Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-07 16:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ben bale, neely bale, place: la |
Domestic Goddess
Who: Neely and Ben
Where: Neely’s Apartment – above Avarice
When: Wednesday, Feb. 3rd
Benjamin Bale had several ideas about how he was gonna spend his night of hanging out with Skylar at Avarice. Bailing his cousin's wayward girlfriend out of jail? Wasn't one of them. Luckily, the wolf found this all FAR more entertaining than he probably should have. Indeed... a mere few days later, he was outside Neely's apartment door, knocking, that incorrigible smirk spread across his lips.
Neely was inside, alright, attempting the whole Domestic Goddess thing for a second time around. Although this time she’d made much more progress, since the place looked immaculate. She paused when she heard the knock, and after a seconds hesitation, realised it had to be Ben. No one else visited her up here. "Coming!" She called out, making her way to the door and opening it for him. "Why hello, my mischievous cousin." She was in a much better mood since his last visit that much was obvious.
If she listened... it was clear that, with that amused grin, he was humming 'Eye Of The Tiger'. "So. Been a few days. Have you.... happened to hear any current events these past few lovely days?"
She narrowed her eyes at him cutely, and gave him a thwap on the arm for good measure. "Smart ass. Like you and Skylar having to bail Rachelle out of jail for punching Meeghan? That kind of current events?"
"Ahhh, that was hilarious. Looks like Clubber Lang there's not one to trifle with. Makes me actually kinda sad you went and fucked it up, cuz she seems like she'd REALLY fit in with this family." He was literally trying with every fiber of his being not to burst out laughing again.
She desperately tried to stifle her grin and rolled her eyes, doing that 'I’m so innocent' expression she was famous for, before moving off to the kitchen, since, funnily enough, she had a cake baking in there.
"So... have you talked to her since she decided to play Single White Tyson on your buddy?" He asked, walking in even though she hadn't really invited him in.
It was Ben. She didn’t think it was necessary to invite him in. She looked in at the cake, but it looked like a few more minutes yet, before turning her attention back to him. This time failing at hiding her grin. "Maybe."
"So what's going on? You gals back on? Or was the pugilism display just for anger's sake?" He was clearly having way too much fun here, but wasn't really shy about showing it, either.
Fortunately, being Mini-Ben, she could find the humour in it. She gave him another thwap and grinned, "Back on, back on, back on!" Awr, she even did a little dance to go with that.
"Good. Because I never thought I'd say it... but I think The Italian Stallion's suddenly got a nice big place in my heart." He grinned, being sincere there despite the snark. "If she loves you THIS much... well... she's good in my book."
"Seriously, I’m not gonna fuck up ever again. Actually, I asked her to move in, so you’ll be seeing her more often," Neely nodded, grinning again and just radiating pure joy.
"I think you really got someone who loves you, Neely. We both do." He thought briefly about how odd it was... the women each of them loved actually being damn-near best friends. "Of course, you realize this means each of them will undoubtedly know every little thing about us now."
Good God, Neely actually blushed at the thought. "God, I hope they don’t talk about sex stuff. I probably wouldn’t be able to look Skylar in the eye," she laughed, only half-joking there.
"Like that's the first part of her you look at anyway." He shot back with a smirk. Hey... he knew he and Neely had similar enough taste in women.
She wrinkled her nose cutely, "that’s a good point. You picked one smokin’ hot woman, cuz. I’d totally try to steal her away from you if I didn’t have the hottest chick in the planet already."
"Rachelle...." He looked for a way to word this. "Normally... her personality would put me off a bit. But I admit that how she handled this situation makes her... a mixture of possibly psychotic and ridiculously attractive."
Neely tapped her nose and then pointed at him, still grinning, "Don’t I know how to pick ‘em? Plus, y’know, fantastic in bed. Not that you need to know that. Sooo, what goes on in the world of Ben?”
"Well. Aside from the fact that now I have wonderful drama to straighten out at my label..." he smirked at her, "I'm just trying to plan my wedding, really."
"Ah, yeah," she chuckled weakly, "Sorry about that. I’d talk to Meeghan myself if I wasn’t so damn sure Rachelle would go for round two. And yes! The wedding. When is that? Mere’s being really great helping plan the bachelor party, too, by the way."
"We're hoping to have the basics down in the next week, really. I think we both just... want to be married. We've both been through so much; we want to start the next phase of our lives." That entire sentence was something that, previously, would have made anyone faint to hear coming from BEN.
She smiled as he talked, starting to finally understand where he was coming from. She picked at her cuticles and looked down, "Are you like... nervous or anything? And what about the honeymoon? Are you going anywhere?" My, wasn’t she full of questions?
"Nervous? Not a bit. Neely? Every time I look at Skylar, even if it's a hundred times a day... I fall in love with her all over again. And harder than the last time. She's... she's my girl. How could I be nervous?" Then, at the risk of being too serious, he went back to 'Usual-Ben': "And I figured it doesn't matter where we go, since I'll likely spend the entire time pounding her."
"That’s what I like to hear!" She cheered, clapping him on the back before remembering: "Oh, cake!" She quickly pulled it out and made a contented sound. It smelled good! “Meet Neely Bale, Domestic Goddess.” Because she damn well knew he was going to say something like that – she just beat him to the punch line.
"Jesus, Neely..." He looked shocked, actually... and not in a bad way. "Is it possible you've got it as bad for her as I do for Skylar? I've never seen you so... I don’t even have the words. You used to think of commitment as a prison sentence... now you actually seem HAPPY about it."
Neely shrugged and actually looked bashful, "I guess there really is someone out there for everyone."
"God help us, I think even BRONTE may have found someone now. When THAT icy heart starts getting melted... we're ALL in trouble." He snickered, always enjoying playfully jabbing at his sister.
"She got all cutely defensive when I asked about him," Neely giggled. "I may have to meet him. Put some awful awful ideas in his head." She’d wanted to do that for a while, come to think of it.
"Yeah. Like Grant needs them. He's as horrid as the rest of us." Of course, Ben meant that in a nice way. Realizing that really... he had no reason to put on an act in front of just Neely, Ben sighed and got serious again. "Neely? Let me give you a piece of advice. If you love this girl... don't hold back. Don't be afraid. Just love her with everything you have in you. And never look back."
She set the cake on a rack to cool so she could put icing on it. It was a shame it wasn’t ready now. She’d give him a piece. "I think... I can do that. I mean, I was all neurotic about it before but now it’s like a fog’s lifted, y’know? I mean, why try to fight something that’s so good for you." She sucked her lip between her teeth, "I was actually thinking of taking her away somewhere. Probably not until after your wedding though, since I don’t think Skylar’d like some of the wedding party missing. Well... there’s a chance we might go missing during the wedding.” Since Rachelle dressed up? Kinda got her going.
"Like we'd notice." He snorted with a roll of his eyes. "Chances are WE'LL go missing for at least part of the reception..."
She had to laugh at that. "God, we're awesome. I can only imagine what your future son would be like," she teased, poking her tongue out at him.
"Jesus. I'd be the worst father EVER." He snorted, rolling his eyes. "Can you even imagine it?"