Darlene D. Sauer A.K.A. Darlene Southland (fcked_up_gal) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-31 10:26:00 |
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She's Free, Bitches!
Who: Darlene and Paige
Where: Outside of her rehab on the way to Paige's (and Darlene's now) place
When: Monday, 3/29, Afternoon
Darlene sat inside the lobby of the rehab, waiting for Paige to come and pick her up. She had done her thirty days. They had suggested that she go to some half-way house, but fuck if she couldn't handle another day of this. She was ready for the real world again. Besides, she had Paige watching out for her now, which meant that she wasn't going to get within 100 yards of a beer, not that she wanted to, anyway. Sadly, she was sitting outside with one duffel bag and her guitar, which was actually all of her worldly possessions. Not like this girl had a lot of stuff.
Funny how Paige didn't have much money, yet... she pulled up to pick up Paige in what looked to be an almost brand-new black corvette convertible. Amazing what you can get from people you've had to kill, huh? Hey... that asshole ain't gonna need it anymore, right? She was wearing her sunglasses on top of her head, and her smile was bright as the justice demon pulled up alongside the curb. "SO! My newly-sober friend ready to get the hell home?"
"Wow, where the fuck did you get this?" Darlene said when she saw what Paige had pulled up in. "I'd ask who you had to fuck to get it, but I keep getting told that shit is rude." She tossed her back in the back and set her guitar inside as well. "And fuck yeah, get me out of this place."
"Shit, you can ask me anything." Paige reminded her, before whispering. "Let's just say the previous owner was drugging and raping young women around the UCLA campus. He won't be needing it anymore."
"Right..." Yeah, Darlene still had no clue what was up with Paige and her demonness. Wonder how long THAT will last. "Doesn't matter to me. Now we've got a sweet ride, I'm drug free, and we're living the sweet life. Well, sweeter life."
"Damn right. Now we get you all set with some cash and get our band going, Then we find you someone you deserve. Or tons of groupies. Whichever you prefer. Then we'll have it made." The ex-drunk and the demon. Have stranger BFFs ever existed?
Darlene laughed. "Let's just get me set up with some cash and the band going. Worry about groupies or someone I deserve later."
"Hey, I don't care!" Paige burst out laughing as they stopped at a red light. "You wanna stay single forever, feel free. That way when I'm the angry old single bitch I'll have someone to relate to."
That just made Darlene laugh. "My relationships only last in the few hour range. I'm no good with them. Guess we'll be bitter old cynics together!"
"Dude, exactly!" Paige laughed, giving the metal horn in the air. "We're gonna be like a heavy metal, even MORE fucked up Thelma & Louise. Only, you know, we'll be attractive."
"Yeah, we're definitely hotter than the two of those old ladies," Darlene said. "Definitely more heavy metal and fucked up, too, though." She cheered. "Damn I'm so happy to finally be out of there."
"Well, really... I doubt rehab was Disney World, babe. And now the fun begins. Roomies, dude!" Ok, so Paige was ridiculously excited about this. She'd had NOBODY to spend time with in far too long. The last few months of her human life she'd managed to alienate anyone who cared about her, and then as a vampire she was even WORSE.
"It could have been worse, but damn if I'm not glad to be out in the real world again," Darlene said. "You know, it's actually been a long time since I've only lived with one person. I've gotten so used to having a house full of people."
"Well... I'd try to SUPER generous and ask the boys to join us, but... they can occasionally annoy me and I'd really rather not murder innocents again." She smiled SO sweetly there, like she hadn't said "again".
"You just say that because Jim brings home a different skank every night, and then bitches that all LA chicks are fake or something when someone happens to turn him down," Darlene pointed out.
"Um, along with the fact that now it'd be MY COUCH he'd have their diseased rear ends all over...." She snorted, as she pulled the car into her driveway. "Seriously... does he even care what these girls LOOK like?"
Darlene cracked up. "Nope, he says that he's got needs, and, in the dark, all ladies feel the same," she said to her. "That or he'll employ the paper bag idea."
"He's a classy guy, that one." She sighed. Why was she in a band with them again? Right. Because she wanted Darlene to be happy and successful.
"Oh yeah, total class, but a hell of a bass player, so I put up with it," Darlene said. "At least Dave is a half decent guy. Maybe a little too quiet for his own good, but otherwise fine." How him and Darlene got along at all was anyone's guess.
"They're both good guys. Just get ony my last damn nerve sometime." She grumbled cutely, rolling her eyes. "Now. I got some new clothes waiting for you in your room. Kinda went out and bout you a bunch of stuff. it all has the tags on it, so don't be afraid of hurting my feelings if ya don't like any of it."
"Really? You went out and bought me clothes?" Wasn't it sad that Darlene was still mostly confused by someone being genuinely nice to her? "Why?"
"Because you own less outfits than the barbie I played with for a week when I was 4, babe. And that makes me sad. And come on. Sad!Paige sucks." So she wasn't very good at being sweet. So?
Darlene wasn't sure if she could handle too much sweetness, so this worked better for her. "Thanks," she said after thinking on it for a moment. "I really didn't have much in the way of clothes, did I? The rehab made me toss out the shirt that was more pins than shirt."
"Fuck all, babe, we''re makin' you a new one then. That thing kicked ass, whether it was meant to or NOT." Hey, Paige could admit her buddy looked DAMN hot in the stupid thing.
Darlene started laughing again. "Yeah well, it was Jim's shirt. Instead of letting him throw it out, I took it because I only had five shirts to begin with. I'm sure we can make another one, though."
"Now... go ahead, go upstairs, get changed, see if there's anything you don't like. I got most of it at Hot Topic and some AWESOME second hand places I used to get a lot of my gig-wear at, so, it should be your style." She unlocked the door, and motioned for the girl enter. "I'm gonna make a few calls to order us some dinner. This is your moving-in dinner, after all. Gotta go all-out."
Darlene laughed again. Sadly, take out was all out for her as well. "And damn if you're place ain't much nicer than what we were hanging around in," she said, looking around.
"It's not a palace, but I like it. Like I said... go relax for a few, pick out something to wear, and rest a little. Cuz after dinner? We're going clubbin', girl. We might not find Mr. Right...." She gave that wicked little smile again, "But damn if we ain't gonna find Mr. Right-Now."