A break. That was what she needed. Unfortunately, she couldn’t get one. Or at least, not much of one. But she needed to get away from her stressful life at least for a while. So she hops in her private plane and tells the pilot to take her somewhere relatively far away. (Not too far away,of course. She has to get back to Nashville at the latest the next morning. Her tour isn’t going to organize itself. Especially since her assistant is MIA.)
Once she arrives in this undetermined location, she looks around for a bar. Drowning her sorrows is not the smartest move, perhaps, but since when has Juliette been smart? Driven, yes. Talented, yes. But smart? True, she wasn’t stupid. But she didn’t see any reason to overthink things. If she wants to forget about her problems for a while, she’ll forget about her problems and screw the consequences.
After finding a bar, she sits down and orders a drink. As she’s sitting, she notices someone staring at her. Of course. She is famous, after all. But she’s not in the mood for fan interaction right now. Still, she can’t afford to alienate her remaining fans. So she looks at the person staring at her and puts on a small smile. “Hey. Do you want an autograph or something?”
Lola, of course, found herself at a bar once again. She blamed the fact that she hated this town - it was just that her partner in crime and current love interest lived here, and therefore she was a lot around here too. But the town was afwul. The buildings were too ugly, the roads too small and most of the people too annoying.The bar was one of the best things here. She had a habit of getting drunk and flirting with some guys, but that was not for tonight. She just wasn’t in the mood.
When you walked in, though, her eyebrows raised. She had been here so many times that she figured she knew every single person who usually was around here, which left her to one conclusion: you were new here. And you looked annoyingly familiar. Just when she wanted to look away you gazed towards her and asked about that autograph.
So besides new, you were famous too. Well, how great was that. ”You remind me a lot of someone I used to know,” she answered, narrowing her eyes whilst she shot another look at you. ”Who are you again?” Just in a try to pretend she knew you but had just forgotten for a bit.
His lips curled up as he just nearly kissed you. “As you wish.” He answered your kiss and pushed you down. Impatience took him over as his kisses turned rougher and got rid of your jeans. Oh yeah - alcohol definitely made everything better,
”Thank you,” she answered and giggled. You shouldn’t get her used to always getting what she wanted - but so far she definitely did. And she loved it. She giggled again when you got rid off her jeans so impatiently and followed your example by taking off your jeans as well. After she did so she deepened the kiss and eventually crawled on top of you after she pushed you down onto the bed.
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After watching almost three seasons of grey’s anatomy I have realized that Fasia and Lola are a lot alike Christina and Meredith. The end.