Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-21 20:05:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | energetic |
Entry tags: | brayden bale, mere delany, place: la |
Sowing some Wild Oats?
Who: Mere and Brayden
Where: Avarice
When: Friday Night, 3/19
Past? Present? Future? Didn't matter... Saturday nights at Avarice would ALWAYS be awesome. Brayden Bale sat at what was, essentially, a VIP table in the back of the club. He wore faded, hole-riddled jeans, a yellow Lakers jersey, a thick gold rope chain... and a statuesque, ceramic-skinned goth beauty draped across his lap, several lip rings glinting in the light as she grinned and laughed at pretty much whatever he said. Yeah, like Brayden planned on ever seeing her again after tonight.
Meredith Delany had watched across the room for a few minutes in grand amusement. Sure, now she couldn't *hear* what was going on, but just by looking it was painfully obvious. So, should she save the girl from possible humiliation or desperation from being dumped the next day, or join in and maybe have some fun? Well, I'm sure you can guess what was going to happen with Mere, right? She sauntered over, wearing a pair of leather pants that laced up the sides and a tube top that basically covered what it needed to to let her out of the house, and sat right down next to Brayden. "Hi," she said to him with a lazy smile. "And who is this lovely thing you got on your lap tonight?"
Brayden blinked when he saw her, his acute sense of smell noting immediately that hey... she didn't have vamp!smell anymore. Still... for now? He was more concerned with matters of a physical nature. He WAS a Bale, after all... He looked at the beauty half-sitting, half-laying on his lap... and went with honesty. "You know?" He responded with brutal honesty. "Can't say I bothered to ask..."
Mere was actually glad that he didn't ask right away. It wasn't what she wanted to talk about right now, so good for him. Mere laughed when he said that he actually hadn't bothered to ask the goth girl her name. "What's your name, sweetheart?" she asked, brushing a strand of dark hair out of the girl's face. Apparently her name was Candice, one of the preppiest name's ever. That's what she said, anyway,
"Oh, this shit's just AWESOME." He laughed, pressing his hands together in silent thanks to God. Talking as if poor Candice wasn't even there, he grinned at Mere, throwing her a Ben-like wink. "Want me to tell 'er to hit the bricks?"
"Hmm...up to you. I'm a good sharing person lately, though," Mere pointed out to him. The girl was cute, but Mere didn't really care either way what he did with her at the moment.
"You are now, huh?" Oh, now THIS sounded promising. "Not feeling so tied down anymore, gorgeous?" Poor thing on his lap was being all but ignored at this point.
"Not to the last guy, and a new thing's....sort of up in the air at the moment, so I guess I could as in between." Who knew what she was talking about, but she was basically saying that she was single at the moment, so who cared, right?
"Ha HAH!" He let out a loud, amused laugh, and juuuust stood enough to dump the girl off of his lap. Cause Brayden? Was a gentleman like that. "Sorry sweetheart... this aint yer day. Try again next time."
As the girl huffed off, Mere just laughed. "Well aren't you just a charming boy tonight?" she said playfully.
"C'mon... You're 'sort of' single, apparently human again, and I'm supposed to be concerned with a giggly little girl? Please." Evidently, among other traits, Ben passed down his fondness of Meredith to his son. "Remember last time we chilled here? You were all ridin' my lap n' shit? Like I haven't thought about THAT a couple hundred times. Tease."
"I'm single enough," she pointed out. "And I see you point on that one. I wouldn't be interested in a little goth girl if I could have me, either." She smirked at him. "Didn't mean too much to be a tease, though. Well, maybe a little." Teasing was fun, after all.
"Well, as you can see, the best seat in the house is free again..." He laughed as he patted his lap playfully. "Feel like pickin' up where we left off last time? That is, if yer suddenly-human self can handle me..."
She moved over and sat in his lap. "Oh, and just because I'm human again doesn't mean that I still don't know stuff that could break you in half," she said playfully to him.
"Oh, listen to this!" He barked with a laugh, playfully slapping her on the side of the ass. "I learned from the best, babe! And kept learnin' from practically every stripper that worked for Dad!"
She laughed. "Why am I not surprised to hear that?" she asked. Then again, she had been getting to know some of her staff a little more lately as well. Nothing official had been set up, so she figured she should play while she had the chance, right?
"Dude. Your pal Deanna's in her PRIME here man! Hook a brutha up!" He really was Ben-Lite: all the charm, none of the pesky class. "Not that I mind the present company at all, mind you."
"Already tried for myself. She's with Kayla, who apparently doesn't like she share," Mere said with a pout. "I'd hook you up with a sandwich if I could, though." A her-Deanna sandwich, that is.
"GOD I love you!" He laughed, setting his hands on her hips. "Whoever you ditched, he musta been really holdin' you back, cause THIS is the Mere I know and love."
She just laughed. She wasn't really ready to talk about Devon yet, for good or bad, but she did understand that she acted very different with Devon, trying to be someone that she really wasn't. "Glad to know that I'm back in full force then," she said, leaning over and nibbling at his neck a little. Yeah, she still liked to bite. Now she just didn't draw blood.
Unlike most people, he actually LAUGHED when Mere bit him. "This is fucking fantastic. I'm sitting here making out with the woman who BABYSAT me as a kid... My life is the fucking BOMB, man..." He grinned before leaning her back a little, nipping at the hollow of her throat.
"Only you would be turned on by that," Mere said to him, but wasn't really worried about that right now. When he started nipping at her, she just giggled, running her fingers through his hair.
"Course, the shame of this is.. after this, nothin' else is gonna compare for either of us afterward." He smirked with cocky swagger. "Cuz really... I'm guessin' yer like nothin' I've ever had... and I know damn WELL you ain't never had a man like me..."
"Well you're just going to have to prove that to me, because Ive had some very good in my time," Mere pointed out to him. Still she was definitely up for it.
"Oh, PLEASE. Other than my dad, I refuse to believe ANYONE you've been with is even in my league." Cocky much? Yep.
"Then I suggest you show me what you've got," Mere said to him with a smirk. "Go ahead. Ruin me for men everywhere. I dare you."
"My hotel room." He proclaimed, standing as he literally tossed her over his shoulder with a laugh. "Now."
Mere just laughed as he tossed her over his shoulder. What could she say? She liked take charge men.