Skylar James Bale (socialiterocker) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-01 15:50:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | place: la, skylar james-bale, ~bronte bale-kellerman |
Finally Coming Together
Who: Skylar and Bronte
Where: Avarice
When: Monday, February 1st, Evening
Skylar was sitting at what had become her usual table in Avarice, sipping at a coke and enjoying the music. Ben was actually spending the night at Saints and Sinners, but Skylar hadn't felt like spending the night looking at naked women (a rare night indeed), so she came in to Avarice to hang out and relax again. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. She kept an eye on the door to see if anyone she knew came inside, but, so far, she wasn't having any luck in that direction.
Skylar wouldn't catch Bronte entering the establishment as the blonde was already there, had been for the past few hours. With Ben having his other businesses occupying a majority of his time, and Bretton having taken the night off, Bronte was the only one of the three Bales left to work the club that Sunday evening. Leaving the office after a brief break and call made to Grant, Bronte rounded to the other side of the bar prepared to take over for the attending tender, but spotting Skylar from behind the bar sitting solo at a table the blonde had a change of mind.
"Almost didn't recognize you without your better half." Bronte spoke as she approached the other woman's table with a bit of a faint, teasing smile settled across her lips. Sure she didn't exactly go out of her way to be nice or try and get to know Skylar, but with the woman on the verge of marrying her brother, and thus marrying into the family, Bronte felt she needed to make an attempt, and what better time then now with Skylar in Avarice flying solo at the moment.
Skylar couldn't help but smirk and Bronte when she pointed out that she wasn't with her better half. "Well, he's busy with the other club tonight, and I just didn't feel like going there," she said to Bronte. "Got time to join me for a drink, possibly?" The two of them needed to get to know each other, since they were soon to be in-laws and all.
"I don't know how you can stand going to that place at all." Bronte commented as she took a seat opposite Skylar with the invitation being offered. And really there was no reason for the blonde to decline. It was, after all, why she came over in the first place. To talk and get to know the newcomer to the family.
"It's a way to see pretty women," Skylar said simply enough. "It doesn't really bother me, though. No girl there is obviously unbalanced in a way that they might have been abused or any other stereotype that you think of as a stripper." Skylar had a part in the screening process during the initial hiring phase. While Mere did most of that now, Mere certainly didn't want to hire anyone too crazy, either, because she had to deal with them every night. She swirled the straw in her coke. "So, how have you been doing?"
"If you're into that kind of thing," which Bronte wasn't. She had never leaned that way, even in the slightest of way. The blonde only went for the opposite gender, and right now she had someone she was presently content with. "Pretty much the same as I've always been, except now I have a housemate to to play guardian to." She was unsure if Skylar was aware that Bethany had chosen to live with her instead of her sister Baily after everyone learned the girl hadn't died, but had been shuttled off to some private school by her parents.
"I still like to look on occasion, I guess," Skylar said. "Just look, though. I think Ben enjoys it, too." Both him being able to look and her wanting to look, but that was private matters. Anyways... "How is Bethany doing? I didn't hear the full story, just enough to kind of wonder why anyone would do that, you know?" Skylar didn't understand werewolf family dynamics, honestly, but she hoped that something like that wouldn't happen to her children, possibly being shunned if they weren't werewolves. She sure as hell wouldn't pretend that they were dead, though.
"Bethany seems to be acclimating to things quite well. I don't think, though, that she's spoken to her parents since she got to L.A. which I find totally understandable considering the situation." Bronte relayed to Skylar as she signaled to one of the wait staff to bring her over a glass of water. "I still can't grasp at why they did it in the first place, sure she's different from the rest of us," meaning the rest of the Bale clan, "but that's no reason for them to have done what they did." The blonde shrugged, and though disappointed in her aunt and uncle she was glad Bethany was in L.A. with the rest of her family where the girl seemed to be thriving.
"Well, it's good that Bethany is doing OK," Skylar said to her. She was glad that the girl was here instead of at some hidden away school in France, anyway. It was good for her to be with her family. Maybe not her mother and father, but family that actually wanted her. She sipped again at her coke.
"Yeah, she's a good kid and didn't deserve what her folks did to her or the family." Bronte voiced a bit dryly. "Listen, Skylar," the blonde started, but when her glass of water was brought over she paused in that moment to take a nice little drink, "I knew we're not exactly close," and maybe they would never be, but then that really wasn't the point of the moment right now Bronte was wanting to make a gesture to show that she was accepting Skylar into the family, "but with word of you and Benjamin planning on marrying soon I'd like to give you a bridal shower. That is if one isn't already being planned." And the blonde had said bridal shower as she wasn't all that much of a bachelorette party type of person. Anyway, wasn't that for the bride to be and her closest friends.
Skylar couldn't help but be surprised at the offer to do a bridal shower for her. "I'd be honored if you planned a shower," she said to the other woman. She had sort of had the impression that Bronte didn't like her, even though Ben had just said that was how Bronte was with any new person. It just took her a while to warm up, at least to the level that Bronte warmed up with any person.
It wasn't that Bronte didn't like Skylar, it was more that she didn't know the girl well enough to form an opinion either way. But she was the woman her brother seemed quite serious about at the moment, Bronte was still unsure if it would last for any real length of time considering the life Benjamin Bale had led not all that long ago, and the blonde had to make some kind of effort to try and get to know the woman her younger brother was intent on marrying.
"Maybe we can get together at the beach house this weekend to kind of work on things like who you'd want or wouldn't want at the shower. And I'll also need to know which shops you're going to register at."
Skylar nodded at that suggestion. "I think that sounds great," Skylar said to Bronte. "When is good for you?"
"I'll have to get back to you on that. I mean Saturday is a definite, just have to check to see if I have any unexpected plans for the day." Bronte smiled casually before sipping more of her drink. Knowing Grant he might have scheduled something for that day for them to do and conveniently forgot to mention it to her with him probably having gotten caught up in his work which he tended to do more often then not.
"Ok, that's fine," Skylar said to her. She knew that Bronte was a busy woman, especially with Bethany living with her and having a new boyfriend. "Just let me know exactly when is good for you, OK?"
"I will." Bronte promised. "And now," the blonde swallowing down the rest of her water before her chair was eased back and Bronte found her way to her feet, "I should be getting back to work and let you enjoy a little alone time." Which everyone needed from time to time, didn't they?
Skylar nodded. "Thanks," she said to Bronte. "I'm looking forward to this." And to getting to know Bronte a little bit better. She was definitely looking forward to that.
"I'll call you," Bronte told the other woman taking a couple steps away from the table before she cast a backward glance over her shoulder, "oh, and drinks are on the house." Bronte called back before continuing onward toward the bar. At least that night they were, wasn't like a couple free drinks was going to break the place. It was a friendly gesture that Bronte rarely made, but the blonde had her moments every now and then.