Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-12-06 17:04:00 |
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Current mood: | smitten |
Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Talk of Christmas Gifts
Who: Neely and Rachelle
When: Saturday Night, Dec. 5th
Where: Avarice
So, call it the start of hopefully a great evening. Rachelle was standing at the bar in Avarice, sort of... straddling the line between trying to look to look hot and just being herself. She wore a black, knee-length skirt with leather high-heeled boots, and a pink, specially fitted Steelers jersey with '55' and 'Porter' on the back. She knew her girlfriend lived literally right above the club, so who knew? Maybe some drinks and dancing would be followed by a visit to that most awesome of apartments.
It was so many different levels of awesome living above Avarice, Neely thought. She could drink and dance to her heart’s content and was able to get home safely. Of course, the dancing was limited to being with one specific person, but that didn’t mean that Neely couldn’t drop by from time-to-time and chat to people. Bug Baily if she happened to be around... that was one of her favourite past-times, after all. She grinned a little to herself and made her way downstairs, giving a beefy security guard a sweet kiss on the cheek as she passed him. She appreciated that he was there. She gradually made her way to the bar, wearing tight-fitting blue jeans, black skater shoes, and a white see-through top. It was possibly the tamest outfit she owned...
"Oh my GOD." Yeah, despite all the scantily-clad young men and women dancing through the club, Rachelle only had eyes for the one gorgeous blonde that was making her way down the stairs. Damn. To Rachelle... Neely was just mind-bogglingly beautiful. Standing up to get her girlfriend's attention, Rachelle gave a sheepish little grin to the other girl, waving.
Neely spotted the waving out of her peripheral vision. She had a rather bored expression on her face… until she turned and spotted Rachelle. Then there was just this big ol’ goofy grin. She rolled her eyes at herself and made her way over to the redhead, completely oblivious to all the hotness surrounding her. Which for Neely? Was a big change. "Hey!"
"Hey baby..." Rachelle didn't care who saw or what they had to say about it, she wrapped her arms around Neely and planted a big 'ole kiss on her. "Just the person I was thinking about."
"Oh rrrrreeeeally?" Neely grinned, her eyebrow perking up. God, how much did she love this? She gave Rachelle another kiss and wrapped her arms around the other woman’s waist. "Good thoughts?"
"No, goofball. Horrible, terrible thoughts that all end in bloodshed. Of COURSE good thoughts." The bassist laughed then, hugging Neely to her tightly. "I was just thinking that I hoped I'd get to see you tonight, that's all. I know it's only been a day and this makes me frightfully stupid, but I missed you."
She nipped at Rachelle’s shoulder and then pulled back to look her in the eyes, this time not looking for a lie, but mirroring Rachelle’s expression. "It’s not stupid," she replied, giving the redhead’s hair a gentle tug. "It’s nice. Sweet, even. Hrmh. Do you wanna dance?" Since they were right there and everything…
"Sure." Rachelle wasn't usually the dancing type, but, how could she turn this down? "Hey..." She grinned, leaning in to whisper in the blonde's ear, "...love you."
Neely smirked lopsidedly and tugged Rachelle close, sort of dancing to her own version of rhythm to the music. She bit her lip. That word was getting easier for her to say. "Love you more."
"Dude. No fuckin' way. I'll totally fight you for it." A raised eyebrow accompanied a light giggle there. "Yep. I'd beat your ass in a who-loves-who more fight."
"Puh-lease," Neely scoffed. "I’m stronger than you are. I could totally pin you down without even trying. The only way you could beat me is if you were a cunning linguist." She rolled her eyes and did her best ‘I’m so innocent’ expression.
Remember... Rachelle wasn't exactly completely familiar with what Neely was. She was still only vaguely familiar with the supernatural. "Well... even if we aren't in a battle, I'd be willing to be THAT..." And then? A saucy wink. "Kinda enjoying that lately..."
Yeee-ah, Neely hadn’t really told her, had she? For some reason, she thought she had. That was funny. She chuckled and bit her lip, watching Rachelle’s expression. "Oh yeah? Me too… like, a ridiculous amount of enjoyment."
"Believe me. I know." Then Rachelle gave a big-time, shit-eatin' grin. "And I suspect so do Ben, Skylar, Lydia, Gideon, Mr. and Mrs. James, and anyone within a ten mile radius of their house."
"Oh God," Neely squealed, covering her hands over her eyes, actually embarrassed. "I’ve already gotten shit for it from Ben," she said. "I blame you for being so loud," she nodded decisively.
"Aw, I think it's hot that you were so loud. Sure, Skylar's dad could barely look us in the eyes the morning without blushing, but it was CUTE!" And her mood, as it was prone to do, suddenly changed, a frown on her face as she remembered something. "And we're gonna have to talk about Christmas. Because I SO cannot afford to go toe-to-toe gift-wise with you."
Neely laughed and decided that they were done with dancing, slipping her hand in one of Rachelle’s to lead her to one of the booths. Once situated, she leaned over and placed a kiss to Rachelle’s lips, "It might sound corny, but… all I want for Christmas is you."
"Well, that's sweet, and you'll get that, buuuut I always get the people I love SOMETHING." Rachelle nodded emphatically, knowing that she was the type who'd sooner sell her own things for gift money than have nothing to give.
"Honestly, that’s all I want…" Neely bit her lip thoughtfully. What did she want? "Well, there is one thing… but you don’t have to get it for me. Really don’t."
"Alright, retard, SPILL. Now. Or I'll just pester you until you're bleeding from those lovely ears." The stern nod she gave showed that she was willing to do just that.
Neely rolled her eyes, not doubting Rachelle for a second there. "Fine," she poked out her tongue. "I was just thinking that it would be nice to have a pet. Y’know… small furry thing?"
Filing that nugget away for future use, Rachelle chose to merely respond with something to make her girlfriend's jaw drop.
"For now, would you settle for me on a collar and leash?"
That? Certainly made Neely’s jaw drop, and she completely forgot about what they were talking about. Rachelle 1, Neely 0. "'Settle for’? Hell, I’d endorse it."
"Wanna get outta here? Go up to your place..." She gave Neely that lazy grin she kneeeew she loved so much. "Maybe get a head start on that collar/leash idea?"
"God, do you even have to ask?" Neely smirked lopsidedly and took Rachelle’s hand, leading the redhead back up the same set of stairs she came down, what, ten minutes ago?