Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-09 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | brayden bale, mere delany, place: la |
Horny? Meet Hornier.
Who: Mere and Brayden
Where: Avarice
When: Sunday, January 31st, Night
Mere sat at the bar of Avarice, sipping on a concoction that she was pretty sure contained more alcohol than most humans could drink in one sitting without suffering from alcohol poisoning, but for her it was just right and still tasted like bubble gum, which was nice. She was scanning the crowd, wondering who of interest would walk in tonight, if anyone. Still, it was Saturday, so that meant that, eventually, someone interesting would show their pretty face.
Brayden was, if nothing else, a Bale, through and through. Despite his panic at being eighteen years in the freakin' PAST, and the fact that he and the couple of his friends that all mysteriously poofed here yesterday were holed up in a hotel with nothing to do and nowhere to go... he knew one place that he could go to forget things for a while. Avarice. Music and hot bitches? Yes please. Plus, depending on HOW far back he'd been sent... maybe he'd get to see his father in action, in his PRIME. He sat at a table near the bar, wearing a black silk tshirt and blue jeans torn at the knee, with two fairly... trampy young things sitting around him, fake-laughing at every word the handsome young man said. Bray? Was DEFINITELY his father's son.
Please, Mere had BEEN Ben's prime. Then he settled down with Skylar. Plenty of hot to settle down with, don't get her wrong, but now Ben had resigned the crown of pussy hound. Still, this boy definitely caught her attention, and, while she didn't know him from Adam technically, he definitely looked familiar to her. With a smile, she made her way over to him. "Don't think I've seen YOU here before," she said, letting the glare of the fake laughers roll of her. Of course, with one slightly fanged grin to the both of them, they backed off quick. "And just where do you come from, darling?"
Oh. Oh HELL no. Brayden just started laughing, right then and there. The same woman who gave him his first Penthouse magazine was HITTING on him? They didn't write comedies this awesome. "You? Wouldn't believe me if I told you. You're Meredith Delany, right?"
"You'd be amazed at what I'd believe, handsome," she said to him, all but sitting in his lap at this point. As long as she didn't cross certain lines, and she certainly could defend herself against anyone who couldn't take NO for an answer, she could be flirty, yes? "And yes. Have me met?" Did she fuck him and forget? Doubted that highly.
"Well... we have and we haven't. Long story." And then, just because NOW he could say it without his mother, his father, or Mere herself smacking him in the head for it, "DAMN you're hot."
"Of course I am," Mere said with a slight wave of her hand. "There's no question of that. However, there is the question of how we might know each other. What's your name, handsome?"
"Name's Brayden." Yeah, he left his last name out for now. "Now... you honestly telling me of all the guys in this place, you honed in right on me?" He asked with a shit-eating grin that REALLY was like his father's. "Not that I blame you... I mean, I'm pretty bad-ass."
Brayden. Not a name she knew, but damn if he didn't have a familiar face. Oh well. "Maybe," she said coyly. "Besides, you're new, and new is interesting. We'll just have to learn how bad-ass you might be."
"This is so fucking awesome..." he laughed to himself. Had the others been hit on yet by someone who once babysat them? He doubted it severely. "Why I'm cockblocking myself so badly right now I may never know, but you should know my last name's Bale."
That actually didn't move her. What? There were hundreds of them, weren't there? Always coming in and making their presence known. "So? Like I haven't done a Bale before." And she wasn't doing anyone but Devon tonight! Maybe she should get off his lap.
"Very true. And suddenly, I'm totally getting D-... Ben's fondness for you. Totally." Because really... while he'd hung out with her in his time... Meredith and Flirty!Meredith were like two different people.
"Sky might have tamed him, but I was there for the twins," Mere said with a wicked grin. Those were fun times. Just going out and deciding who to sleep with before they even talked to them. And they were NEVER turned down. That had been fun.
"How he ever walked away form you I will NEVER know." Bray said with a bit of admiration. To say he was impressed? Was an understatement. And then it hit him. How to tell her who he was. "Hey... I'm not sure who knows what around here... but until a few weeks ago, did you know a girl named Bella?"
"Bella McConnell?" That caused her to pause. "Yeah, Slayer, future daughter of Pat and Skylar, dated some vampire dude, poofed back to the future?" If he wasn't a Bale, she wouldn't typically blab this much. However, if he was a Bale, he was in the know.
"Yeah. Well... I know her too. I sort of grew up with her, if that paints the picture of where I'm from a little better." He watched her, seeing if she put anything together in her head. From when he remembered her? She was smart... but had a tendency to be a little airheaded at times.
"OK..." Damn, she was sitting on Ben's kid's lap, wasn't she? Well, if Skylar found out about this...Mere was probably going to get a stake in the ass. Then again, she DID sleep with her first daughter (Ami, not Bella). Besides, Mere wasn't exactly known for her morality when she originally had a soul. So this? Didn't exactly bother her. "So, your like, Ben's kid from the future then? How did you get here?"
