Skylar James Bale (socialiterocker) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-09 23:33:00 |
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Current location: | Saints & Sinners |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | ben bale, place: la, skylar james-bale |
Having Some Fun at Saints and Sinners
Who: Skylar and Ben
Where: Saints and Sinners
When: Tuesday, 3/9, Night
"No way those are real. I don't care WHAT she says. I'm just sayin'. That girl's gotta be sportin' more plastic than my Transformers collection." And yes, this WAS the kind of conversation Ben frequently had with his soon-to-be wife. Tonight, they were having a business-slash-date night, hanging out at Saints & Sinners, enjoying time together while trying to plan some band-related things at the same time. Ben was dressed down a little tonight, wearing faded jeans, black sneakers, and a Metallica tour shirt, and was sitting, as usual, in their private booth in the back of the club, on a slight rise, so it overlooked the rest of the floor
Skylar never dressed down. Unless she was sick, she was always dressed to perfection, in some way or another. Tonight she was wearing a pair of skinny blue jeans, a white tank top, and a shrunken black vest. Her hair had several colors in it tonight, blue and pink among them. `"Of course they're plastic," Skylar said to him. "A girl can always tell if another woman's breast are real or not."
"Luckily for her... blonde, fake, and ditzy is a turn-on for most men." He smirked, watching Ally do her thing for a couple of frat boys in the corner. "Of the girls we have? I'm thinking Eve and Deanna are much more my type."
"You would like the damn succubus," Skylar said with a slight roll of her eyes. Skylar could appreciate Deanna, though. At least she was all real, and wouldn't try to suck away your soul, or a part of it. "I have a preference to Sarah, actually."
"See... the part of me that grudgingly admits my uncle could tear me into at least fifty pieces in under two minutes prohibits me from commenting on Sarah any longer." Heh. Ben didn't fear much... but he knew not to piss off David. EVER.
Skylar smiled. "And that's just so adorable that I'm not even sure I can express it properly," she said to him. It actually was sweet that David seemed to have found someone that adored him for him, after all.
"Have you noticed that our lovable bouncer is absent tonight?" Ben snickered, rolling his eyes. "The big lug is so ecstatic about Lucy being back that he went to The Sugar Shack to see her. Can you just picture him barreling in there and scaring the SHIT out of everyone?"
She laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what's happening right now, actually," Skylar said to him. She could actually perfectly picture it, too, especially the part about him scaring the living daylights out of everyone.
He snaked an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him with no intent other than to merely have her closer to him, to have some kind of physical contact. He really, truly was addicted to her, like some kind of drug. "...Sure there's nothing I could do to get YOU up there sometime?"
"I'm more than willing to dance for you, Ben," Skylar said, cuddling up next to him. "But it's going to take a whole lot more liquor than I'm allowed to drink right now to convince me to do it in front of others."
"Hm. Well. I think we could make the trek here... a while before opening some night, just for that..." he said with a deviant little purr.
"Now *that* I'd be Ok with," Skylar said to him, nuzzling against his neck. "We should probably make that soon, unless you have some sort of pregnant woman fetish that I don't know about."
"More like I have a Skylar fetish." Sadly? He was right. "Whether you're like you are now... or whether you're nine months pregnant, 12 feet tall, cyborg, or legless... I'll always find you to be the hottest thing on the planet."
"I'd rather not be a cyborg or legless, although 12 feet tall would have its advantages," Skylar said with a grin.
"Do I even want to KNOW what these advantages might be? Aside from being able to bludgeon me into claiming I think Roth was better?" He asked with a smirk.
"Well, that IS one of them," Skylar said, still smirking at him. "Also, it's would be a great marketing gimmick."
"Very true. Although it could make sex with me far less satisfying..." He raised a brow. "And that would make BOTH of us very, very pouty."
"Hmm....very, very, true. And neither of us are very good to the world at large to be very pouty," Skylar said to him. "So, with Rachelle and Neely starting to plan their wedding, it's kind of gotten me in the mood for it again as well."
"Yes." He said, nodding as he watched one of the newer girls take the stage. "With everything going on: the recording, the tour planning, plus the deaths, resurrections, and now the drama with Meredith..." he left it at that, JUST in case she hadn't told Skylar about the whole 'her-being-human' thing yet. "It's been easy to get distracted. But we need to get this planned. I'm getting tired of waiting."
"What drama with Meredith?" That was something that she HADN'T heard about, actually. "What's happened now?" She had went and brought Lucy back to life, now what had she done? "And I'm tired of waiting, too."
"Alright. When you told me about Neely... I kept my mouth shut. Now you need to do the same." The look on his face said it all: he MEANT this. He loved Skylar, but no way was he going to ever intentionally hurt Meredith's feelings.
She nodded. "Of course I'll keep it to myself. I know how to keep a secret." Apparently this was something big.
"When she did... whatever the hell she did to keep that little shit from offing himself... he let go of all the magic he was building up, that he was going to use to change everything... and changed HER by accident." He grinned, as something good seemed to finally happen for MERE. "Somehow... he made her human again."
"Really?" Well, that was a surprise. "How did she take that?" She had thought that Mere liked being a vampire, but Mere was always good at hiding certain things about herself, at least for a good long while, anyway.
"Well, we only talked over the phone, but... she sounded like herself again. And you know what I mean." Deep down, Ben knew they all missed the girl Meredith had been before being changed.
Skylar nodded. "Well, we need to actually get to see her in person again soon," Skylar said. "How is she doing with Lucy back around again? Did she give any hint as to that?"
