alternate_girls (alternate_girls) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-12-05 09:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | place: la, ~bronte bale-kellerman, ~grant kellerman |
I really think we could have something special here
Who: Grant and Bronte
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday evening - December 5
This, to Grant, was the primary pitfall of his job. While Ben paid him FANTASTICALLY to be his financial advisor and part-time talent scout, it also caused him to occasionally be so busy he barely had enough time to eat three meals a day, much less make time to call people. When he finally forced himself to take a much-needed respite, the first thing he did was rush to Avarice, where he knew Bronte would be working. Sure enough, he saw her behind the bar, and walked there trying not to let his frustration show.
"Hey pretty lady... Sorry I've been AWOL the last week or so... I've been trying so far unsuccessfully to stop your baby brother from making a mistake that could end up costing him assloads of money.". Oh, yes. He needed to convince Ben that signing Darlene in ANY way was a bad, bad idea.
"What can I get you?" Bronte asked as if Grant were just another patron who had come in to do a bit of drinking that evening. If he had been expecting Bronte to be all smiles at seeing him after a week of absolutely no contact the guy was in for a little bit of a surprise.
"Aw, c'mon... Don't be like that. Bronte, your brother keeps me very, very busy. I'm not making excuses here, I'm just saying that I'm still getting used to thinking about other people, and not just my job." He leaned against the bar, giving a sheepish grin. "Look... Forgive me this once, and I'll make it up to ya. I'll let YOU pick our next date. It'll be YOUR turn to frustrate the hell out of ME." He placed a hand on the bar, an invitation to hers that he hoped she'd still accept.
"I know my brother well enough to know that he doesn't keep his employees chained to their desks twenty four hours a day. All it takes is a minute or two to pick up a phone and place a call. That is if something really mattered to you." Bronte told him with the edges of her mouth tightening before she stepped away to refill a drink when she caught the guy a couple stools down from where Grant stood signal for a refill of beer. It wasn't as if she was done with the guy, Bronte still had much to add to the conversation, even if Grant might not like what came out of her mouth, but the woman was at work and couldn't ignore the paying customers in favor of a non paying one.
"Well, clearly you DO matter to me, because the moment I realized I was losing myself in my work, I came here like a doof to grovel and apologize." Sighing, Grant rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled a little. "Look, neither one of us are good at being... open with our feelings. So this is hard here, but... I'm crazy about you, Bronte. We have nothing in common, we get on each other's nerves... but I am still fall-over, cant-stop-thinking-about-it crazy for you. I'm not good at this relationship stuff. Never have been. But give a chance, and some room to mess up... and I really think we could have something special here."
Bronte plastered on a faux smile when she served the male patron his second beer with a "here ya go" offered softly before the blonde turned to retrace the short couple of steps back to where she had left Grant standing at the other side of the bar. "One more chance is all you're going to get Kellerman." Bronte informed him in a tone that was anything but soft and subtle with a raising of her hand and index finger to emphasis her point. Granted she'd allow him that little bit of room to mess up in, cause realistically in her mind men couldn't help but do that, but another major slip up like the one he had made letting his job consume him completely for days without making a brief call to her. Well that was something Bronte wasn't going to tolerate on a continual basis. "You've got some major making up to do, and I'm not talking about taking me out on a date to some bowling alley or karaoke bar." If he was really wanting to make things up to her Grant was going to have to go all out and impress her big time.
"Consider it done. Like I said.. I'm not good at showing it, but I'm nuts about you. I guess maybe I better start trying more to show it." Well now. For him, this was going to be a real challenge. He needed to get help. Maybe someone who was good with women...
"I'm guessing maybe that's just what you need to do." Bronte returned to him. If he could manage to impress her with some romantic mooded scenario, and there were plenty that she could think of that wouldn't have an extravagant price tag attached to them, well it would show he wasn't just full of talk. And it was that thought that had a smile tugging at the edges of her mouth. They had absolutely nothing in common and yet they seemed to be working aside from this little minor bump in the road.
"Then I need to start planning things more." He grinned then, that annoying-yet-charming smirk. "So allow me one more show of impulsiveness for now..." And he quickly leaned over, giving her a big kiss on the lips.
The touch of his lips against hers had Bronte's eyes going wide momentarily as she hadn't expected the blatant show of impulsiveness in the very public area of the club, the blonde though allowed herself to slowly relax into the action with a close of her eyes and a slip of a hand within his hair to draw him a bit deeper into the the kiss. It was an impulsive action on her part and soon had Bronte murmuring softly against the man's lips. "You're such a bad influence on me." She whispered half teasingly her mouth now half a breath away from his.
"You have NO idea." He said with an actually sweet smile. "You're a helluva woman, Bronte. And I'm gonna show you just how much I think so. I guarantee."
"You should get back to work, wouldn't want you falling on the bad side of my brother." The blonde smiled back with a light brushing of fingertips over his hair. Her hand dropped slowly then with a clearing of her throat. "You should get back to work." She repeated getting back a bit of her normal self of showing the more reticent side of herself that most were witness to.
"What can I say? I'm a baaaad man." He said with a snarky smirk, going along with her ludicrous assessment. "Come to corrupt naive, innocent girls like yourself."
"That may have been your intent when you wandered in here, but what you have yet to realize is that I'm incorruptible." Bronte returned with a little smirk of her own. "Haven't been a young, naive and innocent girl for... come to think of it don't think I've ever been a naive innocent."
"Ya think I don't know that?" He leaned in one more time, giving her a little kiss on the tip of the nose. "Still... Next time I see you, I'm gonna show you that I *can* treat you like a lady. Meet me at my place. Tomorrow night. 8pm sharp."
"And if I'm a minute or two late?" She asked with mild curiosity, not that she intended on being one second late as she was now somewhat anxious to see just what Grant would be surprising her with. Asking now wouldn't supply her with any answers because she knew even if he had them, Grant wouldn't relinquish even the smallest of hints to her.
"Well. If yer late..." He wagged his brows at her suggestively. "Then you might have to be punished. Possibly put over my knee and spanked."
Bronte pffted at that. Like she would actually allow herself to be punished in that way, even if Grant was saying it in jest. She couldn't remember even as a child having been punished in such a manner by her parents. "I'll be at your place around 8." She promised. Getting there right at the stroke of 8 she couldn't guarantee, but she would there as close to the hour as she could.