Isabella Margaret Delallo (bad_ass_babe) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-12-08 15:22:00 |
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Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | isabella delallo, paige bennett, place: la |
A Watcher And A Demon Walk Into A Club...
Who: Isabella and Paige
Where: Avarice
When: Friday Night, Dec. 4th
Now that she'd at least made peace with Lexi and Meredith, Paige was beginning to feel a little more at ease with being out in public. With allowing others to actually see that she still existed. So now? FUCK YES. She was enjoying this shit. She'd gone to Avarice for the evening, putting on the sexiest non-whorish outfit she owned - a pair of second-skin leather pants that were hung low on her hips, a red lace bra, and a long-sleeved black fishnet shirt over it, that clung to every curve. Her lips were done in a shockingly dark red, that contrasted the pale reflection of her skin. She was dancing along to the music, her body slowly writhing to the beat of the music.
Since Isabella was now training a Bale, it only made sense for her to take an interest in what else was invested in the Bale name. So far, she’d discovered a record company, a strip club and … Avarice. Since Avarice seemed the tamest, she decided to start there to see what kind of clientele the family lent towards. So far? It seemed pretty tame. Which was good news! She bought a beer from a pretty blonde at the bar and made the rounds, watching people with interest. She really did enjoy watching people… She smiled a little to herself. She was wearing her favourite outfit. Tight-fitting dark blue jeans, a white see-through singlet top with a black bra, and a tattered black leather jacket.
Meanwhile, Paige was pretty much in her glory. The raven-haired beauty was just dancing with everyone that approached her, just living it up and enjoying being free and fun and not full of blinding hatred for once. Amazing how, as a DEMON, she was full of more life, more love of humanity, than she ever was as an actual human.
Like most people who laid eyes upon her, Isabella gravitated towards Paige. It was hard not to notice someone so full of vim and vigour, after all. She smirked a little and decided ‘to hell with it’ and danced with the significantly looking younger girl, since tonight? Was all about forgetting about the evils of the world in her mind.
"Well hey there, babe..." Paige said with a laugh as the woman started dancing with her. She looked more the type to throw down than to dance, but what's the world without some nice surprises, hm? "Now, either you're new around here, or I'm getting bad in my age. Because I *know* I'd remember seeing YOU."
“Bad in your age,” Isabella repeated with a laugh, “How old are you exactly? Twenty?” She teased. Sure, some people were older than they appeared (and boy, did she of all people know that), but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to tease the girl about it, especially since she, herself, appeared to be significantly older.
"Twenty-two, actually. But trust me... I've seen enough for three lifetimes." Oh fuck, if Isabella only knew the things Paige had seen, just in the last year. "So now that you set your own trap... you get to answer the same question."
“I don’t know. A lot of people your age tend to use that line,” Isabella replied, honestly not sure how to take this conversation on the dance floor. “And I am not ashamed of my age. Thirty Six; thank you very much.”
"Thirty six? Nothing wrong with that... especially lookin' like that." Paige wasn't really what one would call gay, or bi, or anything. She just... loved people. Funny, prior to being 'dead', she liked men alone. But since this newfound life, she found she could appreciate almost anyone, age or gender be damned. "Come on, this new song sucks. Lemme get you a drink." And without even looking to see if the woman would follow her (because this was still Paige. She KNEW nobody would be dumb enough to NOT follow her), started walking toward the bar.
Isabella laughed and shook her head at the younger woman, but she was right... No one was dumb enough not to follow her, which Isabella did. Although she kept a little distance. She wasn’t a little puppy, after all. “Beer, preferably,” she said over the music. She wasn’t one of the fruity drink kind of girls… actually, she’d been told she was a cheap date more than once for her preference to beer. Guess who never got to second base?
Paige, of course, had been on more bases than Rickey Henderson. But that was as a human. She was still adjusting to this new life, although luckily, she wasn't the mopey type. No, to her? It was more a 'if life gives you lemons, squeeze the fuck out of it until its lemonade' type. "CJ... get my friend here whatever GOOD beer you have on tap. And get me a glass of vodkda and OJ. Thanks."
