Baily Bale (baily_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-25 21:42:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | baily bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Trying to Bond
Who: Rachelle & Baily
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday night, 2/24
Rachelle and Neely's weekend trip to Toronto was eye-opening in many ways. Not only did Rachelle finally REALLY realize just how much Neely loved her, but she realized that she needed to get to know her future in-laws better. Not just Ben and Dave. So... she figured Baily would be a safe place to start. The girl seemed cool, and always seemed to be around Avarice, so... it wasn't like she'd have to look far. Wearing tight black jeans with ripped knees, knee-high Doc Martens, and (more for comedy effect) a Boston Bruins jersey with the number 8 and "NEELY" on the back, the bassist made her way in, nodding to a few people she knew and.... just sort of took a long look around.
Baily had, as usual, just finished up her session in the DJ booth. She seemed to have on nearly every night, but that was sort of how she had set it up, after all. She liked it that way. When she spotted Rachelle, she started making her way over. Sure, she didn't exactly *know* the girl or anything, but maybe it was about time, wasn't it? It seemed that her and Neely were attached at the hip again, so why not? "Hey," she said as she reached Rachelle.
"Hey. Just the gal I was lookin' for, actually." She said with a little sideways grin, crossing her arms. "Me and Neels just got back from Canada, actually. We... wow. Neely took me there for a little vacation, and... we came back with a lot to tell."
"So, why go on vacation to Canada?" Sure, LA already had beaches, but CANADA? Their flag is a fucking leaf! How lame is that? Anyways...."So, how was the vacay?"
"It was amazing, really..." Rachelle, usually the snarky, wise-cracking, tomboyish one... was actually a little giggly. "She took me to see my favorite hockey team... and we stayed at a CASTLE..." really, how else could one expect Rachelle to do this? "And so now I figured I should come get to know you all better since, OH YEAH, she asked me to MARRY HER..."
Baily's face just sort of froze in mid grin as Rachelle was talking, because she mentioned the words 'Neely' and 'married' in the same sentence. "Wait...what? Did she really?"
Rachelle just waved her hand in Baily's face as if saying 'kiss the ring, bitch!'. "My guess is she was hit in the head, went mildly retarded, and forgot how much ass she can easily get without being tied down to me. But yeah. She did. And I obviously said yes. So...." She made a face there. "Now that I know what y'all are... I'm hoping you think I'm at laest moderately cool and accept this? Because I really don't wanna be ripped apart by a bunch of freakin' wolves."
As to the explanation as to why Neely proposed, Baily merely shrugged and said, "Maybe." As for the wolf part? "Well, I wasn't planning on ripping you apart, so we're cool there."
"I guess... is there any chance you guys are gonna take this seriously? Try to get to know me?" She seemed legitimately concerned here. "You know... not basically treat this like some joke, or like Neely just temporarily losing her mind?"
"Technically, if I can let a guy move in with me, then all things are possible," Baily pointed out. "You're the one who started the 'Neely must have went retarded' part, you know?" Once again, Baily gave a slight shrug. "I'm cool with getting to know you, though. There really shouldn't be anyone who won't be, you know, unless you're my parents. They aren't too welcoming." She grinned. "But they don't live here, so you won't have to worry about them!"
"Sweet..." The redhead smirked, now wanting to ruin the moment of slight bonding by asking what the HELL she saw in her new buddy Gwen (hey, word spreads around quick in these circles), "So seriously, I never got the guts to ask Neels about this... how does the werewolf thing work? Do y'all control it? Or like, howl at the moon and shit?"
"Well, we *can* howl at the moon," Baily said, "you know, if the urge hits or whatever. We control it, though. We don't necessarily change during the full moon, and we don't loose control when we do change." Hell, someone had to inform her, after all.
"Thank GOD. So no worries about having to lock her in a cage, throw in a bowl of Puppy Chow, nothing like that?" She wasn't trying to be insulting.... she just had NO idea. And any time she'd thought of bringing it up to Neely, well... usually they just ended up having sex.
"Nope, no Puppy Chow," Baily said simply. "That stuff smells like ass, so I don't want to even think about how it would taste."
"So I hear that my little display of pugilism actually endeared me to most of your family..." Chelle snickered, still looking a tad embarrassed about that.
"Well, it showed that you were willing to stand up for what is yours, which is actually a lot like the rest of us, in some shape or form." Oh, if some chick macked on Baily's man? They wouldn't find the body after she was done.
"I guess... for what it's worth, if it helps you guys accept me more... I love Neely. No matter how many immature, no-thinking decisions she might make... she's all I want, ya know?"
"Well, I believe that you showed that you loved her by kicking that other girl's ass, but that's just me," Baily said. Baily still was a territorial animal, after all. "It's good that you love her, though, even with her occasional idiocy about not seeing what's she's got is plenty great." Which was about as close to a compliment as Baily was going to get. So take it and be happy.
Wow. Rachelle actually DID take that as quite the compliment. Despite having grown into her body quite well, the redhead still saw herself as an awkward tomboy now and then, which made comments like that, well.. pretty awesome. "For the record? Seriously. Every damn ONE of you is like, ridiculously good-looking. I mean it.."
"Well, something had to make up for the occasional asshole gene," Baily joked. All of them had their moments at some point or another. She was just sure that Bretton hid it, or took pills to make it go away. Something had to explain why he was so damn normal.
"So I guess this is my shitty little attempt at, you know, bonding or something. Because you're one of the ones that seemed like I could relate to." Again, this was why Rachelle would never have a career in public or motivational speaking.
"Bonding is good," Baily said to her. It seemed like everyone thought that they could bond with the territorial lycanthrope. Why was that again?
"Plus, I figured if you can bond with MORRISON of all people, I gotta be a goddamn shoe-in, you know?" Was she teasing? Being bitchy? Somehow, it allll blended in with Rachelle.
"Everyone deserves a fair shot," Baily said to her simply. "Even if they made a few mistakes." Both Skylar and Gwen made mistakes, huge ones even. So, Baily was the one who was actually giving them all a chance. Kind of weird, but whatever worked.
"Ten bucks says she tries to get you in bed within a month. Just sayin'." She snickered, before changing the subject. "So anyway... guess I was just hoping we could like... get to know each other soon. You know, be all family and shit."
"She already offered, but I'm a one person type of gal," Baily went ahead and said to her with a grin. Notice how she didn't say that she was a one man kind of gal, but that was a different story. "I'm cool with getting to know one another, though. Come to the bar and let me get you a free beer." What, Baily pay for beer here? As if! Perks of being a member of the family, as Neely would learn soon enough.
"Free beer? Damn. I like you already, girl." Chelle snorted with a laugh, following Baily to the bar.