"She... stayed oddly quiet when I asked about that. But she sounded ok. And face it..." He snorted. "Our Meredith is a lot of things, but a good actress has never been one of them."
Skylar laughed and nodded. "That's true. As long as she sounded OK, then she probably is," she said. Now, for Meredith to be quiet on something was...interesting, but it was better to just let the matter drop instead of pushing it further.
"Have you even had a chance to tell her our... news yet?" He grinned at the word 'news'... truth be told, he'd been all ear-to-ear grins ever since she'd told him.
"Not really, no," Skylar admitted. She really hadn't been able to tell anyone much of anything as of yet. "I'm planning on doing it soon, though. I'm also kind of waiting till the next doctor's appointment, too. You know, making sure that nothing...well, happens." She didn't expect it to, but better safe than sorry.
"I've kept my mouth shut. I've been dying to tell Bronte and Bretton... and obviously Neely. But I'm respecting your wishes and waiting until you're ready to tell everyone." Because really... people were finally over demonizing them for being together... who knew if this was going to restart the shitstorm?
Skylar didn't really think that anyone was going to flip their lid, but who really knew about that, either. She was just sure that she wanted to absolutely positive that the baby was healthy before telling anyone. "We can go ahead and tell them. They're family. I just don't want to make a BIG announcement until a few more weeks, at least."
"You know..." he turned, giving Skylar his full attention now, as he paused for a few moments to just... gaze into her eyes. "I'd give anything, to just for one day, allow you to understand even partially just how madly, painfully in love with you I am... you really are my everything."
"You're my everything, too, Ben," she said to him. Of course, she loved him, but it seemed that his love was just on a completely different level or something. "I do understand," she said to him.
"Nobody can believe that I stay faithful, that this must be some huge thing for me..." He'd never REALLY explained this part, not even to her. "What nobody understands is that this isn't some chore for me. It's not something I have to TRY to do. Compared to you... other women just don't have much appeal to me anymore."
She smiled at him. "See, I get that. I know that it's not like you are fighting some addiction or anything and constantly struggling against not sleeping with other women. Who cares what other people think about it?"
"Please. This is me. Outside of my family, you're the only person who's opinion matters to me." Then, after a beat, "Although... your dubious views on Van Halen do occasionally make me question my logic there."
She snorted. "Stop worrying about my damn views of Van Halen or Van Hagar!" she said with a laugh. "As the mother of your future children, there are far more important things to care about." Although she couldn't help but be curious about about what her children's views on this would be.
"Stop worrying. I can't help it." He said with a dramatic sigh. "I mean, you're gorgeous, and amazing in bed... yet I can't help but wonder about your mental facilities when we have this debate! Next thing you know you're gonna start telling me Black Sabbath was better with Ronnie James Dio."
She looked at him like he had grown a second head. "Are you trying to tell me that Sabbath was less that outstanding, especially compared to a tiny little man?"
"Now come on, there can't even be a debate here. Outside of 'Rainbow in the Dark' and 'Holy Diver', Dio's entire career has been overstated and overblown." Anyone who knew them would be snickering right now. These meaningless, silly debates nearly always led to hilariously wild, random sexings, usually in odd and unusual places.
"Oh thank GOD!" Skylar said with a sigh of relief. At least now she wouldn't have to send him for reprogramming somewhere. She could live with his love of Sammy Hagar, but she might go mad if he were a Dio fan as well.
"Some things just shouldn't happen. Dio and Ripper Owens having careers are merely two of them." He said, with all the finality one would expect of him feeling so strongly about something. "Hm. Maybe I should tack a 'no-Dio' rule onto the dancers, too."
She laughed. "I think that will be a much easier rule to enforce than the 'No Roth' rule that you have," Skylar pointed out. A lot of girls apparently danced to 'Hot for Teacher' at one point or another. "I'm this close to asking Broken Sunrise to cover 'Hot for Teacher', sell us the rights to use it, just to get the dancers to shut up. Mere complains no end about the girls griping over that."
"Hey! I never ONCE said they can't use that goddamn song!" Ben yelled with a laugh. "There's a perfectly good live version of it on one of the bootlegs I have with Hagar singing it. Nothing wrong with THAT."
"Yeah, well, apparently that doesn't seem to cut it for them," Skylar pointed out more than a little smugly. Hey, it was funny to her.
"Well... strippers aren't exactly known for their brains." Ouch! "I mean, I don't see Ally moonlighting as a lawyer, or Deanna offering advice on real estate." Then, just because he's a dick, "Hell, I don't see Deanna offering advice on basic arithmetic."
She slapped him on the shoulder. "Well, you go say that in front of David about his new girlfriend and see how long you live." Of course, Sarah at least moonlighted as a tattoo artist as well. She just didn't seem to make enough money at it to do it alone, or something.
"Sure, come to their defense..." He said with a snarky laugh. "I'll be waiting to see you go to ANY of them the next time you need advice on your path in life."
"But I'm on my right path in life," she said to him matter of factly, leaning up and kissing him quickly. "I thought you already knew that."
Dammit. That shut him up DAMN fast. Skylar - 1, Ben - 0. "I'm sorry... wh-what were we talking about?"
She smiled up at him and shrugged. "Does it really matter?" she asked him.
"...this is where we stumble out for a random gropefest somewhere in the club, isn't it?" He asked with that damned smirk that he knew she'd fluttered a little for LONG before she ever admitted it.
"I think it's about time for it, yes," she said to him, still smiling. "I'm sure the club can run itself for a little while, anyway."