“Oooh, a screwdriver. Good choice,” Isabella said, letting her true alcoholic show. Ever the people-watcher, she glanced around the bar curiously, always interested to see what kind of people surrounded her. She leaned in to breath against Paige’s ear, “Do you want to go sit at one of the booths?”
"Sure, babe... why not?" Was the woman hitting on her? Aw. How sweet. Paige, ever the incorrigible flirt, ate it up like a fat kid with cake. She walked to one of the booths, her movements almost serpentine in nature, that grin that could corrupt even the most holy of minds playing at her lips.
Isabella smirked a little as she followed behind Paige, her eyes on the younger woman’s hips… wow, there was a dangerous view. She sat at an empty booth across from the other woman, trying to put some distance between them. “Do you come here often,” she asked, trying desperately to keep a straight face since… that was clearly a lame pick-up line, and she knew it.
"Actually? Only recently. I kind of... used to be the mortal enemy of a few people that frequent this place." My, how things change, hm? "Luckily, I've taken a more... positive view to people lately."
Despite the fact that she knew appearances could be deceiving, Isabella laughed. She put a hand to her mouth to try to stifle it. “And how did your new outlook come about?”
"Funny how sometimes... it takes dying to really make you feel alive." She left it at that. Give the girl credit... she certainly didn't sugar-coat.
“Yes, I’ve heard that before…” Isabella replied. Funny how she didn’t elaborate on where she’d heard that before, eh? “Cheers,” she said instead, lifting her drink and taking a long swig.
Paige did the same, before finally crossing those long legs and sitting back, eyes locked on those of the Watcher. "So... do you have a name? Or do I just say 'hey you' all night?"
“I’d prefer ‘hey beautiful’,” Isabella smirked. She could be… a tad vain, sometimes, but only a tad. “Isabella. What’s your name?”
"Paige. Formerly the scourge of these parts, now suddenly a chum." Did she find it funny that she was suddenly on good terms with Wilson and Delany? Oh hell yes.
“A scourge… like a plague, or just a general nuisance?” Isabella tilted her head to the side, genuinely interested since… she really hadn’t figured this girl out yet. It was starting to bother her.
"Honey, believe me. I was a gen-yoo-ine plague around here." She smirked, as if mocking proud of this next statement. "Hell, I once got punched in the face riiiight about 30 feet from here. And once? I got attacked and left for dead in the dumpster right outside the place."
Isabella made a face at that, since she doubted she would ever come back to a place with such violent memories… unless she inflicted said violence, of course. “Why the hell do you keep coming back here if you keep getting beaten up?”
"Well, I deserved it. Both times. And I'm... a much different person now. Much different." Understatement? Yes. "Besides... it's not my USUAL hangout. Just... started getting friendly with a few old enemies lately. Trying to show my loyalty and all."
“I’m impressed,” Isabella admitted. “I doubt I could ever admit I was wrong to anyone, let alone try to make it up to them.” She… tended to be stubborn, after all. And she felt her opinion mattered above all others, especially when work was concerned… which did explain a lot, actually.
"Well... it's not like I'm wrong often, so why not admit it when that rare thing happens." Not that Paige was cocky at all. Noooo. Never. "So, what part of England are you from? Love the accent. You're all 007 and everything."
“Pfft, I’d rather go by Miss Moneypenny, thank you very much. She never gave it up to Bond… that I recall,” she smiled faintly. Not that she’d ever watched Bond films. Oh no. “And London.”
"London's the shit, man... I went there a couple years ago. The clubs there are amazing." And yes, that WAS the main thing the girl had focused on there then.
“Glad to see that you’ve got your priorities sorted,” Isabella laughed. Of course, if she’d led anything near a remotely normal life, she would have had the same mentality there.
"What can I say? I had my days where I loved to party." Smirking, she shrugged. "I call it, 'last month'."
“I call it ‘ongoing’,” Isabella replied quickly, since… they were at a club, after all.
