InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "IT'S RAINING IN MY HEAD!!!"

Bes (dwarf_of_kemet) wrote in deities_dot_com,
@ 2008-08-21 12:41:00

Entry tags:

bast, bes

Ladies, You Are Warned (tag: Bast)
Whistling, Bes ran his palms across the top of his head, smoothing the hairs in place. He winked at his reflection in the bathroom cabinet, flinging his pointer fingers at the handsome dude in the mirror, thumbs up, gunslinger style.

"Hot, baby! Yes indeedy!"

His shirt was clean and wrinkle free, as wrinkle free as a t-shirt could stay. It portrayed a high ball glass and a bottle of booze, with the snarky tag line "Let me fill you up, Baby!" A small diamond earring twinkled in each ear. Bes liked jewelry, but not the overly ostentatious stuff "gangstas" liked to wear. He did have taste, unlike those over the top, cool, tough boy wannabees.

He had a date. Not a date in the traditional sense, true, but a beautiful lady would indeed be on his arm as he headed into town that night. Nothing would come of it with that one, of course, but between the two of them, they would find ample companionship. Ample meaning busty, round, and curvy. He challenged anyone to deny his chick magnetism, and Bast had no trouble attracting members of either sex to her side.

They had much in common, Bes and Bast. They shared in the joys of music and dancing, and each had a hand in protecting families. Bes' own wife oversaw childbirth, he himself was a protector of children. Bast was as much a goddess of the home as he was a god, and she always overlooked pregnant women and childbirth. It stood to reason that the two of them would enjoy each other's company, even with their past history aside. Oddly enough, it had once been he who protected her and her brothers through the dark times in Kemet.

He headed to his living room, plumping the sofa pillows, getting candles placed and the approprate music set on the stereo. Wine was already chilling, and he had ample ice and other beverages of choice should his selection for the evening want something with a little more kick. He had no doubt his little bachelor pad would be receiving a guest sometime in the late night hours. Much later hours, for he fully intended to whoop it up with all his might tonight. He took a seat, flipping through a swimsuit model magazine as he waited for his dazzling Kit Kat to join him.

(Post a new comment)

meow_minx
2008-08-22 03:31 pm UTC (link)

Bast made sure that the packages she’d brought were still presentable. She’d had to tuck one of them under her arm to open a door, and she fluffed the ribbons a bit so that it was cute again. Not that Bes would care if the paper was crinkled and the bow was flat. But Bast wanted it to look nice.

She’d had to return to Paris for another shirt, since the first had been ruined in that rainstorm in freakin’ Transylvania. What had possessed her to go there? That had been a mistake. She hadn’t even ended up getting the alcohol there, as she’d originally thought. Instead, she’d just picked up a bottle of absinthe when she returned to France. It wasn’t as cool as she’d like, but it was a uniquely shaped bottle, so that made it a bit better.

Either way, she was here, she had gifts, she had alcohol, and she was dressed to kill. The loosely draped gold halter top left her entire back bare, and if she moved just right, it gave a hint of a view of her breasts when she raised her arms. Nothing tacky or trashy, just enough to be a tease. Bast was good at teasing. The flirty little skirt she’d chosen to go with the top, along with the heels that would probably make her mother roll her eyes, show-cased a set of lean, toned legs. It was an outfit that had worked for her in the past, and she wasn’t above using it again.

She was in a bit of a wicked mood tonight, given that she had some frustration to work out of her system. It did not bode well for others she would likely come into contact with this evening, because Bast was on the prowl. She had no intentions of going home alone. She actually had no intentions of going home with just one companion either. She was in that sort of mood.

Briefly she wondered if that intense, bendy Greek was into that sort of thing, then dismissed him from her thoughts. Greeks were nothing but trouble, even if that one had been more than a little fun. She wasn’t planning on dealing with any of them again any time soon. She’d just stick with her own for a bit, since she’d not had luck with other pantheons either. The only exception to that would, of course, be Anansi, but he was so close to her she didn’t think of him as being from anywhere but in her heart.

Tonight, though, was for her friend. She owed him, so she was going to show him a very, very good time. Not that Bes usually needed her help, but Bast intended to be sure that he was set up well before she snagged her own companions for the evening. At least two. Maybe three. Three was a fun number.

A naughty grin curving her lips, she raised her hand and knocked on Bes’ door. At least she wasn’t bleeding and battered this time. Of course, the night was still young.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

dwarf_of_kemet
2008-08-27 02:02 pm UTC (link)

Answering the door, Bes let out a whistle, not hiding his admiration in the least. The mischievous smile on her face did nothing to counter his thoughts.

"I must say, young'un, when I'm sure you can't get any lovelier, you go and outdo yourself once more. Pretty top, by the way." While nothing would likely ever come of their relationship, it didn't mean he couldn't admire the sights. Besides, a woman likes to know her looks are appreciated.

