Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-01 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | chloe van warren, neely bale, place: la |
Making a friend!
Who: Neely and Chloe
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Sunday, Feb. 28th
Neely had a sugar-slash-coffee craving early in the morning, and while she could have made her own at home, it was the sort of craving that only the Sugar Shack could really cure. So, she went, taking her work with her. She was currently sitting at one of the tables, papers scattered in front of her, drumming her fingers absently on the table ... Hrmh, maybe she should move her piano into the apartment? Give her something else to occupy her busy fingers with... Ahem. She was currently wearing a black mini-skirt with a white dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves and open at the cleavage, and since she was feeling particularly lazy today, she didn't brush her hair after her shower, so it had a dreaded look to it.
Chloe sort of winced when she saw Neely walk in. She wanted to get to know the girl better, especially since she meant so much to Rachelle. Wearing a white and gold Prada miniskirt ensemble, with pumps that made her legs literally look never-ending, the hyperactive drummer strode over to Neely's table, and looked down at her. "So... you're Neely Bale, huh?"
Neely’s eyes travelled up those legs slowly (What? She couldn't look?), and she gave Chloe a lazy smile, since she sure as hell knew who she was. "Ya huh."
"Mind if I have a seat? Of course ya don't. Since it's my SHOP after all." With a shitty little smirk, she sat down across from the other blonde, tapping her foot lightly. "So... I'm to understand you dont really know many girls around here yet. At least, ones you don't formerly know on a biblical basis. So lemme give you ONE warning, then we're gonna get to know each other. As far as I'm concerned? Rachelle is the only sister I have left. And alllll the protection I'd be giving Lucy if she were here? I'm giving Chelle now. So if you ever even THINK about hurting her again? I'll get every single witch I know to band together and hex you so bad you'll have bad luck until you're 130 years old. Got it?"
Neely blinked a couple of times, since that was a lot to take in, but ... she nodded slowly. "Got it. I'll be good." She cutely gave the girl scouts salute.
"Good. Because you seem nice. And kinda spazzy and hyper. And I think we'd get along well, and I'd hate to have to ruin it by having you killed." The best part? She said that all with just about the cutest, sweetest tone imaginable.
Ooooh, wow. Neely just realised that her actions didn't just affect her and Rachelle anymore. They affected everyone they knew. Jesus, she could be a little slow sometimes, huh? She smiled lopsidedly, "I kinda prefer living..."
"Good." Now? It was time to be the Chloe everyone knew and loved. The silly, loving one. "I don't mean to sound like a beeyotch, ya know? But seriously... I love Rachelle. And Lucy... kinda idolized her in a way. And I feel like I need to look out for her now. And I've never, in the 11 years I've known her, seen Rachelle this... in love with anyone."
Neely nodded slowly, "You don't need to ... look out for her... uhm, I mean, I won't do anything to hurt her. Not ever again. She means the world to me, Chloe." Well, duh. You didn't ask someone to marry you if you didn't love them entirely, after all.
"So how's the job working for Ben going? If you need me for any kind of press junk, or interviews, let me know. I know a lot's been going on, but... I'm always available." She smiled sweetly, before literally losing her train of thought and grabbing a HUGE chocolate donut from a tray Mouse was carrying past. "SUGAR! CONSUME!"
Yeeeeah, Neely had been in the middle of trying to take a sip of her iced coffee and practically choked on it then. Splutter, splutter. After a minute, she grinned: "Actually, yeah. There are a couple of interviews coming up. I, uhm... Chicky on the radio says she wants to talk to you. I asked for her number, but apparently you already have it?" She smirked then.
"Oh, Kayla! Isn't she the most ADORABLE thing?" Ok, so 'delicious' was more like it, but Chloe censored herself. Taken, after all! "Yeah, we're all gonna be starting interviews soon, and we just started recording for the album, so that will be in the near future too..."
"Adorable's not the word I would use," Neely joked. Too soon since the death threat, maybe? Too soon. She groaned and rubbed her eyebrows thoughtfully. Clearly someone was a little stressed about having to do actual work. Go figure. "...And then touring. Hrmh. Should 'Chelle and I get married before, or after? We haven't set a date yet." Gah, she had to plan a wedding, too. Poor stressed little Neely.
"I don't care when ya get married. Just as long as you got yer little mating dances out of your system already." She snickered, and gave Neely that look that said, 'neither of us are admitting it, but we'd both do horrifyingly impure things to Kayla'. How silly, that THAT was becoming the first thing they bonded over?
"She's the only one I wanna mate with," Neely paused and thought about that, "Okay, mate isn't the right word, but you know what I mean." She smirked and nodded in silent agreement to Chloe's thought. Of course, if she was single, she'd have tapped that already. Buuuuut impure thoughts were okay, since she sure as hell wasn't going to make the same mistake twice (we hope). "So! There's that."
