Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-08-29 20:30:00 |
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Current location: | Ben's Apartment |
Current mood: | bittersweet |
Entry tags: | ben bale, mere delany, place: la |
*sigh*
Who: Mere and Ben
Where: Ben's Apartment
When: Saturday Night
Mere climbed up the stairs to Ben's apartment above Avarice. It was time that they two of them had a talk. Not exactly a heart breaking talk, but a talk that had to be had. Even she now realized that he wasn't the greatest of influences on her. If she were a stronger person, it would be fine, but, because she lacked a soul, it was too hard to be around him and *not* fuck up. Nothing against him, though. Besides, she had a feeling that he belonged with someone else. Someone who knew how to reign him in just right in a way that she couldn't handle. Wearing just jeans and a torn Motley Crue shirt, she knocked on his door.
Ben had been lounging around, just watching a football game. He'd been far too distracted to really do much of anything important... his anger and stress were at such a level that he didn't trust himself to do anything too important. He heard the knock, but could smell who it was before she'd finished knocking. One of the perks to being a wolf. "C'mon in, beautiful..."
Mere opened the door and walked inside, with a slight smile on her face. "I didn't realize that you were a football fan," she said, looking toward the television.
"Been watching the Raiders all my life." He said, chuckling. "I hear they were even good once. Possibly before I was born. Not sure on that one." He sat up straight, patting the seat beside him on the sofa. "Come. Sit down. What's on your mind?"
Mere walked over and sat down. She picked up the remote and turned the television off. "Sorry, this is sort of serious," she said with a slightly apologetic grin. "You're still in love with Faith, aren't ya?" There was only a little sadness behind that. She seemed to have already come to terms with it.
Ben, to his credit, wasn't the type to lie, or even embellish anything. Whatever someone asked him... they'd get a straight answer. "Well... yes. I suppose I do." He'd been lying to himself about it for months, and had only recently truly seen it. "Although... in all fairness, you still carry a torch for Kowalski, too. I don't think any of us ever really get over the first person we fall in love with."
She shrugged. "I do, but that ship has long been sailed. Your ship is still waiting in the docks."
"How you can say that, I don't know. She dropped ME, remember? Because I'm too... I believe the word her friends use is 'sleazy'." He smirked. "Yes, I still care a great deal for Faith. But that takes nothing away from how I feel about you."
"You are sleazy. Part of what I adore about you," Mere pointed out. "She dropped you because of the fight club that you no longer run. Unlike me, she's got a few morals left in her. You need someone with a few morals left." So did she, for that matter. The two of them would end up burning the world down before it was over.
"You're breaking up with me, aren't you." The way he said it, he wasn't even asking. It was like he could read the writing on the wall now.
"Never thought I'd see the day," she said with a slight laugh. "I'm doing this for you, Ben. Go with the girl you really want. No matter what you say, it ain't me."
"Meredith..." he sighed, smiling though... "I've wanted you since the day we met, and you know it." He wasn't arguing though. He knew that he was too bad of an influence for her life right now. "I doubt Faith would even consider me right now. But regardless... I know I'm not what you need. Not right now. Although..." He teased, giving a look far more playful than one would expect from a guy who just got dumped.
"You might be surprised. Ever think about asking her?" Mere asked. "We'll always be friends, like, actual friends. Not pity friends or some shit like that. No matter what anyone says about you, you've got a heart the size of Manhattan."
"And a wallet to match." He reminded her, grinning mischievously. "So... if we're still friends... how'd you feel about helping me with my next business venture? The fight club might not have worked out... but I think my new idea is something far more up your alley."
"Really?" Only a loon would go into business with so recent of an ex, but call her a loon. "What business are you thinking of?"
"Something much closer to either of our hearts than some low-class fighting league..." he felt his eyes twinkle there, and wrung his hands excitedly. "How would you feel about helping me run the best damned strip club in the area?"
She laughed. "I'd say that the only profession we're more suited for is a brothel of some kind," she said. "I'd be a fucking fantastic hostess to any strip club. I'm so in."
"Excellent..." he said, grinning at his own weirdness. How many men get dumped... then start a business with that girl seconds later? "So... just to be sure... you're still my best friend?"
"You're stuck with me forever," she said with a wink. She planned to live that long, so what of it?