Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-09 14:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
And notice she was trying to not mention her birthday
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: Neely’s… Their Apartment – above Avarice, then out
When: Saturday, Feb. 6th (Backdated like whoa)
Neely had spent the majority of the last week making space for Rachelle and her things, and it was with a heavy sigh that she plopped a box on the living room floor and called out to Rachelle, wherever she was: "Tell me that was the last of it! I’m not having fun being a pack mule, woman." You could hear the pout in her voice.
"Hey. You're the fuckin' werewolf here. I'm just a lowly human with substandard strength. Deal with it." Oh, rachelle, now that she'd come to grips with it all, was LOVING it. "Luckily all that's left is my bass and my amps."
Said werewolf let out a mock heavy-hearted sigh and rolled her eyes thoughtfully, before plodding over to Rachelle, "Fine. But I expect payment for all this hard work." She nodded sternly.
"If by payment you mean sexual favors, then I'm thinking we can work out a payment plan." The redhead said dryly, hands on her hips. "Of course, if I'm living here this means you get to put up with my dad and brothers coming here every year for our annual Super Bowl party. I'm gonna forego it this year, because of all the shit going on." And notice she was trying to not mention her birthday. Nope. Not a word.
"Payment plan works. Hourly instalments?" Neely quipped with that lopsided smirk. "Soooo it’ll be like dealing with five other people who are exactly like you... except they have dicks. I think I’m okay with that," she nodded. "But yeah, give us a chance to get into a rhythm... Next year, definitely." Neely grinned, before nipping Rachelle’s lip. What kind of horrible girlfriend would she be if she didn’t remember a birthday, hrmh?
"So... this feel as surreal to you as it does to me?" Chelle asked, never one to sugarcoat things. "It's awesome, don't get me wrong, but DAMN does it feel weird. I've never lived with someone before."
"A little surreal," the blonde agreed, "but... the good kind, not Tim Burton kind." She started taking things out of the box and placed them on the floor beside her, "Do you have any weird habits I don’t know about? Oh, also? This is totally a pants optional zone."
"Pants optional." Rachelle burst into laughter there. "Neely? You are without a doubt the most hilariously strange woman..." She buried her face in the she-wolf's shoulder, still snickering. "And seriously though. I really am happy. I love it here. Real love, I mean. Not the forced "no really, I love it" kinda way people pretended to love Episode 1 even after they saw Jar Jar Binks for the first time."
Neely chuckled and kissed the top of Rachelle’s head, "I’m glad. Wouldn’t want you living anywhere you didn’t like." She 'hrmh'd thoughtfully and raised an eyebrow, since the devious little creature had something in mind for tonight. No, not that. Get your mind out of the gutter. "Feel up to going out tonight?"
"Out? Like where?" Chelle asked, giving Neely an arched eyebrow cutely similar to the one SHE typically gave.
Neely wanted to say 'That’s for me to know and for you to find out' but she figured that’d be a giveaway, so instead she said: "I dunno. Just out. I’m sure something will come to mind while I’m driving." Since yes, she did own a car, and yes, she did plan to drive it. "Just felt like something different." Like a date.
"Fine... But I have this sinking feeling you're up to something..." The redhead muttered, a million possibilities going through her mind...
"Please, when am I not up to something?" Neely snarked.
While she could have taken them anywhere in her cute little red Toyota convertible, Neely sweetly took them to Santa Monica Pier, figuring they could get a bite to eat… then maybe go to the arcade, or on the Ferris wheel. And if the Ferris wheel should happen to take a little longer while they were on it... Well, that was just good luck now, wasn’t it? She grinned.
Chelle was, in a word, flabbergasted. She'd never (because of her own prickly personality, admittedly) been on a real, sweet 'date' before. And the reasoning behind this was lost on her. She'd never (as far as she could remember) told Neely when her birthday was, and she'd told her there was no need to 'suck up', that all was forgiven. Hell... She was even planning a huge gesture of goodwill all her own. "Neels? This is... Wow, this is really sweet of you. What's going on?"
Neely just grinned, since that was most definitely the reaction she was looking for. And as for knowing when Rachelle’s birthday was? Well, Neely had her sneaky, sneaky ways. "Welllll," she took 'Chelle’s hand and led her along, "It just occurred to me that we haven’t really been on a date before, and what better way to spend someone’s birthday, hrmh?"
"Ah. So my efforts in hiding today from you have gone seriously awry." Not that she hated her birthday... Chelle just didn't want Neely going to any trouble for her. "This is really, really sweet though, baby. And... Maybe this isn't the best time to bring this up, but... if she lets me get near her without gunning me down; I'm planning to apologize to the s..." She caught and corrected herself. "To Meeghan. I... was ripshit angry, and had no excuse to do what I did."
"..." Neely blinked, "I honestly wasn’t expecting that. I mean, at least not so soon," she amended. She sucked her lip between her teeth and looked away; clearly it was still a sore subject for her. "I’m proud of you." She gave Rachelle’s hand a squeeze and not-so-subtly changed the subject, "So what do you want to do first? Dinner or the Ferris wheel?"
