeling awkward for an hour before she finally dipped out for a smoke. The patio was empty and she decided to walk over to the gate and lean over as she smoked, thinking of possible ways to get out of their clubbing trip early and get home to her bong and video games.
"Got a light, Blue?"
The voice came from behind her and Chloe nearly jumped out of her skin before turning to face the person who'd approached so silently, the door hadn't even made a sound like the squeaking she'd heard when she opened it minutes before. She was about to go off for being snuck up on but she was silent as she stared at the other woman. Slender legs in tight skinny jeans with cuts up them, a loose tank top that was also pretty ripped up with a band logo that was almost familiar to Chloe, and a flannel that also looked like something Chloe had seen before. Hazel eyes were looking back at her as long digits held a cigarette in front of soft, full lips while her other hand brushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Her gorgeous mane was pulled up into some kind of mohawk for people with long hair and she was now looking at her expectantly. Wow, what a knock out.
She pulled out her Zippo and flipped it lit for the other girl, leaning over to light her cigarette and watching the way her eyes were glowing from the small flame as she leaned in as well to ignite her smoke. "Thanks, Blue." Those same full lips were in a smirk as she blew out smoke and stepped to the side, making an attempt to walk away it seemed. Chloe didn't know why but she couldn't hold back from asking "Why do you keep calling me that?"
The blonde stranger froze in place and shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest- her very nice chest, Chloe thought to herself- as she made a face while she pondered the question for a second. "Hmm, maybe cause the majority of your hair is blue, babe? I mean, I dig it." She said and shrugged, staying near the taller woman as she gave her an answer. It was almost so easy that she felt dumb for a moment, right. Blue hair so blue nickname.
"I get it. Sorry," Chloe ashed her cigarette and bounced a little on her feet "Uh my name's Chloe though." She felt inclined to add it, wondering the exact same thing about the beautiful woman in front of her. What was her name? Her story? Cyan eyes passed over her again, noting some new things that she had missed before. A star tattoo on her wrist, a bracelet that looked like something a surfer would rock, dark eyeshadow and eyeliner encircling hazel depths that seemed to peer right through her in return. It was like she knew her? Somehow.
A little smirk appeared on the stranger again as she moved a step closer rather than away "Chloe huh? I think Blue suits you though," She reached over to tap on the cuff of the beanie, having to stand on tiptoes due to their height difference "Even if this is grey. I'm Rachel." She added and tilted her head to the side as she motioned towards Chloe's forearm, causing her to look down and see if something was on her or what was being pointed to.
"Nice tattoo, Blue. Any meaning behind it?" Rachel moved to lean over the gate like Chloe had been when she walked up. It had the added benefit, she didn't know if Rachel considered this or not, of giving the taller girl a brief moment to look at her behind. Chloe rubbed the back of her head, pulling the already slouchy beanie down a bit more as a nervous habit before taking a breath and then leaning on the gate next to Rachel.
"Yeah, it's a bunch of stuff I've graffiti'd before," She let out a little laugh at her own dumb choices before shrugging "What about yours? The star, what's it mean?" Chloe almost reached over to touch the ink as she spoke about it but the way Rachel was looking directly at her had her nervous again. Fuck, could this woman read minds or something? Her gaze made it feel like she could.
Rachel shrugged and blew out more smoke as she turned her heads upwards, the stars were faint unfortunately but she could still make some of them out "They're all dead, you know? The stars. They just have a beautiful light that lasts a long time," She turned back to Chloe "That's why I got this tattoo. The dragon on my shin that's a different story." She let out a little laugh before flicking her cigarette away.
It was a far better excuse for a tattoo and Chloe found herself a little mesmerized by the answer, it was pretty deep, but she snapped out of it when she realized Rachel was done smoking and probably wanted to get back inside. That didn't sit well with her for some reason. "Hey, I'd uh… I would like to hear that story sometime. Could I get your number?" The moment she had asked she wanted to crawl into a hole and die, no way a total babe like Rachel would want to call her. Maybe she wasn't even gay, sure this was a gay bar but she could have come with friends.
Fidgeting a little she flicked her own cigarette away before rubbing the back of her head again "Look, nevermind. Forget I said anything, I'm sure you have better things to do- wait, not that I meant like do me but… fuck." Great now she sounded like an even bigger idiot and a blush crept along her cheeks as she thought about the implication behind the words do me. She had fucked up royally now. All of her panicking came to a dead stop when she heard beautiful laughter coming from Rachel.
"You are hella cute, Chloe." She almost couldn't believe the words she was hearing from the blonde in front of her, this model of a woman thought she was cute?! "Who even says hella?" Chloe interrupted with a little chuckle that died in her throat when Rachel grabbed her hand and starting writing on her palm with a Sharpie she'd just pulled out. Wow, did she carry around a Sharpie at all times? Her free hand touched the similar brand of marker in her own pocket, they had that in common then.
"It's a Cali thing, text me sometime Blue." And just like that she slipped back through the door and Chloe was left alone with a blush on her cheeks, she hadn't been called a nickname since her ex-girlfriend. The blush vanished and was replaced by a look of anger and hurt, she didn't like to think about /Maxine/ if she could help it. Plus, she smirked to herself, Blue was a hella better nickname.