Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-11-25 00:50:00 |
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Trying to Play Nice
Who: Neely and Bronte
Where: Bronte's House
When: Sunday Morning, Nov. 22nd (11am)
Neely, ever the restless soul, woke up ridiculously early on a freaking Sunday and tossed and turned for a few minutes before deciding The Hell With It and getting up. She made herself a healthy breakfast, yoghurt, wholemeal toast and orange juice, and then had a quick, cold shower. Full and clean... she then had to decide what to do with her day. She'd probably have to talk to Ben soon... since she needed his opinion on something, but at the same time, she was putting it off. So instead? She decided to go to the beach and hire-out a surfboard... and hey, didn't Bronte live that way?
About two hours later she made her way up Bronte's front door step and pounded on it. Loudly. Who said she wasn't a good cousin for making her presence known? She was wearing a pair of purple boardshorts and a purple bikini top... and not much else. Her hair was still a little wet, but beyond that? She looked pretty damn good, if she said so herself. It was just a pity she was visiting her cousin and not... a certain redhead who will not be named. "Broooooonte, Broooooonte," she said, putting on her best Night of The Living Dead voice, since, yeah. She had a little bit of her brother's sense of humour in there. "Wake upppppp, Broooooonte..."
Bronte had closed the club the night before and was up no where near the early hour of the morning that Bennett had risen. In fact Bronte had managed to pull herself out of bed a mere fifteen minutes before the pounding at her front door came. Trudging out of the kitchen with a grumble of profanities after getting a pot of coffee brewing recognizing the voice instantly, the girl's scent caught a short few seconds afterward. "Do you realize the time?" Questioning a bit harshly with the drawing open of the door to her cousin Neely.
Neely rolled her eyes at Bronte and pushed her way inside, unwelcome and uninvited, since that was just her way, "do you have any idea what time it is?" She countered. "I know you're older than me, Bronte, but puh-lease, don't be such an old fogey. Life's too short," she poked her tongue out, ever the brat.
"You know there is this nifty little invention," and yes she did dare use the word nifty, "called a phone," Bronte started when she closed the door after Neely waltzed herself into the beach house, "people tend to use it to announce their arrival someplace ahead of time." Not bothering to invite the girl to follow cause she knew Neely wouldn't remain in the living area of the beach house alone, Bronte made the brief walk back toward the kitchen. "I have some coffee brewing if you want a cup." Hey, at least she was being semi nice now to her relative.
Neely rolled her eyes again and followed Bronte into the kitchen, "but. There would have to be some forethought on my part for that to work, and even if there was? I suspect you wouldn't answer, or pretend you weren't home or had some debilitating illness to avoid me. I know how your devious little mind works, Bronte. And sure, that'd be awesome. I'll make it if you want," she offered, since hey? She could be nice sometimes too.
"Or I could have had a guest." She returned to the girl with a bit of grumpiness to her voice. Which she didn't, but that really was beside the point, Bronte just wasn't a big fan of surprise visits from friends or family. "So what do I owe this little visit of yours to?" Inquiring of the younger woman while she pulled two mugs down from a shelf to offer one to her cousin. Bronte had no clue as to how Neely liked her coffee in the morning.
"In which case I'd be your personal little cheer squad, with pom pom's and a 'go Bronte go!' chant," Neely chuckled, accepting the coffee mug. She was the overly-sugared type, so it was a good call on Bronte's part. "And what? I just can't drop in on one of my faaaavourite cousins?" She grinned mischievously. Of course, they didn't really get on all that well, or ... have that much to say to each other, but Neely liked to bug the crap of her more so than the other cousin's, so that had to mean something, right?
God, she didn't know who was worse, her brother Ben or cousin Bennett. Bronte could just feel a headache coming on as she removed the pot from the maker to pour herself a nice fresh hot cup of black coffee. "Sure you can drop in to see me, just need to phone first." Bronte informed her holding out the pot to the girl as if offering to fill her mug as well.
"I'll remember that for next time. Promise," Neely replied, nodding to Bronte to fill her mug before fixing up her drink, spooning in several heapings of sugar and adding a splash of milk. Mm, coffee. "Thanks," she murmured. "And honestly? I figured I'd just drop in and say 'hi'. I'm trying to do the rounds and see how everyone is doing. Umm, I still need to see Bretton and Uncle Dave but there's only so much time in the day," she chuckled.