"You know... I have NO fucking idea." So. She wasn't moving from his lap, still? Swee-eeeet. "I just know I was talking to a couple of my friends, ok, and Courtney, and we all just suddenly appeared here. Like a flash."
"So, you gotta tell me, who reproduced and scared the world with their spawn?" Obviously not her, but she figured that Sky and Ben had an entire army of kids by that point.
"Dude. I've seen Back To The Future... what if I fuck everything up and like, Bif's my father now or something?" Whether he was kidding, or seriously concerned... he clearly didn't understand the concept that realy.... when he came here, he essentially entered another dimension. nothing he did or said here was going to affect where he was from.
"You're painfully a Bale, babe. Doubt that's gonna change," Mere said to him. "You're Ben all made over in a yummy teenaged version. I don't think letting me in on a few secrets is going to do anything. Remember, I'm a vampire. I can't reproduce."
"Fine. But if I get back to my time, and like... somehow I'm a moral family man or something, I'm gonna be WICKED pissed." He sighed, looking around to make sure nobody was paying attention to them. "Quite a few people you know now ended up with kids. I mean, I can tell you about a couple of the ones that poofed here with me if ya want..."
"That'll work," Mere told him. "And a child of Ben being a family man? That'll happen when I can tan again." Oh, she was dying to know who had turned all broody in the next eighteen years.
"I guess the main ones YOU need to know are Karissa, Kim, and Courtney." There were others, but at the time, his mun wasn't sure who all was being brought in. So suck it.
"Kariissa, Abigail, Courney, Kimberly, and Beatrice who?" Mere asked sweetly. "First names don't mean dick to me darling, unless they happen to be in Russian or something, because I only know one Russian chick."
Brayden tried, in his head, to figure out who Meredith really knew well. "Fair enough. Karissa Van Warren, she's the drummer in my band... you know her dad, Kevin."
"So, I'm guessing Kevin and Buffy then," Mere said. "Well, that's who he's with now. Did you know that Chloe and I would send him out for donuts when he had a huge crush on me back when we were in high school?" Juicy tidbit there of the life of Kevin.
"Yeah. Funny enough, she's way more like her aunt Chloe than her mother. She's hyper, kind of annoying, and easier than saying the alphabet." He smirked there, as if remembering something. "Best goddamn drummer I've EVER heard, though."
Mere snorted. "Then she's more like her aunt Chloe than you'd ever know," she pointed out. "Well, not technically...but nevermind. I can totally see the kid of Kevin being an awesome something in music, though. Not a freaking shock at all." A lightbulb went off in Mere's head. "Speaking of musical royalty, what do you play? You can't be a child of Sky and not do something."
"I sing. Can't play an instrument to save my goddamn life." He winked. "Besides. Singers get MAD pussy. Anyway... Abigail McConnell... jesus. Hottest chick you'll ever get annoyed by. I think you can guess who she's the product of."
"Pat and Patience." Them, breed? Another family that Mere wouldn't be shocked to hear that they had a full brood by now. "And singers do get mad pussy. You're on the right track there."
"I'd say Abbi's dad is SICK to be married, being the singer in a huge band like that, but damn. I've seen the ass HE'S tappin'. Nice." Yep. Class act, this kid was. Made Ben seem like a old-fashioned gentleman. "She's a cheerleader, Mere. A perky, giggly, everything-is-beautiful cheerleader."
"The kid of Patience is a cheerleaader?" Mere asked, wrinkling her nose. "Damn, that's just weird. And wait till you see Patience in her prime. Now that is fine ass to be tapping."
He just smirked, wondering if he should actually take a shot at that. Anyway. "Kimberly and Beatrice Bale, two of my cousins... Kim's Brandon's kid, and I never MET a chick that scares me more. She could kick the shit outta me and I ain't afraid to admit it. Bea's Bretton and Nevada's kid, and thankfully way more like her mom than her dad. She kinda reminds me of what I've heard my own mom was like when she was younger. Free-spirited, witty, and rocker-chic."
"Catherine named her kid Kimberly?" That was actually amusing. "She would have an ass beater kid. Kim's mom is a pure ass stomper and keeps her green hair in place. It's awesome. I've seen Bretton and Nevada's kid once so far, but she's like, tiny baby now." The last part caught her attention. "Did something happen to Sky, or is that something that I can't know in the past without Bif becoming your dad?"
"There's... stuff. With Bella. Mom's still great... but she doesn't really loosen up and enjoy life like she did when I was a kid." And he said no more. Not because he was afraid of ruining anything... but because he still privately HATED Bella for it, and didn't want to destroy his own night. "And last but DEFINITELY not least for you, is Courtney. I call her Killer Kowalski."