As he stepped aside to let her in, he noticed the packages in her arms, which was somewhat surprising since most of his attention was on her swaying hips. The girl knew how to move. Isis had a good deal of grace, and had no doubt taught her daughter all about standing up straight, keeping her chin up, and all of that. But he hadn't ever seen the mother walk like this one could.

"Now, what are those?," he asked curiously, a note of delight in his voice. "Did you go and bring me presents? I must admit I didn't expect to be...er...opening...anything pretty this early in the night." The mischief in his voice was unmistakable.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

meow_minx
2008-09-04 01:03 pm UTC (link)

Bast did a little spin, to show off her outfit to it’s best advantage, not at all immune to flattery even from an old friend. Besides, she dressed to be noticed, so it was rude not to acknowledge it when she did catch an eye. It was, she hoped, just the first of the compliments she would be getting that evening.

But even as pleased as she was with his reaction, Bast couldn’t help but tease. Holding up the gifts as though she’d forgotten she was even holding them, she affected an innocent face. “Oh. These? I just found these. I thought I might drop them off at Goodwill or something. Why? Did you want them?”

She could only maintain the expression for a few seconds, before the corners of her mouth began to twitch and her eyes started to crinkle with suppressed laughter. Bast held out for another heartbeat before giving in to the rising giggles, her shoulders shaking as the sound escaped her lips. “Okay, fine, they’re for you.”

Holding out the flatter package containing the shirt first, she kept the wrapped bottle tucked under her arm. “Try opening this before we find a pretty young thing we’re going to fight over unwrapping later. Because you know I’ll probably win, and you should get some fun out of your night.”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dwarf_of_kemet
2008-09-09 01:30 pm UTC (link)

Ooooeeee! But that girl could flaunt it! And how. If they weren't such old, dear friends, he'd have half a mind to suggest blowing off the entire out thing and staying in with the wine and music. But some things were best left the way they were, and he'd hate to think he might lose her friendship should things swerve in a different manner. But someone was going to be mighty lucky tonight. Whoever it was just had better appreciate what they were getting.

"Ooh hooh, that sounds like a challenge, my dear. I am quite sure you no doubt would win, so I will withhold making a wager. I do, however, think it probable we will both find lovely things to unwrap later."

Taking the offered package, laughing at her attempt to suppress her laughter, he removed the wrapping with at least a small amount of delicacy. Pretty paper and bows were just like clothing; the only use was to make what was underneath more of a mystery. Although, Bes had been known to take his time when undressing a lady, it really depended on the package. And she had put some effort into this, as he could tell by the pretty ribbons.

He pulled the sand colored silk shirt out of the box with a whistle. "I think I'll just go slip this on. With that get-up you got on, this here shirt of mine should be ashamed to consider going anywhere with you." He ignored the other package under her arm. While he was certainly curious about the contents, he thought it would be far more fun to play with her own impatience and simply pretend he hadn't noticed the bulky object jutting out next to her breast.

He headed into the bedroom to make the change, calling out behind him. "If you'd like to fix yourself a little something to drink before we go, help yourself. In the meantime, any thoughts on where we should head?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

meow_minx
2008-09-12 02:55 am UTC (link)

Where they should head? Well that depended on what they were doing with their evening, didn’t it? Bast knew what she was in the mood for. Something a little dark, a little dangerous, a little more than the ordinary. But given what Bes did, he might not want to deal with dark on his night off. And Bast certainly didn’t blame him for that.

Maybe they could find a little something sweet for him, and then she could find something else for herself later. Or better yet, she could find something sweet too and then head off to one of the other clubs to pick up something a little more to her current tastes. Then they could spend the night seeing just how far they could corrupt the innocent one. Oh, that was a fun plan.

“How about,” she called out, pitching her voice to carry down the hall, “we hit one of the tourist spots tonight? See if we can’t find them taping some Girls Gone Wild rip-off?”

Setting the still-wrapped bottle on the counter, she rummaged through his cupboards with the ease of someone who has little sense of propriety. Never could tell just what could be found in a person’s cupboards, and Bast had found some truly interesting things. However, she’d been in Bes’ place before, and she knew approximately where the glasses were kept. It only took two tries to find them. Then she went looking for the alcohol, trying to decide just how ripped they should be to start off the evening.

“You got a preference on drinks? Or should I… surprise you?” There was enough mischief in the tone of her question that it would warn any sane person to say no to the second query.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dwarf_of_kemet
2008-09-18 01:09 pm UTC (link)

Buttoning up the shirt, Bes had to admit it set off his skin and eyes rather well. He couldn't help but wonder how she had managed to know exactly the right size; it fit as if tailored for him. Then he recalled the shirt Bast had left in the last time he saw her. The little sneak, he snickered to himself.

"I think a tourist spot sounds perfect," he called back. "Can always find the young and eager in those places, 'specially if they have a dance floor." And really, where else would the two of them go, other than a location with a fine dj or live band, and a big dance floor with flashing lights? They both had rather a knack for letting the hips sway. And watching others sway as well. It really didn't matter the type of music, either.

