Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-11-03 20:02:00 |
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Current location: | Ben's Apartment |
Current mood: | hyper |
Entry tags: | ben bale, neely bale, place: la |
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Who: Neely and Ben
When: Monday, Nov. 2nd (before Skylar wakes up)
Where: Ben's Apartment Above Avarice
The summer had been a blur for Neely, honestly she wasn’t aware that the months were passing by so quickly until... BAM! November. When did that happen? Traveling really messed with a girls sense of time. She smirked and hitched a bag over her shoulder, at least she could say she had a memorable time backpacking through Europe. In all probability, she should’ve gone to see her brother first, but found herself at Ben’s instead. It was probably for the best, really. Her head was too full of smut to discuss with her brother. Practically on Ben’s doorstep, she started singing:
Ben, the two of us need look no moooore
We both found what we were looking fooooor
Typically, Ben would have been awake hours ago. But since he and Skylar had spent most of the night doing things most people write to Penthouse Letters about, he'd been a bit tired, and slept in. Hell, the Slayer was still sleeping. His enhanced hearing had picked up the singing, and he flashed a happy, surprised smile as he threw his robe on and rushed to the door. Neely had never seen Avarice, or this apartment. Hell, they hadn't more than talked on the phone in over two years. Opening the door, Ben gave that cocky, arrogant grin she knew so well. "Well I'll be damned... How's my favorite cousin?"
"Bodacious, as always," she replied, tossing him a lopsided smirk and twirling to give him full view of said bodaciousness. “How’s my favorite cousin?” She tossed back at him. He looked ... awfully proud of something. But then, he was Benjamin-fucking-Bale, what wasn’t there to be proud of?
"I'm better than ever." Oh, this was gonna knock her fucking SOCKS off. She'd been in puberty the last time he was this serious about anyone. "I got a Slayer in my bed right now... One that I just the other night proposed to."
Neely’s eyebrows shot up, she felt a gamut of different emotions in all of two seconds, but one won out overall. Surprise. "You can’t be serious! You’re serious? OhMyGod! You are! I... I! Congratulations!" Since that was apparently good news, she launched into him into a hug. "Who is she? Is she hot?"
Ben snickered at her reaction. She really WAS like a female, slightly hyper version of himself. "Thank you. And you have no idea... I think she's the hottest woman I've ever met. God, I've wanted her since the day I met her almost three years ago. Now get in here and relax. And be a little quiet. There's a baby sleeping here as well."
Ye-ah, she really did have to lay off the coffee. It tended to make her overly hyper. Well... more so than usual. "Gee, you work fast, doncha?" she teased, following him inside on her tippy toes, playing it a little too much on the quiet, since she was in a bit of a giggly mood now.
"She was already a mom went we got together you dork. Bella's not my child." He smirked though, reaching over to ruffle her hair a little. "Damn... You really filled out in the last couple years. I may have to start having Uncle Dave follow you around, make sure you don't get into TOO much trouble..."
"Pshaw, I’m a lot tougher than you think. Lookit these muscles," she soundlessly dropped her bag and did a couple of Hulk Hogan poses. "Anyway, dude! Something tells me you’ve got a story to tell, so spill. Otherwise I’ll have to put my lady muscles to use and ... tickle it out of you," she waggled her fingers. "I’ll do it, don’t think I won’t."
"Well... There *is* a story to tell... one that has half the slayers and watchers in town wanting to skin me alive. But at least I got my girl. Of course..." He gave a dramatic sigh as he placed a hand over his heart. "This means my days of bedding all the lovely ladies are finally over..."
"Well, that just means all the more for me then, doesn’t it?" Neely grinned, giving him a playful nudge. “And seriously? Only half of them want to kill you? I think you’re slipping in your old age, it’s just as well you’re getting married before you lose all your powers of attracting the opposite sex."
"Yeah yeah... You know you idolize me." And then, because he knew it could be at once a great AND hilarious idea... "Maybe I should officially take you under my wing. After all, there needs to be at least ONE Bale out there being decadent..."
A wicked grin slowly spread across Neely’s face, "with you as my backer, and with a body like mine, how could any woman possibly resist? I like this idea... I like it a lot."
"Since I have such a soft spot for you, maybe I'll even open my legendary Little Black Book to you." Yeah, Ben was a great influence on young people everywhere. "Plus, I *did* just open my own strip club... I'm sure you could enjoy yourself there..."
Neely’s eyes widened with glee, "Dude, that would be awesome. I was wondering whether or not I should set up stakes here. Now you’ve pretty much guaranteed that not only am I staying in town, but I’m also gonna be veeeery popular. Not that I needed help, mind you," she winked.
"Please, Neely. You can't bullshit a bullshitter." Seriously... perhaps she forgot who she was talking to here. "When it’s just you and I, I ask that you drop the smartass act and be yourself. You're a beautiful young girl, but compared to me? You have less game than the LA Clippers. But... stick with me and that will alllll change. Quickly."
