Isabella Margaret Delallo (bad_ass_babe) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-15 16:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabella delallo, place: la, ~meeghan gregory |
Where Isabella Realises Certain Things...
Who: Isabella and Meeghan
Where: Phoneland
When: Wednesday, February 3rd (Backdated -- Yeah, it took us a while)
While it didn’t seem appropriate to ask at the time, Isabella wanted to know why the bitchy redhead decided to lay the smackdown on Meeghan at Club L.A. on Sunday. Of course, it didn’t take much of an imagination to reach a logical conclusion, but … she’d rather hear for herself then make assumptions. So, she picked up the phone and dialled Meeghan’s number as she twirled a pencil absently between her fingers.
Meeghan was just lugging a basketful of folded laundry back up to her apartment from the laundry room when she caught the sound of the phone ringing on the other side of the door. It seemed, as it usually does when your in a rush to get something open, that Meegs had a little bit of difficulty in quickly sliding the key into the lock of her door after the basket had been set to the floor. Needless to say it wasn't until after like the fourth or fifth ring that Meeghan was able to pick up the phone. "Hello?"
Isabella smiled at the sound of Meeghan’s voice, and then frowned. She shouldn’t be so attached to the girl, should she? Especially since… well, she shouldn’t make assumptions, but Meeghan had basically said that what they had was nothing more than casual. "It’s Isabella," she said as she flopped down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.
"Hey." Meeghan answered with a smile that could be heard in the girl's voice. "How's it going?" To say Meeghan was glad to be hearing from Isabella might be understating things slightly. Right now the woman seemed to be her only friend since her altercation with Neely's girlfriend. And it was a friend that Meeghan could really use at the moment.
"Ah, I’ve had better days," Isabella murmured. Yeah, there was that little depressive turn of hers again, although she tried not to linger on it in the conversation. "How about you? How’s your face?" She winced, figuring she could have worded that better.
"Better then it was, the discoloration on my cheek is starting to fade." And it was at that moment that Meeghan instinctively reached up to brush her fingers ever so slightly over the bruised area. "How is it you always seem to come to my aid." In all the excitement Meeghan somehow didn't quite get to thanking the other woman for her assistance, again.
"I was a little late this time, don’t you think?" Isabella replied, raising an eyebrow. Imagine if she’d been any later what Rachelle would have done to Meeghan then. …She 'hrmh'd thoughtfully and rolled to her side, still absently toying with that pencil. "Why did she hit you, exactly?" Well, no sense beating around the bush, huh?
"Apparently because the bitch's girlfriend came onto me at my apartment and I kissed her." That was the only reason Meeghan could think of for the attack on her at Club L.A. She hadn't spoken to Neely since the other girl showed up at her apartment, and frankly Meeghan didn't plan on talking to the blonde anytime in the near future, heck she might not be wanting to speak to her in the far future either.
"That’s a bit of an extreme reaction for a kiss," Isabella murmured. Of course, she felt a tinge of jealousy… but she left it buried deep inside, since right now she couldn’t decide what she wanted from Meeghan, if anything. "Did you press charges?" She hoped Meeghan did. It wasn’t enough that she had a stalker, but to be physically assaulted, too? That was a bit much.
"Yeah, one of the cops came back later that night to get my side of things and asked if I wanted charges pressed against my assaulter. He filled out all the paperwork." It had been after Isabella had left the club and the sound system had been fixed and was working properly again. Though her cheek hurt like hell Meeghan toughed it out, with a little bit of help from a couple aspirin, and stayed to perform for what was left of the night.
Grumble. This whole conversation was making Isabella angry, and … mildly uncomfortable. She changed position on the couch yet again, losing her pencil to gravity, and faced the back of the couch. Ahh, nice and dark there. Just like her mood. "Good. Hopefully she’ll stay away." And the girl she kissed, too, come to think of it, but … Isabella didn’t mention that. "Are you busy?"
"Not at the moment. Just got done with my wash when you called, so the rest of my afternoon is pretty much wide open." Now that Isa had brought it up Meegs was hoping she'd say she'd come over or at least mention that they get out and do something. Be better then sulking around the apartment the rest of the day.
Isabella absently picked at the fabric of the couch while Meeghan talked, not liking the fact that she was brooding over the girl she was currently talking to. Although an idea did come to mind that appealed, "Would you be opposed to copious amounts of alcohol? And potentially terrible Chinese food?"
"If it's at your place, not at all." Meeghan responded. As long as it wasn't going to happen at her own place Meeg could indulge in hard liquor and bad food. She knew she needed to get out and Isa's place would be as good as any.
