Iris Dickinson (Formerly Iris Phillips McConnell) (telekeneticspaz) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-12 00:33:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | iris dickinson-lewis, pat mcconnell, place: la |
A Little Bit of Happy in All This Mess
Who: Iris and Pat
Where: Avarice
When: Thursday Night, Feb. 12
This had pretty much been the week from hell. Almost literally. Pat really wasn't close to Lucy Van Warren... but he knew her. She was a sweet kid. And more than anything... he loved her sister Chloe like she was family. And to Chloe... Lucy was her world. She loved her baby sister like most people only adored their best friends. It killed him to see her so torn up. And his brother-in-law, Ash... Poor Ash wouldn't even leave his HOUSE. So with Patience out trying to talk some sense into him, and possibly trying to talk to Chloe... Pat did what HE could do to help. He went to Avarice, to keep an eye out for his guitarist. Lexi Wilson. The girl was practically the third Van Warren sister... and as a recovering drug and alcohol abuser, he was terrified that her first instinct would be to come here and get loaded.
Iris wasn't sure why she had felt the need to go out tonight. With what was happening in their circle, she felt a little claustrophobic lately. She just felt the need to get away and maybe have a little fun. She felt horrible for Chloe about what happened to Lucy, but she wasn't close to her, so she didn't know how to react properly. When she saw Pat sitting at the bar, she walked over to him. "Messed up week, ain't it?" she asked him.
"Yeah... you could certainly say that. Patience is terrified... Ash is just NOT taking this well." He sighed, more afraid of what Ash was capable of than anything. "How're you?"
"I imagine that he's not," Iris said to him, flagging the bartender and ordering a bourbon on the rocks. Rough weeks call for rough drinks. Luckily, now she had the sense to call a damn taxi. "I'm doing OK. Just living life, mostly. What about you?"
"Just trying to help my wife keep my brother in law from falling apart." He scanned the bar again. "Ok... and trying to make sure one of my guitarists doesn't completely lose her shit again."
"Sounds easy enough," Iris said dryly. "Good luck with that." It wasn't even like Iris could offer to help. She didn't even KNOW most of these people. The best she could do was try to cheer Pat and Patience up at this point.
"Just... help me keep an eye out for Lexi. Hopefully Ginny's got her in good hands at home... but just in case... she's my friend. I can't just let her destroy herself." He realized as he said it that it was true: Lexi had gone beyond being a band member. When he placed his trust in her... they had truly become FRIENDS.
"OK," she said to him. She knew that he cared for Lexi, at least in a platonic way, so she'd help him keep an eye out for her as well. "So, has anything else happened in your life lately?"
"Just the usual stuff... helping keep Patience sane during the pregnancy, trying to help Jack find some way to keep a running log of all his conquests...." He snickered, loving the little jabs he and Jack always took at each other. "I never got to thank you, you know. For befriending Patience. And Gwen, for that matter."
"Well, I did it because I'm not exactly surrounded by friends, either, you know," Iris said. "Well, one of the reasons I did. They are also cool chicks who got screwed over in differing situations at different times." Possibly all by Skylar in some sort of way, but whatever. They all had that in common: Gwen got cheated on by her, she took Iris's husband, and the had a baby by Pat before Patience could. Did she NOT have a point?
"There's a lot of things in my life I'm thankful for, Iris. Obviously... getting Patience back is one of them. But right after that... even before the record contract, all of it... I'm thankful that through all the dumb mistakes we made... that you're still my best friend." He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a tender hug.
She hugged him back. "You just be glad that I like you enough not to wish you into an early grave or something," she pointed out to him. Really, she had every reason to hate him, but so didn't for some reason or another.
"What can I say? Maybe not as husband and wife... but as friends? We were meant to be, baby!" He laughed, knowing that yeah, while he'd ALWAYS be attracted to her (she WAS a damned gorgeous girl, after all), it was better this way... in that she understood him in a way no other friend, male or female, seemed to. Not even Jack really... GOT him like Iris seemed to.
But Jack didn't understand much more than how to get good poontang most of the time, so who could blame him for THAT? "Apparently so," she said to him with a grin.
"The boy scout still treatin' you well?" She knew he meant it sweetly... Jeremy just seemed... so gosh-shucks innocent at times, even though they both knew he wasn't.
"Well, I wouldn't be hanging around if he wasn't," she pointed out to him. She learned the first time around to not stick it out if things were going south. Because bad things like DEATH seemed to happen, you know?
"Well.... good. Then if nothing else, maybe ONE good thing came out of my doucheyness." He paused. "And that's not even a real word."
"That is so not a word," she said to him. "I was a teacher. I know that." No more, though. No, now she was a book seller. Still, something vaguely relating to her degree still.
"Hey. I was a teacher too, you know." He pointed out, laughing as most people had forgotten this fact. "....god that seems like an eternity ago."
"Yeah, about a hundred years ago," Iris pointed out to him. "More than long enough to forget how to use proper English and you know it."
"You know? You are SO mean. I think this Jeremy might be a bad influence on you." Then he paused, before giving a sigh. "Or more probably... my wife is."
She just smirked and shrugged at that. Really, who knew who was actually the bad influence on her at this rate. It was basically just no more Miss Nice Chick now, well, sometimes, anyway. Iris was still painfully nice to more people than probably deserved it. "Who can be sure?"
"Heh. You really are a good friend, babe. Don't ever let anyone change you." He just sat there with his arm around her, content in knowing that after everything THEY'D been through? There was NO fear of anyone thinking anything bad.