"Considering the question came from you, I think I will opt for a martini. Dasn't get too wound up too early, ya know." He followed her voice to the kitchen, in time to see her stretching to reach the vodka. Pausing a moment to note her attractive gams, he obliged by reaching passed her to retrieve the bottle.

"Here you go, Kit Kat. Now, why don't you tell me what you've got hiding in that fancy wrapping over there on the counter?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

meow_minx
2008-09-21 08:22 pm UTC (link)

Bast turned to look at him, to ascertain how well her gift had gone over. As close as he was, she had to take a step back to get a better view, and she let her eyes travel over him appreciatively. She’d done quite well, if she did say so herself, and her smirk was more than a little self-satisfied. Then she reigned it in and met his eyes, looking for all the world as though she was utterly serious.

“Forget the bottle,” she dismissed, knowing he’d get to her second gift in no time at all anyway. He was already too curious to leave it alone. But for now, she wanted to play with him, just a little bit. He did play so very well.

Bast shook her head, setting her hand on her hip to inform him, “You can’t wear that.”

As though she might have made a mistake with her first assessment, she looked him over again, and clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “No. No, definitely not. You have to go change, Bes, because you can’t wear that shirt out with me. I made a mistake. Go find something else.”

She waited for a heartbeat, holding his eyes, then a second before she finally added the punch line. “There’s no way I’m going to get any attention if I’m standing next to you and you’re wearing that. You look too good. You can’t wear that, go take it off.”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dwarf_of_kemet
2008-09-24 01:51 pm UTC (link)

“You can’t wear that.”

He looked down quickly, wondering if he had already gotten it dirty, but the shirt seemed to still be in pristine condition. He eyed her curiously, then chuckled when Bast delivered her explanation.

"Ah, have no fear, Kitten. I'm sure with all this attention I'll be gettin', I can pass one or two entertain' individuals your way. After I've taken first choice, of course."

Bes set the unopened vodka bottle on the counter. "Come to think of it, if I have to assume all that extra burden, I think we best skip the at-home cocktail hour, and get our butts out there and start prowling. It might take a while to find someone willing to go along with someone as plain looking as yourself, after all."

With a grin, he headed toward the door, turning to raise a mischievous eyebrow at the goddess who shared so many of his own pleasures.

"Coming, love?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

meow_minx
2008-09-24 09:19 pm UTC (link)

Her brows rose at his rejoinder, both pleased with the teasing and slightly offended at the vein he’d chosen to take. Which was, of course, the purpose of any taunt. To fire the blood and tempt your opponent to rise to the challenge and return fire.

So that was what Bast did. However she’d learned a couple of very important lessons from her mentor. Sekhmet said that varying your tactics was smart, kept your opponent off balance. And that you should hit ‘em where it hurts. Plus, thinking of Sek got Bast to thinking about beer and thinking about beer got her to thinking about…

Fast as a cat, she pounced, snatching up the unwrapped bottle that had been sitting on the counter. With a smirk tilting up the corners of her lips, she eyed her friend, casually holding the bottle, rocking it gently back and forth to draw his eye. “So you won’t be needing this then?”

Bast tucked it back under her arm, walking toward where he waited for her. “That’s alright. I’m sure I can find somebody who’d appreciate it. Besides, as plain looking as I am, I’m gonna need all the help I can get, and bribes and alcohol are tried and true, aren’t they?”

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dwarf_of_kemet
2008-09-29 05:41 pm UTC (link)

They must have played games like this thousands of times over the years, each trying to get the best of the other.

"So, you would take back that which was so freely given? It is perhaps better if I don't find you someone this evening, if that is the frame of mind you are in. You are enough of a tease already, I dare say."

He laughed, but was already tiring of this round. He was itching to get out there and find a different form of fun.

"Come, Gorgeous. Retract your claws, and let us show the town what we can do. I can't imagine you'd wanna spend the rest of the night sparring here with me. Much finer comp'ny awaits you."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

meow_minx
2008-09-29 10:23 pm UTC (link)

Oh he was no fun! He was giving up already? With a little pout, she plunked the gift bottle back on the counter, giving in to his desire to get out and get the party rolling. She wanted to play too, without a doubt, but she could appreciate the fine detail to attention that went into a good trade of barbs. Bes was very good at it, which was one of the reasons she liked him so much.

Well, there were a lot of reasons, actually. The two of them had quite a bit in common, and other things that were more than a little compatible. Really, Bast had known him so long, and knew him so well, she very nearly considered him family. Which was the only reason she was giving in so gracefully.

Relatively speaking. Sulking slightly, she stomped toward the door. But even as she approached, her mood lightened considerably and by the time she was at his side, a little smirk had replaced the pout. At the doorway, she sidled through sideways, pausing when she was directly opposite him.

The smirk spread to an outright grin, right before she bussed his cheek with a kiss. Then she chirped, “I win!”

With a little giggle, she wiggled out of the doorway and skipped down the hall, fully ready to begin the evening.

(Reply to this) (Parent)