Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-01-21 23:04:00 |
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Current location: | Saints & Sinners |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | david cromwell, place: la, sarah varone |
David + Flirting = Maybe Something Good?
Who: Sarah and David
Where: Saints and Sinners
When: Friday Night, Jan. 13th
For it being a Friday night, this place was dead. Maybe it was the fact that, last week or so, all of the water in LA had ran red, but people seemed freaked out and wanting to spend less money on things like naked ladies dancing around. Which was fine and good for the church going crowd, but, if you were a dancer like Sarah, that sucked hardcore. So, right now, Sarah was wearing a silk robe that went just above her knees, covering the little outfit that she had picked out for the night (it was a little chilly in this place, so she had grabbed a robe before coming out), and went up to the bar to get herself a drink, and by drink she meant coke, because, even if things were sucking, she didn't drink on the job.
David, in the meantime, was standing there in his usual getup: tattered jeans, biker boots, and a Cannibal Corpse t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, exposing his heavily tattooed arms, which were crossed over his chest. When one of the few (yet very drunk) patrons stumbled over toward Sarah, David literally grabbed him by the back of the neck and smirked. "Don't even think about it, buddy. A worrrrrrld of hurt awaits you if you do that." The guy paled, and practically RAN in the other direction.
Sarah smirked when David interceded on her behalf before she even had the chance to tell the guy to go to hell. He was tipping singles during her dance, and she meant like, two. Douche. "Aren't you just my knight in shining armor," she said to him when he got close to her. "Thanks."
"Naw... Just doin' my job, hon." He gave her (sweetly enough) a shy grin, as she was the one dancer there that he actually was kinda sweet on, and didn't think of in an almost Papa Bear kind of way. He actually tried NOT to watch her dance, as he wanted more... to see her undressed on his own terms. Kinda sweet, the big lug. "Slow night, I know..."
"I can't believe we're slow on a Friday night," Sarah said with a groan. "Really, does the water messing up scare people off that bad?" While Sarah was up on the supernatural (she had to be in her line of work), it seemed like it was not hitting her what had happened like it had some people.
"I think water turning to blood tends to freak people out, hon, yeah." He couldn't help but laugh. "It's kinda biblical, ya know. End of the world and stuff."
"I work in an industry where it helps not to think about anything biblical," Sarah pointed out to him. "Although there is the one Jesus freak that works with us. I wonder how she rationalizes it to herself that she can strip and love Jesus at the same time." She shrugged.
"Takes all types, I guess..." He realized then that she was keeping calm by more or less denying to herself how... epic this all was. Ok, he could help there. "So I hear you're a pretty good tat artist... Maybe you'd wanna do my next one for me? It'd prolly get you some good bank... I tend to like really intricate stuff."
She smiled when he mentioned tats. "Sure, I'd be up for that," she said for him. "I tend to go lower in price for friends, though. I do tattooing because I love it, not for the money." The stripping was more for the money than the love. Still, she made decent livings at both, at least when the nights were better than tonight.
"I got a nice big spot on my back that's still uncovered... Was thinking of getting the family crest to cover it. Figured it would look really good." He thought about it for a moment, then asked with a smile far more gentle than anyone save for maybe Lucy had seen. "You do the work on your own art too?"
He actually had a really nice smile. That was something she hadn't noticed before. "That sounds awesome, actually. Cool thing to have a family crest and everything." She grinned at him. "I designed everything myself, but some spots I really couldn't do, like these." She lifted up the sleeves of her robe to show the cheetah prints on her shoulders. "Most of the stuff is my own doing, though."
Jesus Christ. Did the 6'8", bulging werewolf blush a little when she started showing a bit of herself? Yes, sadly, he did. He couldn't help it: to him? The big-boobed, bottle-blonde youngsters here were a dime-a-dozen to him. Sarah, a liiiittle older than the others, dark-haired, and tattooed, was like a dream come true to him. "I really do like your work..."
"Thanks," she said, lowering her sleeves. Did he just blush? Wow, when was the last time a man blushed at her showing shoulder? Probably a quarter to never. This was interesting.
"Shame you gotta do this for money though. Ben would be pissed to hear me tell you this, but a classy chick like you deserves better than to be undressing for a buncha jerks that ain't worthy of even bein' in the same room as you." Hey. He was trying, ok? David wasn't exactly a poet.
She laughed. "You're sweet," she said. "It doesn't really bother me. If I could make a good living just doing tats, I'd be all about it. Unfortunately, people don't come in looking for a four hundred dollar tat every day, you know? On a good night, though, here, I can go home with a grand easy. Gotta pay them bills." She didn't sleep with clients or anything like that, though. She all but put a heel through a guy's hand last week when he started to get grabby.
