BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Neely and Baily (OT continuation)
When: Backdated to Thursday morning, Nov. 5th
Where: Baily’s apartment

Neely had had an interesting few days, to say the least. She met a few people and … well, had a good time (needless to say, that’s what she’s about), but early Thursday morning she decided that hey! She hadn’t made much family time in the last few days, and didn’t she plan to bug Baily at some point? She chuckled a little to herself as she rounded the corner to Baily’s apartment, freshly showered and smelling all different kinds of roses. She didn’t want to give her cousin the wrong impression as to what she’d been up to. Snort.

Not as creative with Ben and Brandon, she simply pounded her knuckles against the door, "Baily, Bailllly Booo. Open up!"

( She does it out of love. Honestly. )

Who: Neely (OT Marlowe, or Mars Bar, as Neely would no doubt call her)
When: Backdated to Thursday afternoon, Nov. 5th
Where: Chloe’s Sugar Shack


Neely, ever the coffee addict, found herself back at Chloe’s Sugar Shack, topping up on her favourite beverage. She didn’t intend to ‘accidentally' bump into Rachelle, since that was pure stupidity, she was simply there because the coffee was good and she needed an energy boost. She sat down at an empty table and flipped open a notebook, jotting down a few notes for her new job. Her awesome new job.

Who: Neely and Rachelle
When: Backdated to Friday afternoon, Nov. 6th
Where: Over the phone, then Rachelle's place

It occurred to Neely, somewhat belatedly, this morning, that if she was to be a successful press liaison for Ben then it might be an idea to look into the bands signed onto his label. Or, practically signed. One of which happened to be Suicide Messiah, and wasn’t it oh-so convenient that she happened to know the bassist? Sure, by proxy she also knew – or knew of – the lead singer, but shhh. She smiled a little deviously to herself as she keyed in Rachelle’s phone number, humming a Van Halen song to herself as she listened to the line ring.

Rachelle had just gotten out of the shower, and threw a long Colts jersey on over her still-wet form when she heard the phone ringing. Picking it up, she answered in her typically sarcastic tone. "Yyyyyyello? I'm wet and naked. This better be good."

( The sky is falling! The sky is falling! )