A/N: Olivia and Katerina are prime examples of characters running off with their own bios. I wrote out Nina, Olivia, and Katerina before I started on the story. To be honest, my main focus had been on Olivia and I figured Nina would get left in the dust. She was the last character I wrote. But, as I got further and further into who Olivia and Katerina were, I realized they weren't the best kinds of people.
"More drinks!" Olivia exclaimed. They were all three seated in the back of a limousine. This was the first time Nina had been in one and she had to pretend it wasn't a big deal for her. Things were moving fast and she was going to have to roll with the punches.
At the age of twenty-one, Olivia was already a master bar tender. Even in the back of a limousine. Nina watched, fidgeting with her fingers as Olivia poured a menagerie of liquor and mixers into a cocktail shaker. She poured a glass and handed it to Nina, who took it eagerly. It took a surprising amount of alcohol to have any effect on her and she hadn't had nearly enough.
"So, what does Brooklyn's Sweetheart do for fun?" Olivia asked, crossing her legs and leaning back against fine Italian leather. Nina thought for a minute, taking another sip of her drink. It was sweet and bitter with a bit of a burn.
"I read a lot. I play a few instruments," She shrugged, sure that, compared to them, what she did for fun wasn't really that fun at all.
"What do you play?" Katerina asked.
"Piano, violin, cello," She took another sip. "It's kind of how I make a living. I'm basically a lounge singer," To her surprise, they both looked impressed.
"Oh, that's kind of cool," Katerina said it like she wasn't expecting it. It probably should have been a little offensive.
"Do you go to school or anything?" Katerina moved on.
"Yeah, I'm a journalism major," Olivia groaned and rolled her head back against her seat.
"Journalists are the worst," She complained.
"Liv, be nice," Katerina scolded, nudging her with her leg.
"It's okay," Nina excused.
Olivia spent the rest of the drive trying to talk Nina out of her major and pouring her more drinks than she realized. It wasn't until they got out at the penthouse that she realized what had happened.
"Damn, how are you still upright? You've had, what," Olivia stopped for a second. She was too drunk to count and walk at the same time. "Three glasses of champagne, and like four...what the fuck, Nina? You're like a hundred pounds soaking wet. You should be dead by now," The older girl stared at her new companion like she was an alien. A staggering Katerina couldn't help but do the same.
"Hey, us simple people have secrets too," Nina teased.
"What do you do? Eat a bowl of charcoal for breakfast?" Nina only smiled and shook her head, following Katerina into the building.
Nina Wesley did actually have a secret. A big one. And it wasn't something she was about to spill to someone she had just met, billionaire or not.
The three wandered into Olivia's room. Sure enough, she did have a disturbingly large print of Saturn Devouring His Son on the wall right across from her bed. Olivia lent Nina some more comfortable clothes to lounge in and they all got comfortable on the floor, settling in for a long night of getting to know each other.
It was when the party favors came out that Nina started to realize the reality of her situation. Or rather, of theirs. Olivia and Katerina were both only siblings with no mothers and rich, absentee father figures. They weren't the most stable people on the planet.
"Pick your poison," Speaking of poisons, Olivia had laid out a large number of them. There was every color and shape of prescription pills, what she assumed was cocaine, and a fairly large bag of weed. Weed she didn't have a problem with, but everything else made her tense up.
"I'll stick with the drinks, thanks," She said, taking another sip of the most expensive wine she would ever taste.
Nina was a good girl, so to speak. She had never experimented with drugs and didn't typically befriend people who liked to do coke in their spare time. Even if she had taken Olivia up on her offer, it would have been a waste. Similar to the alcohol, she was pretty sure drugs wouldn't have any effect on her. Anesthetic didn't. It was fun trying to explain that one to the dentist. The removal of her wisdom teeth turned into a pretty uncomfortable situation.