Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-01-21 23:18:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | anthony hayworth, paige bennett, place: la |
Meeting of Mutual Respect...And Some Attraction
Who: Anthony and Paige
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday, Jan 9th (Yeah, I'm late with it. Sorry.)
Anthony walked into Avarice to grab himself a drink for the night. Things were going good with the band, although they were taking a little bit of a vacation right now. Recording the record and doing the huge tour had been tiring, so now they were taking a little while to rest. He walked up to the bar and ordered a beer.
Paige, on the other hand, was just enjoying a night where she wasn't either destroying someone, protecting Lexi or Lilly, or a mix of both. She'd managed to have a decent holiday (for a demon), having Darlene and her band mates over for dinner and getting to jam for the first time in what felt like forever. It was a part of her life that, while over, was fun to revisit now and again. Tonight, she was wearing a black leather miniskirt she'd found on clearance at a nearby mall, and a top she'd made herself by sewing together parts of a boustier, a corset, and a choker. Lips done up in dark red, she had an animal grin working while she prowled the club for, well... honestly? Just someone to talk to.
Oh, Anthony saw her come in through the door and couldn't quite supress the grin that spread across his face when he saw her. He actually recognized her, too. He remembered Paige from back in the day. Quite a looker and guitar player, but not the nicest person. Of course, knowing more or less what had happened with her, he couldn't help but be curious about her now as well.
She winked over at Anthony when she caught his eye. Yeah, of course she knew who he was... but the part of her that cared about that sort of thing was long gone. Right now, she was more looking at him for the handsome guy he was, not who he 'was', for lack of better description. Waving to him, she motioned him to her with a little curl of her finger.
Anthony chuckled. He wondered if she knew that now, she had some sort of animal magnetism that seemed to just pull people in. She probably did, honestly. He picked up his beer and made his way over.
"Well, babe... fame looks good on you. How's everything been?" Of course, having not seen her since she was, well, HUMAN... this new and friendly Paige had to be a bit of a shock.
"Well, aren't we just charming tonight?" he asked, taking a sip of his beer. "Everything's been good, actually. Taking a little vacation before we start filming the video for the second single and go back out on the road again. How are you doing?"
"Oddly enough, better than I've been in years." It was true, too. Paige felt more alive, more awesome, as a demon than she ever did as a human. Maybe this was her actual calling, hm? "Kinda given up 'the life', but you know? It sort of brought out the bitch in me anyway. I'll leave the fame to you guys, the ones who can handle it."
He smirked at her. "Fame's a demon," he agreed. "I'm still not used to it. It's one thing to be well known in one city. It's another to have screaming girls chase you throw a mall." Yeah, that hadn't been fun.
"Yet, picturing you running into Victoria's Secret or something to avoid this is fairly humorous. Like something out of one of those old Beatles montages you see on VH1." Ok, and this? She HAD to ask. "So, how's your Pseudo-Girlfriend? The one that you and I both know you're not dating, but that everyone else seems to THINK you are?"
"She's doing fine," Anthony said to him. "Enjoying fame for all its worth right now. This is everything that she's always wanted. Well, it's a lot of what I wanted, too. Just, you know, without being chased into a Victoria's Secret." Yeah, that actually had been in a tabloid or two as well.
"Well, I'm glad to see you guys doing so well. Got a couple bands out here now that could be blowin' up soon too..." Hell, had she not messed up so badly in life, she'd BE in one of them.
"I gotta ask, and I'm not doing it to rub anything in," Anthony said. "Do you miss it at all? Ever think about trying to start it again with a different band at all?"
"I doubt it. I miss playing... But it made me someone I don't miss being. Some people handle that shit well. Obviously I ain't one of 'em." Obviously, Paige was being completely honest with herself now.
Anthony nodded. "It's amazing how much you learned from being dead," he said to her. "It sounds wrong to say, but it did you a lot of good."
"...how the hell's a normal like you HEAR all this shit, man?" Paige asked him with a raucous laugh. He'd asked in no different a tone than someone asking how the weather was.
"Edie mostly," he told her matter of factly. "You'd actually be amazed at how many record executives and famous people are at least somehow involved in the supernatural world. A lot more of them are witches and stuff that anyone would really believe." And more than a few vampires and demons, too, for that matter. "Normal in LA doesn't mean ignorant of what's going on. Not these days."
"Well I'll be damned." There was no other thing to say, really. "So.. You know what I am, and you aren't running for the hills? Impressive."
Anthony didn't know the name of what Paige was or anything, but he had the basic understanding of what she was. He just kind of shrugged when she said that it was impressive. "That's just being nonjudgmental. Now, what you used to do on the guitar? That was impressive."
"Pleeeease." Paige scoffed a little at him, the twinkle in her eyes showing she was flattered though. "I was good. Nothing spectacular or out of the ordinary. Now, the girl that punched me in the face? SHE'S impressive. Seriously, I have no problem admitting jealousy was my main issue with Wilson."
"Lexi? Lexi is good at what she does. Hope she stays clean this time, because that's the only way to get anything good out of her." He had been around Lexi more when she was drugged out, so, was he skeptical? Maybe a little. "At least now you're better and can admit faults, though."
"Faults? I can admit when I'm WRONG now, love... but this is still me: you see any faults here?" She teased with a wicked glint in her eyes, twirling around once.
He chuckled. "Alright, you got me there," Anthony said to her. "No faults to my eyes."
"Goooood answer, dear. Wouldn't want to hurt my fragile, fragile little ego now, would you?" Right. Because Paige? Was a delicate little flower.
He laughed. "Yeah, you're a fragile one, alright."
"Oh, you have no idea at all. I could wilt and cry right here, like some little Southern belle." Oh, now THAT was good. If Paige's PB could act that well, she'd truly be a force to be reckoned with.
Anthony laughed. "You might have missed your calling as an actress," he told her with a grin. "I wouldn't want you to wilt and cry, though."
By this point, she was laughing, loudly but sincerely, enjoying herself. "Glad to see fame isn't making you some snooty asshole, babe. I mean, Edie was ALWAYS one, so, can't really change that. 'Sides, EVERY good band needs someone to drum up controversy and say inappropriate shit."
"Guess I'll always have that midwestern cool at heart," Anthony said to her. "Edie can be a handful, but she's still great. Plus, she drives the crowd wild. Someone else that's needed in every band."
"Very true. The sole reason, I think, that Ginny kept me around as long as she did." Nothing like honesty about yourself, hm? "Ah well. Those days are done and gone. Time to just... be Paige, for once. Even if that entails tearing people apart." God bless her, she said that in the SWEETEST tone possible.
"Well, as long as you promise not to tear me apart, then I won't mind," Anthony said to her. "So, can I buy you a beer?"
"Normally I'd use the whole grrl-power thing, say no way, but you know what? Hell, your rich ass can afford it way more than I can, so sure." Laughing, she shrugged and just motioned to the bar. "I'll have... hell. Whatever. I don't care."