"What can I say? I'm a real demon." Oh-ho... so she was doing this now. Making semi-jokes at her own expense.
Isabella’s eyebrows went up slightly at the choice of words, since not many women called themselves that. Witch, maybe. But Demon? Hrmh. She leaned back in her seat to get a better appraisal of the younger woman, but since she was completely human and couldn’t sense anything even remotely evil, she didn’t have much to go on…. It wasn’t as if the girl had horns, or anything. “I don’t know. You look human enough to me,” she smirked.
"Do I?" Oh, now this conversation would test what the other woman knew, wouldn't it? "Looks can be decieving, can they not?"
“Yes, but so far you haven’t tried to kill me, so you get points there…” Isabella replied, fully realising that she trapped herself conversation-wise. “…if you were a demon.”
"Oh, you're far too intriguing to kill. You know. If I were a demon." However, the predatory look on her face showed that maybe she wasn't totally joking. "So what brings you all the way to merry old Los Angeles, anyway? Lose a bet?"
The hairs on the back of Isabella’s neck prickled, all the hypothetical phrasing was starting to make her think this conversation wasn’t so… hypothetical. “No,” she chuckled, “…felt like a change of scenery.”
"I get that. L.A. seems like such a bad-ass place when you don't live here." Well, if she WAS a demon? She seemed like a nice one, anyway. "But once you see that the dangers are the same as any other city, except more noticable... yeah. Kinda sucks as much as every other city."
“Oh yes. I’ve been given a nice crash course on the dangers already,” Isabella smiled faintly, not about to elaborate on that. “But… the weather’s nice. And some of the people aren’t so bad,” she teased.
"Yeah, I kinda lucked out in the friend department here." She really had, all things considered. "Even with my... bitchy tendencies, I've really only permanently lost one friend."
Isabella took another sip of her beer, a little surprised that she’d forgotten about it for so long. “I’d still call that a remarkable, given the whole new leaf you say you’ve turned.”
"Well... the girl that was pretty much my best friend... before I changed, I did some shitty things. Really hurt her bad." She knew Lilly would likely NEVER forgive her. "All I can do now is stay away from her, and wish her the best."
“That’s awfully mature for a girl your age,” Isabella replied, half-way serious and half-way joking. She leaned back and took another sip of her beer. “It’s good to learn these things while you’re young; otherwise you tend to get … stuck.” She blinked as she realised she didn’t want the conversation to turn towards her again, “but I digress. I think what I meant to say was ‘good on you’.” She smiled faintly; it was funny how little turns of phrase depressed her so quickly.
"Like I said. You'd be surprised how quickly dying can mature you." Forget the fact that she's died TWICE now. "Now I'm all about making amends. And trying to protect the people I used to hurt." That was a rather normal way of putting what she was now, hm?
Isabella narrowed her eyes at Paige; she was rather… frank, wasn’t she? “Protect,” she repeated. She could have said ‘a woman your size?’ but… since she knew all about small women kicking butt, she didn’t. Instead she said, “And does that involve hurting people who try to fuck with your friends?”
"When I have to, yes." More like tearing them to shreds with her razor-sharp teeth, but since she doubted the woman would be able to see her true form and not shriek, she left it at that.
“I approve.” The older woman said… not that her approval was really necessary. It was her way of saying she had the same mentality where that was concerned.
"Let's just say... the people I once hurt? Now have total, complete protection. Which I take VERY seriously." Whoa... somehow, even talking about this made Paige turn deadly serious now.
…Which Isabella did notice. Only her reaction to the deadly serious tone/expression? Was to giggle. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know you’re serious, and I don’t doubt you. Not for a second. But that was just … SO cute.”
"Honey? I've been called a lot of things. Some good, some bad, some GREAT. But cute? Can't say I've been called that since before I had these." she smirked as she cupped her breasts through her shirt.
Isabella tilted her head to the side, smirking as well… since they were pretty epic breasts. “Well, life’s just full of surprises, isn’t it?”
Paige actually snorted there. LOUDLY. "Honey, you have NO idea."