Talia Andromeda Portman (my_stars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-18 09:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | bette matthews, place: la, talia portman |
Wherein Bette and Talia meet...
Who: Bette and Talia
When: Wednesday, March 17th
Where: Shooting Star Comics
Humming a little to herself, Bette started to stock some of new trade paperbacks that Cassie had ordered, grumbling to herself in that sarcastic-sounding voice with a roll of her eyes as she looked in one of the boxes. "Jesus, Cass.... order enough copies of Watchmen? I think Alan Moore owes you a share of royalties now, girl.... damn." Stooping down to pick a few out of the box, the curvy blonde pursed her full lips together; brushing her hands down the back of the gray jeans she wore, Batgirl t-shirt clinging in all the right places.
Talia liked to read comics, anything that took her out of the world, at least for a little while, she was grateful for… and comics seemed to fit the bill for her perfectly. That, and she couldn’t get enough of the X-Men, and so, she made her way into the shop wearing a chocolate Theobromine molecule (aka, the thing in chocolate that makes you happy) t-shirt and form-fitting blue jeans. Her long blonde hair was loose over her shoulders, and had beautiful streaks of pink and blue in them. She’d caught the tail end of what Bette had said when she walked in and giggled.
"Ya know... I hear giggling, and giggling when I'm about ready to drown in copies of the most overrated comic book in HISTORY is not cool." That was the maddening thing about Bette: it was nigh impossible to tell if she was serious or playing. She turned around, looking at the girl behind her. "Can I get you anything?"
"No, not really," Talia replied, honest as always. "Although I could stand to hear you grumbling some more." Since she just found that highly amusing.
"Grumbling? This isn't grumbling. This is my sister apparently losing her mind and deciding that apparently our store needs enough copies of Alan Moore's 'masterpiece' to mortar a friggin' HOUSE with." Yeah. Because this wasn't grumbling. Nope. Not at all. "So, do you frequently go to stores just to hear people bitch?"
"Actually, no. That's just an added bonus," Talia teased, sort of just... ambling around. "I actually came for something new to read... but I think I'll give Alan Moore a wide berth, unless you grumble some more about it, in which case, I might have to," she giggled. Wow, Talia in a talkative mood, this was something to be frightened of.
"Eh. It's not that this is BAD..." She held one of the myriad copies of Watchmen up, "But it's.... I dunno. I feel like just because something is unique and intelligent, people have to make it out to be the greatest thing since sex."
"Ahh, overhyped. That's the trouble, though. One person says it's good, then suddenly everyone says it," Talia murmured, leaning over to inspect one of the shelves curiously. Random conversations? Why not!
"Trust me. If you really want something good, go grab the trades of Knightfall." Yeah, this was Bette giving good, friendly advice. "Bane becomes the biggest bad-ass in history by making Batman his BITCH. If you can't enjoy that one you got no business being in my store."
Talia laughed, "I would probably buy that. How many people can honestly say that it's not one of their fantasies? I'm a Marvel girl, though. Through and through. I'm all about the ‘snick snick' of it all." She randomly flailed her arms around, doing her best imitation of Wolverine.
"Hey. Any dude cool enough to be BFFs with my main girl Kitty Pryde is awesome in my book." She said with a smirking thumbs-up. "I don't so much prefer Marvel OR DC, as much I just take a strong stance against comics that suck." Hey, it made sense to HER. "In other words, just keep anything starring Superman or X-Force away from me, and it's all good."
The younger woman swooned a little at the mention of Kitty Pryde and then blushed sweetly, "I actually get that. So I promise, no suckage. Do you need help with that?" She nodded toward the Alan Moore pile of doom.
"Nah. I'm gonna leave it for Cassie and the Dork Wonder to find room for." Aw, what a nice nickname she had for Xander. "Because I'd be willing to bet ten bucks he at the very LEAST agreed with her that this many would fly. And I'm with you on the Kitty-love. Check this shit out." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little picture of a white and gray-striped cat. "I named him Lockheed."