One of Isabella’s eyebrows shot up. She’d moved in a couple of weeks ago into a small apartment with all the usual fittings, refrigerator, couch, bed… but she hadn’t really done much. Boxes were still scattered messily about the place, although she did have clear pathways that lead to the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, so… there was that, at least. "Tell you what. I’ll provide us with the beverages and entertainment, and you find us something to eat. Deal?"
"Deal." Meeghan agreed. Providing food, as bad as it might be, was the least she could do as it really wasn't a good thing to consume any amount of alcohol on an empty stomach. "Give me about an hour?" Meeghan requested as that would allot her enough time to get the basket of washed clothes put away and get the Chinese take-out before actually making it over to Isabella's place.
"Sounds good to me," Isabella murmured, before rattling off the address, since Meeghan hadn’t been there before, "I’ll see you soon," she added, before disconnecting. She didn’t worry about tidying the place up, since it was always going to be in a state of disarray, in her opinion. Instead, she went to the nearest liquor store and picked up a few bottles, and then the movie store, to rent some… really horrible movies, coming back to the apartment no more than twenty minutes later.
By the time Meegs had finished with her laundry, changed into her favorite and most comfortable pair of jeans, which were faded and slightly torn at the knees, and black tee that had a graphic of a gray skull plastered across the front, and picked up the Chinese it was close to an hour later by the time she found herself knocking at Isabella's door.
Isabella smiled faintly at the knock, and, in a pair of faded jeans of her own and a white t-shirt (without a bra), she opened the door, stepping aside to allow Meeghan to enter but cautious enough not to invite her inside. "I’m glad you came," she murmured. And she was.
"Not going to invite me in?" The ebony haired younger woman teased with a light smile as she stepped past Isa into the woman's home carrying two plastic bags of Chinese carry-out.
Observant, wasn’t she? Isabella chucked and rolled her eyes, since it wasn’t just Meeghan’s looks she was interested in, and closed the door behind the girl. "So, what did you get?"
"Well," Meeghan managed to make her way toward the kitchen without tripping or bumping into the scattering of boxes the other woman had around the place, "I really wasn't sure what you might like so I kind of went overboard," Meeg grinned sheepishly while setting the bag on the table. "We have chicken lo mien, some sweet sour pork, moo goo gai pan, and some General Tso's shrimp." Meeghan rattling everything off as she pulled the cartons from the bags and set them on the table top.
"I see that," Isabella chuckled, before pulling out plates and cutlery. "There’s beer in the fridge. I figure we’d hit the harder stuff after we eat." Since getting plastered on an empty stomach wasn’t something she planned to do. "Thanks for this," she murmured. She was grateful for the company, even if she was miserable about Meeghan in the first place.
"Hey, it beats sitting around the apartment doing really not much of anything." Meeghan responded as she made tracks for the fridge to collect a couple beers for them both.
Suddenly feeling ravenous, Isabella put a bit of everything on her plate and did the same for Meeghan, with a teasing smirk on her face, as if daring her not to eat it all. "So, tell me. Do you like Schwarzenegger movies?" Yes, that's right. She rented some classics.
"If you got T-2, then hell yes." Meegs grinned to Isabella when she reached the table again and placed the beers down. She wasn't all that big of a fan of Schwarzenegger, but he did make the first movie enjoyable. The second? Well, for Meeghan the very buff Linda Hamilton had been more the draw for that movie then The Arnold himself.
Isabella actually smiled at that, since she was fairly certain what the appeal of T-2 was. She popped open her beer and took a swig, before carrying her plate of food and said beer into the living area. She set the food down on the coffee table, and put the tape in the player, before sitting back on the couch. "T-2 it is."
Meeghan followed the older woman into the living room with her beer and plate of Chinese, setting the food and drink on the table before the ebon haired singer plopped herself down on the sofa all set now to watch the sci-fi/action flick.
The Watcher smirked at the musician before helping herself to some dinner, it was... surprisingly better than she expected, since she used the term 'horrible' at some point, but she wasn't about to complain, either. She leaned back against the couch and, despite her previous mood, chuckled: "We should have a drinking game... Every time someone uses dry humour, or ... something."
"Why Isabella are you contemplating getting me drunk so you can have your way and do naughty things to me?" The ebony haired singer asked with a glance and smirk given to the woman.
"Would I really need to get you drunk for that?" Isabella replied quickly, raising an eyebrow and trying not to smirk at the younger woman. Trying, and failing.
"You wouldn't need to get a single drop in me for that." Meeghan flashed a grin and a wink the other woman's way.
"Good," Isabella murmured, her eyes crinkling when she smiled. She didn't think she was much of a smiler, but with Meeghan, it came easily. She didn't dwell on that thought for long, however, and soon leaned back against the couch to enjoy the rest of the Linda Hamilton goodness.