"Feel all special now knowing I wasn't last on that list of yours Bennett." Bronte said with a little flicker of a smile to her cousin. And while most of the Bale family called the girl by her middle name, Bronte was the only one, other then Neely's brother Brandon, who continued to use the girl's first name when addressing her.
Neely narrowed her eyes at Bronte suspiciously, wondering why she never called her by her middle name. Did she realise it irritated the crap out of her? Sure, it was a decent enough name, but it ... was also something your mother used against you when she was angry. 'Bennett Neely Bale!' "Puh-lease. There wasn't a list. I'm just lazy, is all. What're you up to today anyway, chica?"
Well, the last thing she was going to share with anyone, least of all a younger cousin, was that she had a tentative date, Bronte still couldn't believe she had accepted once again to go out with Grant. So the blonde went with a generalization of what her day might consist of. "Run a couple errands, do some housecleaning," yeah cause Sundays were really like her only day off. "And maybe go check on things at Avarice."
"That's generally what Sundays are for, huh?" Neely smirked, taking a sip of her coffee and letting out an 'ahh' sound of contentment soon after. She lived for coffee, she really did. "Oh, that reminds me. Ben gave me the keys to his old apartment. Guess who's sticking around for the long haul?" She gave Bronte an 'oh me' smile, absolutely beaming. "And a job. That guy? Is fucking awesome."
"His old apartment?" Now that caught Bronte off guard as she had no idea that her brother had even contemplated moving out of his "bachelor pad". Given though that he was now involved with Skylar, Bronte could kind of understand his reason for doing so.
"Yeah, apparently he and Skylar needed a bigger place. I mean, the apartment? Is pretty big as it is, but I'm not about to ask him why he'd need a bigger place, either. Unless it's for something like noise pollution, actually that makes sense." She made her trademark 'thoughtful' face, squinting one eye, "I guess with Bella it'd make sense, but hey! I'm not complaining," she giggled.
"Well, at least family is taking over the place." Bronte at least could be content with that thought as it would really trouble her to have a stranger living over Avarice. "When do you move in, or have you already?" The blonde questioned after taking a small sip of her coffee. Just because Neely had been given keys to the place didn't exactly mean she was fully moved into the spot.
"Ah. After I'm done here, honestly," she tilted her head to the side and shrugged. "I've been living in a hotel room for the last week or so. I know! I could've stay anywhere without there being a problem, but a girl's gotta have her independence, y'know? Anyway. It's all sorted now. I don't reeeally have much to move. Just my awesome-self and my travel-kit, but the rest'll come later. Ohh, I should totally have a 'house-warming' party, eh?"
Well, that definitely was something Bronte could relate to. The need to have ones own space, which is probably why she lived out here by the beach, though having the ocean at your back door wasn't bad either. "Might be an idea, but are you sure you'd be able to handle all of us Bales in one place, even space as large as Benjamin's old place." Would definitely make for an interesting time seeing as how the family seemed to be expanding.
Neely laughed and rolled her eyes, "eh, if anything we'd have an interesting night. But it's just an idea! I'll have to make some calls, sure up when everyone's available, y'know? Find out if anyone is plus one," she joked, waggling her eyebrows. It had been a while since she'd talked to some family members, it wouldn't be surprising if one turned up with a partner or kid she didn't know about.
"Well, if it's something you're seriously considering get back to me soon so I can mark the date in my appointment book." Bronte told the girl. "So other then claiming Benjamin's apartment what else have you been up to Bennett?" She asked of her cousin, and it wasn't as a means to offend or insult the girl, Bronte had just grew accustomed to calling Neely by her first name.
"Sure. I'll use the phone and everything," Neely chuckled. She set her mug down on the counter and rolled her eyes in thought. She didn't really have such an open relationship with Bronte as she did with Ben, even if she did like to bug the crap out of the other girl, so it wasn't like she could tell her what was bothering her, or anything. "Not much. I'm learning as much about the band's signed to Ben's label. Um, what about you? I can't imagine that you're work, work, work all the time."
"Not much to do in this city other then work." So Bronte was a bit of a workaholic. If she didn't have a problem with it why should anyone else. If her and Bretton were to keep the club a float and run the way Ben had they both had to put in as many hours at the place as they could.
"Pshaw, then you're clearly deprived." Neely giggled. She, of all people, knew where there was fun to be had, after all. Even for a straight girl like Bronte. "If you ever wanna get out some time, just give me a call." She put her hand to her ear in the traditional phone sign, "I promise, you'll reconsider the whole 'there's nothing to do' mentality quick smart."