"OhMyGod, that’s the cutest thing ever," Talia gushed. "I should totally get a cat, or something. A snake. It’s so boring home alone all the time," she admitted. Hence, why she was here, avoiding the loneliness of an empty house. Heh.
"Well... you and your money are always welcome here." Bette replied with a smirk. "Hell... you can make a lot of like-minded friends here. Cassie has a bunch of groups that meet here. Roleplaying groups, comics discussion groups... I think she even has a group that watches and makes fun of shitty old horror movies."
"I... would not be opposed to that," Talia replied, smiling faintly. If she'd had her school books, she would have clung to them cutely; as it was however… she just shoved her hands into her pockets and swayed on the spot.
"Good. I wouldn't turn down repeat customers at all." She dug into the back-issue bin, and pulled out an oldie-but-goodie: the mid-80s "Wolverine & Kitty Pryde" miniseries. "Here. Trust me, you'll love it. Not many people have read it, but it's pretty much what started the whole friendship-slash-teacher/student thing between them." Bette grinned, noting that the girl carried herself not unlike Cassie: shy, but smart as hell and wittier than she let on.
"Thanks," Talia replied before she flipped through the comic carefully, scrutinising the first few pages. She realised that was a bit, erm... rude and stopped, blushing and giving the other girl a sweet grin. "Sorry. I’m rude." Comic in one hand, she extended the other: "I'm Talia."
"Bette." Was the reply from the older girl, along with a maddeningly snarky smirk. "So, you go to school with Cassie?" ...since when was Bette all inquisitive?
Talia nodded slowly, since she knew who Cassie was at least. The poor girl really needed to make herself some friends. "Yeah. She seems very nice. Smart, which is rare at that school."
"Yeah. A kid who likes being smart. Imagine that." Bette said wryly, kinda protective of her foster sister. "You should chill with her sometime. And wonderful, now I'm pimping out my sister to new friends."
Talia barked out a little laugh and set the comic down on the counter for the moment, before moving around, swinging her arms hyperactively. "I think it's sweet. Besides which, if I come to one of her groups, then I'm bound to hang out with her then." Talia pointed out.
"Mm. Doubtful." She said, an air of seriousness to her then. "If you come to one of those you'll inevitably be drawn to the awesomeness that is me and be sadly unable to hang with anyone else."
"Oh really?" Talia replied, trying to keep a serious face. Of course, the illusion was completely shattered when she gave the other girl a sweet mischievous grin. "Not that you're humble, or anything."
"I grew up idolizing Megatron, dude, no room for 'humble' in my world." Like a girl looking like this was gonna co-own a comics shop without some major geek cred? Please.
"I would have picked you for a Smurfs girl, or Care Bears," Talia teased, her electric blue eyes lighting up. "Okay, that was cruel. You do get points for taste, though. Since that's only fair."
"...Care Bears." Bette snorted, "I've kicked people out of here for less offensive shit than that." Still, she said it with a little smirk. Hey, she could take it as well as dish it out.
Talia decided that teasing Bette? Was kind of fun. She grinned cheekily, "Maybe I should learn to bite my lip, then." Although honestly, where was the fun in that?
"Yeah, I can see that happening. Cuz you seem so shy and unassuming." Bette barked out with a laugh. "Besides, technically the first Megatron toy had a trigger where his peen should be, meaning anytime you fired off a round, so did he. So really, no room to be all holier-than-thou for me."
"I can't decide whether or not to be impressed or mildly horrified..." Talia replied. Since all of her toys lacked that functionality...
Laughing again, Bette gave a small shrug. "The hazards of transforming into a handgun, I suppose. Anyway... I should probably get back to work. I need to find something to do with all these copies of Watchmen. Maybe soundproof the basement or something..."
Talia rolled her eyes and laughed, "Could be an idea. Especially if you want to make a torture chamber down there.... I shouldn't give you ideas. But yes, back to work for you." She flitted her hands. "I will continue wandering. I might harass you again later.
"Yeah. Watch me try to mind." Bette responded with a sarcastic chuckle. "See ya later, kid..."