"All right, all right," she tossed up her hands. "It’s been so long; I forgot you can read me like a book.” She took an exaggerated breath. "There, de-noobified. If you’re willing to teach me, I’m willing to learn... ‘Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.’" She gave him a reverent little bow.
"In fact..." He tried thinking of an interesting first 'project' for her, and came up with a few names. "I want you to start small. I know a couple of girls who your looks and... ample confidence alone should carry you far with. We'll start there. The first is a girl that dances at my club. Her name's Deanna Kiske. Dances under the name Heather. Gorgeous, sweet, and very trusting. Then... there's Faith Lehane. I dated her for a while. Hot, wild, and always up for a good time. Your kind of girl, actually. See what you can do with the two of them, and we'll go from there." And yes, he could pull Star Wars reference out too. Even vastly more recent ones. "You have a long way to go, my young Padawan... But with a teacher like me? Shit... how can you fail?"
Neely put a hand to her mouth to stop from exploding with laughter, since that would have defeated the purpose of being quiet. "Alright... is there anything else I need to know about them or you expecting me to figure some things out for myself?" She raised an eyebrow, since that was a fair question. "And also? Give me a few days to smell less like feet, and maaaybe find somewhere to live and work. And possibly tell Brandan that I’m in town? It’s kind’ve a surprise."
"Work? I own two clubs. You don't think I can get you SOMETHING if you want to work?" He raised a brow. "As for a place to stay, well... I know Brandon would let you stay at his... apartment if you like." He said it with disdain, as he wished his cousin would let himself enjoy the family wealth. "Or..." He grinned, waiting to see her face when he said this, "Skylar and I are moving into a house I just bought for us. Seems useless to have NOBODY living here..."
It seemed like she couldn’t get that grin off of her face, "that would be fantastic." She thought of her brother and made a face, much like him, she wasn’t one to accept charity. "But I have to work for it. Pay rent and bills and… stuff. I know you’re good for it, but I like to earn my living, y’know? It’s character building. But I’m not above asking for work, if you’ve got it. I’ll be the hardest worker on your payroll," she chuckled.
On his payroll. For some reason, the way she said it made him remember the OTHER way she could technically work for him. "You know... its a lot easier to impress people saying you work for a record label than by being some waitress or bartender... Think you could handle being a press liaison? Someone who contacts the press for me, sends out demos and advance copies, etc?"
"...I think I need to sit down," Neely replied, finding a nice comfortable surface to do just that. "You really know how to overwhelm a girl, doncha Benny-Boy?"
"Well... right away, it won't pay a LOT, but it's a damn cool job, guaranteed to get you more interest than being a bartender or waitress." See? Ben CARED. "Neely? Together? We're gonna make sure you take this town by STORM."
"No, no. I wouldn’t expect it to pay a lot. Heck, I’d be insulted if you paid me for doing Sweet-fuck-all. You tell me what to do and how to do it? And it’ll get done. Scouts honor." Since she wasn’t sure how to do the sign for that, she amended: "Satan’s honor?" and threw up the devil horns. "And I’m starting to think it’s not just your looks that pulls the ladies," she joked, poking her tongue out at him.
"Well... it doesn't matter anymore. Because as I said: the impossible has happened... I'm off the market." He smirked, giving that lazy, cocky grin. "Women everywhere are likely in mourning."
"Oh yes, I can picture it now. There are wreathes and hundreds of women dressed in black. I don’t really get it... but I mean, if you’re happy? Then I think that’s great. I couldn’t be happier for you." She nudged him. "I’ll have to meet the mystery woman... y’know. When she conscious."
"Yeah. Her daughter had her up all day..." he grinned and winked then. "Then I had her up all night." Really. Who talked to their FAMILY like this? Well, Ben knew Neely was just like him. And sort of looked up to him, even if she didn't always act like it. Because of that, he knew he had to be at least a little sweet to her. "You know... I really missed you, kiddo."
"Cheeky," she laughed pressed up on her tippy toes to ruffle his hair. She really did idolize him, in her own little way. Brandon, her brother always came second to Ben, in that respect. "I missed you, too. I think human interaction totally wins out against e-mails. I’m not planning on an extended vacation ever again, you can be sure of that. Well, to be fair... it wasn’t really a vacation, but it sure as heck felt like one."
"I'm just glad you're here now. All kidding aside... you know I've always loved spending time with you." He reached over and hugged her sweetly. "I can't wait to introduce you to Skylar."
"Oh God, can you imagine what she’d think of me?" She joked. "But yeah. I really think I’d like to be a part of your life more, ‘cuz. For as long as you’ll have me.” She tried to give him a tight hug, but as she was smaller, it came out as a gentle squeeze.