Baily Bale (baily_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-08-17 20:10:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | determined |
Entry tags: | ash kowalski, baily bale, place: la |
Battle Plans
Who: Baily and Ash
When: Monday Night
Where: Avarice
Baily looked around the empty club. It was nice to have a little quiet time before the place started bumping tonight, but this wasn't time to contemplate. No, Mere's friend, Ash, had called her (how he got her number she had no clue) and asked her to meet with him. She had a feeling that she knew what he wanted to meet with her about, though. She was sitting on top of the bar, drumming her fingers on the top of it while she waited.
Finally, Ash walked in. Looking deadly serious, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black suit coat, his black tie slightly loosened. "Baily, right?"
She nodded, slipping off of the bar counter. "You got something you wanna talk about?" She motioned to one of the tables.
"I do. Mostly? Your family." He looked at her, and couldn't help but wonder if this little thing was as vicious as he knew the rest of her family was.
She sat down at the table she pointed to. "And what would you like to talk about my family for?" Her voice was almost a purr when she asked that.
"You know what's coming. I know you do." He didn't appear to be in any mood to joke around, or play coy. "And I also know Ben has the power and influence to give us the help we desperately need."
"I do know what's coming," she said. She couldn't help but smile slightly when she realized something. "Guess news doesn't travel as fast in your circle as it does mine. Ben's already declared himself a member of your troupe for the fight. Seems he held a lot more feelings for Faith than he was ever letting on." She shook her head. Poor Meredith.
"For... for FAITH?" He couldn't help but sound surprised there. He knew the two dated and broke up, but.... wow. "He's siding with us... over Faith?"
"Yeah, color me surprised, too," Baily said with a shrug. "I figured he do it for the other reason." She was assuming that he had heard about that as well.
Now... THAT he had. "Yeah... when I heard about that..." he paused, letting himself remember his manners for a moment. "My condolences, by the way... I'm sure that still hurts to talk about... anyway... when Ben refused to get involved even after that... I figured it was a losing cause." He sighed, deciding to be honest here. "I was ready to get in a fight if I needed to, in order to get his help. I don't care about myself... but I can't take the thought of my girlfriend going into this so vastly outnumbered, you know?"
She nodded. "I understand," she said. "I'm always ready for a good fight, and, honestly, you tend to pull through better on the side of good than the other side." Always the pragmatist. "You will have all but one, although telling that to Bretton won't be easy. He just became a father. I expect you to understand."
"Completely." Part of him wanted to tell her to make sure Bretton was a good father, and not an asshole... but he knew that not every father was as bad as his own. "So... that includes you?"
She smiled and nodded again. "What? I don't look that ferocious to you? Big surprises come in small packages." Lucky for him Derek had been good for her nasty temper, or at least cutting down on the things that set it off.
"Sorry... didn't mean it like that, really." He smirked there, now starting to understand why Patrick had told him how eerily Baily was like Patience. They had that similar... passion about their toughness. "Not trying to sound like a pig or anything... it just worries me to think of girls getting hurt."
She flashed him an almost fang-like grin. "Don't worry about me. I can more than take care of myself."
"You know..." he couldn't help but laugh there. "The more I talk to you, the less and less I doubt that."
"Probably for the best," she told him. "There anything else I can help you with tonight?" He didn't seem that bad of a guy, honestly.
He couldn't even be flirty with her... it almost FELT like he'd be hitting on his sister. "Just... so I know: your whole family is with us? I can be assured, when I go back to see Mr. Giles, that I have your unflappable support?"
"Yes, go ahead and let him know. We're with him one hundred percent. Just let us know where to be and when, and we'll be there with our ass kicking boots on."
"Good." He smirked then, his face afire with everything from vengeance to anger. "Because I've got a feeling there's going to be a LOT of asses to kick."
"I only hope so," Baily said, returning his smirk with one of her own. She was itching for a good fight. The one she had originally come for was sort of a anti-climatic bust. This one should be going down in the history books.
"Then rally your people. Because regardless of which side wins..." He sighed, standing, and turning to leave. "There's going to be a lot of blood. On both sides."
"Battles really don't work any other way," Baily said to him with a more neutral expression on her face.
"Yeah. I know." He sighed, stopping just short of the door. "But God... do I wish they did." And with that, he walked out, letting the door close behind him.