Finally? CHLOE was the one to break the silence. "Ok, fine. We ALL look." She burst out laughing. "Yes, Kayla's a major RoboBabe. But I'd never hurt my Nica. Never-ever."
Neely laughed and shook her head, "God yes, she really is. Allllthough what you've got right now is plenty hotness." Neely nodded sternly. Clearly there was no denying that.
"Oh, hell yes. My Nica is VERY nice on the eyes. And YOU'VE only seen her fully clothed. Chew on THAT." Oh, the impish little grin that came there. "I totally have one up on you, because I've been in locker rooms with Rachelle. So there."
"You bitch," Neely laughed. She thought about what Rachelle said about Chloe in a bathing suit... dammit, that was just a cruel random distracting thought.
"Fear not, cutie. As I said: Rachelle's like a sister to me. So no worries there. Want some sugary goodness? On the house?" Yeah, this was Chloe's version of offering the proverbial peace-pipe. "You seem totally cool. Like, not just in a not-hard-on-the-eyes way."
Well, with a sentence like that, how could a girl refuse? Neely grinned, "That would be great, actually. ... I'm addicted to this place," she admitted. "...And maybe you're cool, too. Maybe." She poked her tongue out. Oh yes, this was Neely trying to bond. What a goof.
"Oh, Ninja please. I'm TOTALLY cool. Like the other side of the pillow. Which granted isn't really all that cool in my place because I tend to keep the A/C down more than I probably should and then Nica and Kevin and anyone else around end up complaining because it gets WAY too warm and I'm just babbling now."
"You really are," Neely agreed. "But at least now I can honestly say I witnessed a Chloe-babble. I think that's one thing I can check off my to-do list," she teased. Okay, so this was fun. And look! A person she wasn't going to sleep with, or have the random urge to do horrible things to! That was always a good thing.
Oh, now, on Chloe's part? The URGE was there, yeah. She couldn't help it... pre-Nica? Chloe wasn't the most virginal chica out there. And hell, Neely was HOT. Luckily, she'd gotten great at controlling urges. "They're really not too rare. If we ever get around to that interview you're prolly gonna hear at least three right there."
"You mean if you ever get around to calling her," Neely teased, poking out her tongue. She didn't push it, though. Instead, she sighed and dragged her fingers through her hair. "I'm starting to think all this work is making an adult out of me."
"I'MA CALL HER!" Chloe yelled with a laugh. "Trying to make sure when I do, it's professional and not all 'OH HAY I'M UNDRESSING YOU WITH MY MIND', ya know???"
Neely laughed and raised that slender eyebrow of hers, "Yeeeeeah. Good luck with that."
"Thank ya muchly. As it is, the fact that you belong to Rachelle is abouuuut the only reason I ain't flirtin' up a storm NOW. Only reason I don't feel bad is cuz Nica flirts as much as I do." She snickered, rolling her eyes. "As long as neither of us DOES anything about it? No harm no foul."
"That's a good philosophy. Not sure I could stick to it, though. Flirting for me always led to other things. Always. Doing that now is like... giving an alcoholic access to a warehouse full of booze, y'know? Sooo I don't do that now. Impure thoughts are fine, but... yeah, I think there's a phrase that works really well for me. 'Pussy whipped'."
"Well, don't say that to Chelle. She might enjoy the 'whipped' part of it too much." She snickered, remembering some of the talks they'd had about things they each liked.
Neely bit her lip and blushed, thinking of the things she had done to Rachelle. None, however, involved whips... but damn Chloe for giving her the idea. "She would," she agreed simply, wondering why she said that.
"So yeah. I'm thinking you need to come to the house sometime. With or without Chelle, up to you. Just hang with us. We can watch videos, go swimming, anything you want." Chloe blushed as she admitted it, "It occured to me that I dont really have many close friends anymore, that arent work related."
Bathing suit, bathing suit, bathing suit... damn it. "Videos would be cool. And hey, it's not exactly like I have any friends, and the one I did have? Kinda not talking to me anymore. Of course, I can understand why." Clearly, she was still a liiiiittle sour about that. She'd been toying with the idea of talking to the girl herself lately, but... was that really the world's smartest idea? Anyway! Back on topic. "But! That would be great."
"Yep! Just don't try to lay one on me and we should be fine. Cuz I don't want Ivan Drago with boobs beltin' me in the mouth." She laughed and pictured Rachelle throwing punches again.
"Promise. You're in my 'no touching' zone. Along with the... rest of the population. Well, half of it, anyway, the other half I wouldn't want to touch,” she joked, poking out her tongue at her fellow blonde.