"Ash reproduced?" Why did that hurt more than she thought it would. Technically, it was bound to happen. "Really? OK, gotta know why she is called Killer Kowalski."
"You know Lucy Van Warren, right?" He asked, snickering.
"Duh," Mere said.
"Picture a little, tiny teenaged Lucy." Granted, Lucy was a teen NOW... but Bray was having issues remembering this shit right now. "Cute, petite, big blue eyes...." oh yes... he was setting this up like a damn punchline.
"So...Lucy as I know her now, sure," Mere said to him. Not that hard to picture at all, really.
"Right. Now give her Ash's disposition, penchant for black magic, and basically make her the most creepy and violent little bitch you can imagine." He grinned, giving her a moment to process that.
Mere snorted. "Then she's definitely the daughter of Ash then," she said to him. "That wouldn't be a shock to me at all, you know, in eighteen years."
"Oh. And if you really wanna laugh... just do the math. Killer's barely fourteen." In other words... someone was gonna be a teenaged mommy.
Mere's eyes widened, and then she just started laughing. "Damn, Ash got him some jailbait ass pregnant! That is awesome! I can't wait to see the fallout from that in a few years!"
"It's like some fine wine, girl. Just shut yer mouth, wait for it, and then enjoy the ensuing hilarity." Brayden was a prick and he knew it. But hey. Mere didn't seem tons better. "Besides. I'm the most awesome of the bunch anyway. I mean really."
Mere nodded, still giggling. Really, in some ways, Mere was still pure evil, and probably always will be. "You seem it," she said to him with a grin. "Then again, haven't met the others yet. Where they holing up at?"
"Got 'em at the Hilton up the road. Luckily I had some cash on me." Yeah. 'some cash' to a Bale was like most people's savings.
Mere nodded. "Gotta meet them soon," she said. She had to see the spawn of these people. Well, she would soon enough. "Dude, I'd ask what I'm up to in that time, but that's probably totally taboo to ask, isn't it?"
"I'll say one thing and one thing only." Winking, he gave her a playful slap on the ass. "You gave me my very first Penthouse."
"I'm amazed Ben didn't beat me to it," Mere said, laughing when he slapped her ass. "Then again, I probably did it when you were like, eight." Apparently gaining a soul didn't take away most of Mere's amorality.
"Nine, actually. But good call. If it helps...." Tell me this kid didn't have his dad's intuition? "As much as Killer's dad loves her mom... I think he's always had a thing for you."
Mere thought on that and nodded. "Your probably right," she said with a slight shrug. "Even so, Luce is the great love of his life. The light to his dark. The yadda to his yadda, you know? Can't compete with that, even if I am a fine piece of ass." She was curious as to whether she was still with Devon at that time (she figured she was), but figured it was another of those things she couldn't ask.
"Eh. The perky blonde types never did it for me. As Abbi unfortunately hasn't realized yet." Damn. That girl had it BAD for him.
"They can be fun...for a night," Mere said with a grin. "They're about as useful as Kleenexes, though. Use them and toss them in the trash."
"Now, redheads on the other hand... that's what I'M talkin' about." Considering his height and musculature, Brayden, to the casual observer, really didn't look seventeen.
"Redheads are fun," Mere said. "Don't overlook the brunettes, either. Blonds might have fun, but brunettes know how to get shit done."
"Case in point." He said, motioning to Meredith herself. "This shit's gonna get weird. I can feel it. All of our parents are gonna freak the fuck OUT. And face it, it's not like we can keep being here a secret from them for long."
"Nah, probably not," Mere said. "Most of them have ways of finding shit out whether you want them to or not." She finally slid off his lap. "The best thing to do at this point would be to find them and approach them yourselves. Most of them tend to get bitchy if they feel that they've been left out of the loop."
"Awww..." He grumbled as she slid off his lap. "I was just gonna ask you to wiggle a little bit." He grinned with a wink, as if not having heard a word she just said. He DID, of course... he just hated having to talk about serious things for very long.
She laughed. "You know, I work as a hostess for a strip club. If you want a cute girl to sit on your lap and wiggle, I can hook you up with the best of them."
"You kidding? From what I heard growing up, 'the best of them' just slid off my lap." Well. Seemed Ben passed his way with words on to his progeny as well.
"Well, I'm technically taken, sweetheart, so I wouldn't want to lead you on too bad," she pointed out to him with a grin. Once again, the need to ask about her future hit her, but she bit her tongue. Besides, he probably wouldn't even tell her, anyway.
"Well... then, I should get back to hittin' up the ladies that I might actually score with tonight." He grinned, already throwing a few looks towards a trashy little redhead in a short skirt.
Mere smirked. "You really are just like your father in his heyday," she said to him. "Hope you bag a good one, then."
"Please. Like shooting fish in a barrel." He rolled his eyes, as if that was the most ludicrous thing he could imagine.