Karissa Van Warren (kute_karissa) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-01-21 22:59:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Entry tags: | brayden bale, karissa van warren, place: la, plot: future problems |
Back To The Future!
Who: Introducing Brayden & Karissa
Where: Avarice
When: January 19th, 2018
Brayden Bale, for his part, seemed like he hadn't a care in the world. And maybe he didn't. This club was, by all means, his birthright. He loved everything about it: the music, the employees, the setup... and more than anything? The seemingly limitless supply of easy women that flitted in and out of it. Oh, how he loved those easy women. Annnnd speaking of which... he winked to Karissa as he spotted her walking in. He'd be hard-pressed to admit it, but he mostly kept her around because she was possibly the most insanely talented drummer he'd ever heard. Because the way she tended to pine after him occasionally was slightly annoying. Plus, also in her favor, she WAS hot as hell. The teen waved her over, and temporarily shoo'ed away the two curvy girls, one redhead and one brunette, that had been sitting on each arm of the chair he was chilling in. Dressed in black leather pants and a vintage Suicide Messiah t-shirt from back when the band first got together, he adjusted the thick silver rope chain around his neck and nodded to her. “....'Rissa? Something on your mind? You actually don't look hopped up on sugar and ready to pounce someone toni.... dammit. I forgot about practice, huh.”
Oh, how Karissa wanted to bop him upside the head. He was SO infuriating! The fact that she was so attracted to him made it harder than it needed to be, though, and she merely nodded, crossing her arms over her chest, the twin star tattoos above her cleavage peeking out. Her pierced bottom lip jutted out in some mix of anger and pouting, which looked even more ridiculous given her party-ready ensemble of red vinyl miniskirt, white sequinned tank, and kneehigh black leather stilletto heel boots. “Brayden? I kinda wanna knee you in your used-too-often junk right now. But I won't. Because while YES, you did miss practice,that's not why I tracked you down. You know the same people I do, and I know damn straight you hear the saaaame gossip I hear. So you know about Bella by now. Why aren't you reacting? Seeming upset, or surprised, or even 'O HAY SHE'S BACK' or something? Yer not a robot,Bray, and yer not this insensitive too. What's going on?”
Oh damn did he glare at her then. And he did the first thing he knew to do when someone made him feel like that: he lashed out. “You should stick to using your legs, Rissa. Either drumming with them or spreading them, because when you use your mouth it's always trouble. Is that all you came for? If so, you're kinda in the way of me getting some tail that I might not actually wanna make go away twenty minutes later. So amscray.”
Ouch. She visibly winced when he said that. She wanted to cry, or slap him, or... or SOMETHING. But she didn't... because the kind soul inside her, the one that was borne of Buffy Summers and Kevin Van Warren, knew that he was merely a scared young man, keeping his defenses up by saying things he didn't mean.So, rather than the goofy, silly, bouncy part of her that was more like her Aunt Chloe and Aunt Lucy... Karissa chose this moment to finally show part of her that took after her mother. The compassionate side. She let the words go, and just sat down on the arm of his chair, wrapping her arms around him with a long sigh.“...it's ok, Bray. I'm sorta freaked out too. And I'm not even related to her. But you can't keep this all in, sweetie. You can't. It'll eat you up inside. And... and bring on the yuckies. And a case of the yuckies is NEVER a good thing.” Ok, so... she tried, anyway.
Honestly, more than the words she said,it was more the words he himself had said that made him lower the shields. More specifically, it was how his words had so obviously hurt the blonde. He let himself just be held for a few moments before replying. “I'm freaked the fuck OUT, Rissa. I mean... she did some shitty things. She scarred my mom for life, for fuck's sake... and before you say anything, I know she's my half-sister, and that was HER mom too... but still. I don't care how close we all used to be...that's bullshit. Now she just pops up again, no memories, and we're all supposed to just say 'oh, well, she doesn't remember any of it. All's forgiven!' Well fuck that, Rissa... I remember. I remember hearing my mom cry herself to sleep at night. Seeing my dad, MY DAD for the love of God, trying not to lose his shit crying, just because it hurt him so bad to see Mom in that state. C'mon, Rissa... no matter how I act in public, you know how much I love my mom. Part of me hates Bella so bad right now... what am I supposed to do? Talk to her? And hope I don't end up wolfing out and attacking her for something she has no memory of ever doing? And win or lose hurt my mom and dad more than ever? No thanks. I prefer to sit here, enjoy some casual sex with slutty women, and pretend all is right with the world.” Sighing, he actually leaned over and gave her a sweet little kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, though. At least I can talk to you. I mean... the others... we're all friends, I know, but...imagine if I tried to talk to them about this?”
Karissa snorted there, loudly actually,and not very ladylike. The eyeroll that accompanied it really made her look like a younger, pierced-and-tattooed Buffy. “Yeah. I get that. Bless 'em all, but Bea would just get like her dad and want to... to solve everything for you. Abbi would fret and get all moony-eyed over you...” she didn't even give him a chance to sayanything there. “AND YOU KNOW DAMN WELL she's got a major thing for you.”
He snickered at that, and nodded. Abbi McConnell had tried so very unsuccessfully to have a secret crush on him for as long as he could remember. The closeness of her parents and his, combined with her... almost disarmingly optimistic personality, made him tend to avoid her. However, of their circle of friends... there was ONE more he couldn't help but take a playful jab at. “Better yet. Imagine Courtney trying to comfort me. Yeah. That'd end well.”
Oh, now THAT made Karissa burst out laughing. Trying to picture young Courtney Kowalski, the girl that (behind her back) most of them called The Demon or Robo-Girl due to her typical lack of emotion or compassion. “Yeah. Totally. She'd look at you, say 'life is pain.', and walk away. She is SO creepy...WHY DO WE HANG OUT WITH HER?”
Brayden was, if nothing else, honest.“...because she's your cousin, and also because we all fear she could and WOULD murder us all in our sleep?”
The blonde just sighed there, conceding defeat. “Sadly, I think you're right. On both accounts.”
“Look, Brayden...” Karissa sighed,reaching to brush his cheek with her fingers. “I'm always here for you, ok? I know everyone thinks you're this... this pig, this guy who just loves 'em and leaves 'em... but I don't believe it.” She looked into his eyes, letting her usual goofy demeanor down again. “I believe in YOU.”
Right. Well. Maybe SHE was ready to be all adult and mature here, but Brayden? Was NOT. “Yeah, yeah...come on, 'Rissa. You should know me by now, the things I said to you... we were both turned on, and I knew saying the right things would get me some of that. I apologized for it, ok? Let's not make it a thing, ok?” Real mature, Brayden. Your own DAD would slap the shit out of you there.
Slap? If Karissa didn't care about the jackass so much, she would have kicked him in the FACE. Jet Li style, y'all. She might not be a Slayer, but her mother still taught her how to fight. “You know, Brayden? You're handsome. You're a really good frontman for the band. And occasionally... you're even a decent friend. But right now? You're a real asshole.”
“.....” For a moment, Brayden was speechless. He gulped, feeling the pain in her voice as she said that. He knew what needed to be said there. He saw her start to walk away, but needed to make sure that what he was really feeling right now didn't go unsaid. He was a Bale, goddammit. “Karissa... does...does this mean we're not hookin' up again next week?” She walked away, and he sighed, feeling bad for, well... roughly a second and a half before grinning and waving the two girls from earlier back over to him. Fuck this Bella drama... he had a life to enjoy.