"Just don't ever give up your dignity, girl. You're too good for it." Aww. "You ever need anything, you let me know. Anything."
"No plans on giving up my dignity," Sarah said to him. "And you'll be the first to know if something happens."
"You're a nice gal, Sarah. I actually feel like a normal guy when ya talk to me." He didn't finish the thought, the part where most women that DID talk to him acted more like he was some... monster, or just someone there to kick peoples asses.
She smiled at him. "Not sure how else I would look at you," she told him. He was like the guys that she had spent her life around. She certainly had never been attracted to pretty guys of any sort. She liked MEN, with tattoos and that were interesting.
"Then would it be stupid of me to ask you if you wanted to get a drink or something with me sometime?" He asked bashfully, rubbing the back of his tattooed neck.
She smiled at him. "I think that sounds fantastic actually," she said to him.
Oh dear. If anyone who knew him saw the blushy, almost innocent smile on his face right now? He'd never hear the end of it. "I wouldn't normally, you know, ask out someone I technically work as a bodyguard for, but I just... I've thought you were amazing from the first time I saw you walk in here."
She smiled at him. She couldn't remember the last time a guy had been gushy over her when there wasn't tequila and g-strings involved. "Really? You really feel that way?"
"Yer a helluva gal, Sarah, prettiest one here if ya want my opinion." It might have sounded cheesy if it weren't so sincere. "Most of the gals here look like bimbos, schoolgirls, or both. You're sexy, you got a brain, and ya got talent. That's MY kind of lady."
"You're a pretty damn awesome guy, you know that, David?" she asked him. "I get the feeling that you don't get to hear that nearly often enough, but you are."
"Nah, I really don't." He thought about that for a second. "Actually, there's this young girl I spend time with... long story, but she reminds me of my little sister, who died when we were both kids... Great kid. I built her a motorcycle for her birthday... She always tells me I'm great." He caught himself rambling nervously, and rubbed the back of his neck again. "Sorry. I guess what I was trying to say was... It feels good to hear it from someone I'm... interested in."
She grinned. It was actually really sweet to hear that a big guy like him basically mentored some kid. "Well, glad to make your day like that," she said to him.
"Naw... Wait until I take you out. If I get lucky and end up getting a kiss, THAT will make my day." Hell, he couldn't help it that time.
She knew he had to have some of that patented Bale charm in there. It was just going to take the right woman to bring it out. "Well I fully expect you to be that lucky, but we'll see for sure soon enough."
Of course, it had been a while since he'd really flirted with anyone. Sure, during his travels, he'd been with his fair share of women, but it had been quite a few years... to say he was out of practice was an understatement. "So, uh... What kinda stuff do you like to do? Gimme something to work with here."
She actually had to think on that. It was kind hard to figure out a first date when your favorite things to do were to get tattoos and drink at bars. "Well I can give you that tattoo you were talking about for starters," she said.
"Well, if ya want... I just figured you'd wanna relax and not work." He grinned and looked at her, still just loving those eyes. "If ya want, at some point we can take a ride on my bike..."
"Giving people tattoos is hardly work. It's just something I happen to get paid for on occasion," Sarah pointed out. "I would love to go for a ride on your bike, though."
"Damn right..." He said with a more proud, almost cocky tone. Clearly, the man LOVED his bikes. "You ain't never been on a monster like this one... You'll love it."
"Well, I certainly can't wait to go for a ride on your bike," Sarah said to him with a grin. "When is good for you?"
"Any night you want. I basically stick around until you girls leave anyway, in case some sick fuck needs an ass-beating." He grinned, kind of liking the fact that he was, more or less, the defacto bodyguard for the girls. "I could just give you a ride home some night..."
"Well, we could do that, maybe get something to eat somewhere that's still open as well," Darlene suggested. She didn't want it to just be a ride home. She wanted something 'date like' in there as well. "I'd cook for you, but my chef expertise ends with TV dinners."
"Only if ya let me pay. God knows Ben pays me enough to basically watch beautiful women take their clothes off and beat up annoying drunks... May as well use some of it..." Yeah... David was one of those rare few that didn't know what the hell to do with money when he HAD it.
She grinned. "I'm sure that I can allow you to pay for this," she said playfully. Hell, turn down a date actually willing to pay? Like hell!
Pay? Please. At this point poor David would likely have given his heavily-tattooed right arm for this date. He just smiled, winking at her as the smile made the silver studs in his bottom lip shine a little in the light. "Well. I better get back to work. Ally's almost done, and a couple drunk frat boys were givin' her looks I didn't like."
"Yeah, they seem to like that cool demeanor of hers," Sarah said. It was probably just her, but she didn't get the attraction to blonds, but whatever. "See you later then!"