"You mean get into trouble somewhere, thanks Bennett, but I think I'll give a pass on that." Bronte told her cousin with a smile. Bronte knew that her and her cousin's idea of fun times were miles apart from each other.
Neely mock-pouted at Bronte, "Awuh! You're no fun. Okay. But there's an open invitation if you ever change your mind," she smirked. She doubted Bronte would ever take her up on the offer, she also doubted whether she'd actually follow through with it, but hey. She was trying to be nice. "So," she waggled her eyebrows, "met any cute guys lately?"
"I don't really do the "meeting cute guys" thing, Bennett." Bronte informed her cousin drawing a sip from her mug. And really why did she have to when she had an older brother pushing guys he thought suitable matches for her her way. And no she wasn't about to reveal that there was kind of a guy in her life, she got enough ribbing about Grant from Bretton who had set the two up in the first place. And anyway, Grant Kellerman wasn't exactly the type of man Bronte would normally have gone for if she had been looking for someone.
Neely laughed at the expression on Bronte's face and picked up her mug again, taking another measured sip. Mm, still good. "I think that's like saying that I'm a responsible individual. I could be, but you don't really know for sure," she smirked lopsidedly. Sometimes she wasn't a fan of Bronte's non-answers, but again, it wasn't like they were the best of friends or anything. "I guess the important thing is that you're happy, Bronte. Whatever you do... and whoever you do it with."
"All right, so there might be someone in my life." Bronte told the girl with a bit of reluctance, no really point in keeping that little bit a secrect as Neely would most likely find out soon enough, and most likely from either Bretton or Ben. "Not saying though that it's all sunshine and happiness." The blonde added as she really wasn't sure where the relationship she seemed to be caught up in with Grant was at at the moment.
"Alright, so tell me about him," she asked, genuinely interested and honestly willing to play the part of gossip girl here. "Name, occupation, personality traits... the usual stuff," she clarified, wanting the basics. She wasn't about to attempt to delve too much deeper than that with a cousin who was less the forthcoming, usually.
"His name is Grant and he works for Ben's new record company." And that really was all she was going to share with her cousin seeing as she was still treading unfamiliar waters with the guy in as she wasn't sure exactly where their relationship was at the moment.
"Oh yeah, maybe I'll get to meet him, then," Neely replied, since hey! She worked for the record company too. My, wasn't it a very small world? "Get a chance to clandestinely appraise him, or something." She chuckled and rolled her eyes, "Does he have a sense of humor, at least?" She had a cruel thought about Bronte needing a stiff injection of humor, but reeeeally doubted it was an appropriate comment to make, so she wisely shut her trap.
"Bennett Bale that is none of your business." Bronte snapped back a bit too quickly, something she instantly regretted as it most likely would give the girl the impression that she had, which she hadn't, not that Grant wouldn't have welcomed such a scenario. And Bronte had no idea that Ben had given a job at his record company, if she had she'd be cringing now with the thought that Neely wouldn't hesitate in grilling Grant about his relationship with her.
"Geez, take a chill pill, 'Cuz." Neely rolled her eyes and set her mug back down again. She was restless, clearly. "I was just teasing, you should know that by now." She walked around the room and cracked her knuckles, since she needed to do something with her hands right then. "Of course, that does give a girl the impression that you like the guy," she smirked. "But, none of my business," she added.
Neely hit the proverbial nail on the head with that comment, Bronte deep down did like the guy but she was refusing to allow herself to admit that to anyone, let alone herself. "Yes, none of your business dear cousin of mine." Bronte finally remarked before finishing off a bit more of her coffee.
With a roll of her eyes, Neely made her way back to the kitchen entrance, since she really ought to get her things (what little things she actually had, at the moment) and move in to the apartment. She also had to talk to Ben... as soon as she worked up the courage to do so, since what she wanted to talk to him about gave her all kinds of weird feelings.
"I'd better get going. Miles to go before I sleep and all that. Listen, I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but if you ever need anything, gimme a call, yeah? And as soon as I sure up a housewarming-slash-potential-Christmas party," since it occurred to her it was that late in the year, "I'll let you know, yeah?"
"Thanks, Bennett." Bronte said appreciative of the offer her cousin had just made, even though she knew she'd most likely not take the girl up on it. "You do that, cause you know that's something I wouldn't miss." The blonde said with a little bit of a smile. Though they didn't always go as was planned, Bronte never missed a family gathering no matter what the occasion, well almost never.