Charles Gunn (g_charles) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-11 20:54:00 |
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Current location: | The End Zone |
Current mood: | excited |
Entry tags: | charles gunn, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Crossing a Barrier
Who: Gunn and Rachelle
Where: The End Zone
When: Friday Night, 2/11
Gunn was actually riding by in his truck when he noticed a semi-new bar called The End Zone, and figuring that it sounded pretty good (plus he was pretty sure a Lakers game was on tonight), so, after parking, he walked in and took a look around.
So imagine when he walked inside and saw... well, while there WERE a lot of Lakers fans inside, there was one busty young woman sitting at the bar, hair in pigtails, wearing cut-off jeans shorts and a Celtics jersey with Paul Pierce's name and number on it. Swearing. Loudly. Sigh. "Come ON, Paul! What the fuck! You gonna let all the drunk fucks in here prove me wrong? I've been telling these fuckin' idiots ALL NIGHT that you're better than that bitch Kobe! The Truth? The Truth is you're fucking TERRIBLE tonight!" A guy looked over at her and winced. "Um... you're kind of insulting your own customers..." she then looked at him and scowled. "Fuck Kobe Bryant and fuck YOU."
OK, even though that Gunn was a dyed in the wool Lakers fan, he was still highly amused that someone who worked here (he didn't even realize that she was the owner) would be ballsy enough to root for the team that no one else in the bar was rooting for. He just cracked up when she said fuck you to the customer. He sat down at the bar and flagged her down. "Can I get a beer, please?" he asked.
Chelle looked at Gunn, and raised an eyebrow, smirking cutely at him. "Kenny! Get this fine... and I *do* mean fine... gentleman a beer." Oh dear. Seems someone was starting ALREADY, hm?
He gave her a smirk. When Kenny gave him his beer, he took a sip of it. "So, do you just work here or do you own this place?" He had the strangest feeling that she might own the place, if she was that damn ballsy.
"You bet yer beautiful black ass I own it." Oh my god... yes, even the mun was mumbling for her to shut up at this point. "Name's Rachelle. Nice to meet you."
While the name Rachelle DID hit a minor red flag in the back of his brain, he also knew that LA was a huge city and there was probably more than one person with that name. "I'm Gunn," he said to her, still smiling.
Chelle just.... stared, then. As in, literally looking him up and down, before cracking up, rolling her eyes and sighing. "See? This is the part where I say 'fuck my life'. Charles Gunn?"
He couldn't help but laugh. OK, awkward for sure, but definitely funny as well. "Shit...I was hoping that there was just more than one person in LA named Rachelle," he admitted. "Yep, that would be me. Guess you're Maddie's Chelle then, huh?"
"Well, I used to be. Before she decided to disown my as her friend." Chelle said with a bitter little smirk. "At least I finally get what she sees in you. Damn. You *are* a hottie..."
"And you ain't nothing bad to look at, either," he admitted. "Look, I didn't tell her to do that part, OK? That was her own doing." He had been fine with them being friends. Just...not drinking and fucking. Anyone blame him?
"I know, man. Seriously. I think she... just can't be around me without having feelings for me. And she loves you too much to hurt you that way and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WILL SOMEBODY BLOCK BRYANT BEFORE HE ENDS UP WITH LIKE 50 POINTS???"
He just started laughing again. As fucked up as this conversation was, he couldn't help but find it funny that she was still focusing on the game. "No one can block Kobe. Part of his charm...or lack of charm, depending on how you view him." Can't block the rape joke! "As for the other stuff, I get ya. I just wish that it didn't come down to her splitting from like, her best friend."
"Yeah. Although at the risk of making you hate me? GOD I'm jealous that you get that fine ass all the time. She's like.... GAH." Chelle laughed, taking a long swig of her beer. "She's a damn good woman, dude. Don't ever hurt her, got it?"
"Don't hate you at all for admitting that I got a hot girlfriend," he said bluntly. "And I have no intention of ever hurting her." Not after the hurt that he'd went through. He'd NEVER put anyone through something like that, after all. He took a sip of his own beer.
"Sadly, I think if Neely ever gives me another 'free ass' card, I'ma try to use it on YOU two hot bitches." Hey, STFU. From Rachelle, that was at least sort of a compliment, ok? "Stick around? Hang for a bit?"
He nodded. "Well, if Maddie would go for it...I wouldn't turn it down," he admitted. He knew that Maddie missed her friend. He hoped that, at some point, they could just be normal friends at some point in their lives.
"MAKE IT SO, RIKER!" She yelled, before blinking when she realized HOW loud that was. Even for her. "Right. Anyway. I'm kinda glad you're... you know... a cool guy. It makes it easier to deal with this. Even if I can't hang with Mads anymore, knowing she's got someone good takin' care of her makes it better. Sort of."
"Well, I hope that, at some point, Maddie can come to terms with the fact that, even if you two adore each other, you've got someone that you're not willing to give up." Gunn had kind of put together what happened. He was a lot smarter than anyone gave him credit for, after all.
"I know. If it helps?" She hated admitting this... but it was true. "I think you're what she needs. Treat her like the prize she doesn't even realize she is, and you and me will be cool till the end of time."
He nodded. "That was definitely my intention, anyway. She is a prize." He was kind of glad that the two of them could be cool. Rachelle seemed like a really cool chick.
"But yeah... I grudgingly admit you're cool enough that I wouldn't mind chillin' with you again sometime." And then, because this IS Rachelle... "Plus, I *do* need a token black friend, and I don't have one yet."
He laughed. "Even though this is LA, I'm starting to think that I'm EVERYONE'S token black friend." These people needed to get some damn color in their lives, don't they?
"That's it." Oh no. No, Chelle. Don't say it. Please. The mun begs you. "Forget 'Mandingo'. My new nickname for you... is 'Token'." Sigh.
He shook his head. "I gotta ask. What the hell does 'Mandingo' mean, anyway?" He hoped it was something good.
"Oh man." Chelle snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. "It's a good thing. Sort of." Well. For once? She was actually blushing a little. "Mandingo is this black porn star, he's got like... a cock the size of a small Buick."
Oh that just made him crack up. "OK, sort of loving that," he admitted. Being compared to a porn star had its perks, OK? "I can live with 'Token,' though. Can we combine and go 'Token Mandingo?"
"....you are SUCH a fucking dork." Chelle laughed, shaking her head. "And when someone with a Star Wars tattoo calls you a dork? Shit just got REAL."
He lifted up his sleeve to show the 'Daredevil' logo that he had on his bicep. "You ain't the only one who's an actual dork here," he pointed out.
".....you're fucking AWESOME." Chelle blurted out before giving him a playful punch in the shoulder.