"Surprise me. I'm kinda diggin' this suddenly uber-romantic Neely." The redhead said with a wide, sweet grin. She felt like hell though, because she saw the look on her lover's face when she mentioned that whole thing. And she knew she'd done something that would possibly always leave some bitterness in Neely.
"Well, don’t get used to it," Neely teased, swinging their arms as she walked with enthusiasm, leaving their previous topic well behind them. "Wouldn’t want you to expect it allll the time," she grinned, before leading 'Chelle over to the Ferris wheel, speaking briefly to the operator in a hushed tone, before leading ‘Chelle to one of the passenger cars and flopping down into a seat, pulling ‘Chelle to her with a grin.
"God. I haven't done anything like this since I was a little girl." She said with a sweet laugh. "This is so thoughtful of you. Seriously. But now I get to know all of YOUR birthday info. Fair's fair."
"Pssh, I’ll never tell," Neely sing-songed, giving Rachelle a good squeeze. "You’ll just have to find out the same way I found out yours. By being sneaky." Speaking of sneaky... the Ferris wheel came to a stop once they’d reached the pinnacle, and she couldn’t help it but grin mischievously.
"Oh, Neels. Seriously?" She started giggling, as this was like... John Hughes cheesy. But in a wonderful way. "I'm lovin' you so much right now, girl..."
Neely was feeling very smug right now, and she gave Rachelle a sweet, chaste kiss on the lips. "Good, otherwise all my efforts would be wasted," she teased.
"Nothing you do for me is ever wasted, ya 'tard." Yeeaahh. Chelle? Still needed to work on the whole 'romance' thing. "...this is probably the nicest birthday ever so far."
The werewolf barked out a little laugh and shook her head as the Ferris wheel started again, slowly bringing them back down to Terra Firma, "Well, so far, I don’t disagree... but it’s not over yet," she grinned.
"So..." And yeah, this is totally how Rachelle's brain worked. "Since my family has no clue werewolves and shit exist..." Oh, did that evil grin come into full-force there. "Any chance you'd play football with me and my brothers sometime? Tackle the shit out of Brady, and watch him stammer for an hour?"
"Oh God, I’d probably enjoy that more than I should," Neely laughed. She hadn’t met Brady, to be fair, but the fact was she didn’t get to use her strength as much as she’d like and it sometimes got a little pent up. "I’d love to," she gave Rachelle a little nudge as they finally exited the wheel, stopping only briefly to smoothly slip a bill into the operator’s hand.
"Not a word," she muttered, before leading them off again. Dinner. Dinner sounded appealing...
"He's a douche. Always thinks 'chicks shouldn't play sports'. You'd shock the fuck outta him." She held Neely's hand a little tighter, feeling oddly like a swoony schoolgirl. "Hmm. Do you have any idea how full of love I am right now?"
"I could take a guess," Neely smirked. She had never been one for public displays of affection, but that didn’t stop her from leaning over to kiss ‘Chelle’s neck, just below her ear. "How appropriate would it be if I suggested seafood for dinner?"
"Completely inappropriate. But completely hilarious. This is ME. Like I'm gonna be offended by anything." A valid point by the bassist, really.
"Oh yeah, I forgot who I was talking to for a second there," Neely teased, before leading them inside and sweetly pulling out a seat for Rachelle. Ye-ah, she was totally going from romantic comedies at this point, but points for the effort, right?
"So you still stickin' by your word?" But she wasn't talking about the cheating thing. Not at all this time. She smiled and sat down, stroking Neely's cheek as she winked. "About being with me forever?"
Neely smiled faintly and took a seat opposite Rachelle, "Absolutely. Why? You having doubts about keeping me around for that long?" She teased. Not entirely sure why Rachelle had asked...
"Because I'm honestly so damn in love with you now..." She rolled her eyes, haaaaaating being this vulnerable. "I actually can't picture wanting to even live in a world where we're not together."
"Well then, it’s just as well I’m not going anywhere, isn’t it?" She leaned over and kissed Rachelle on the lips, "Not ever again. ... Okay?"
"Never again. I like the sound of that." Chelle said with a lazy grin. "Not trying to freak you out, but I could totally see us where Ben and Skylar are about to be. You know, eventually."
"Eventually," Neely agreed, before chuckling and doing one of those 'oh me' eye rolls. "I warned Ben we might be a little absent at the wedding." She grinned 'innocently', "I can’t help that seeing you dressed up gets me going."
"Yeah... It doesn't happen too often." She admitted with a big evil grin. "Still hoping Skylar might let me wear a baseball cap or something."
"Nope. Won’t have it. It’s all or nothin’, babe." And then? She leeeeaned back and with a lecherous grin and said: "right now, nothing sounds very appealing."
"Nothing, hm?" Oh, she saw the grin. And looooooved it. "Why, what’re YOU in the mood to eat?"
"You?" Neely replied, raising that eyebrow again. It was amazing they ever left the apartment, given the voracious appetite they had for each other.
"Classy." Chelle said with a cackle, raising a brow. "We're REALLY not like most couples. Not that I'm complaining, even a LITTLE bit."