Where Sin Is On Crack... (Which Isn't Out Of The Ordinary) Who: Neely and Sin (with a special appearance by Patience) Where: Avarice When: Tuesday night, March 30th
Neely's appearances at Avarice were few-and-far between lately, although she liked to unwind when she could… y'know, get away from Rachelle and the nakedness and… wait, why was that a bad thing, again? Anyway. She slowly made her way downstairs, her hair wet and dreaded from a recent shower, in a pair of ripped denim jeans and a t-shirt that had 'I know Kung Fu' written across the breast. She arched an eyebrow as she looked around, wondering who she should bug first. Patience, or Baily. Ah, her life was full of tough decisions, clearly.
The current song blaring through the speakers? "(sic)" by Slipknot. Not exactly a song ya dance to, right? So nobody should be expected by Sin bouncing around like a damn pinball to it, dancing like a sugared up mockery of Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. Because was indeed dancing like she'd never danced before, a blur of orange hair, raibow colored suspenders, Mork & Mindy t-shirt, and baggy skater jeans. However, the clumsy little slayer wasn't exactly looking, and almost bowled Neely over. Eyes going wide, she sheepishly grinned. "Umm... sorry bout that, oh Kung Fu Master?"
Luckily, Neely had pretty good reflexes. She caught Sin by the shoulders and laughed good-naturedly, in a significantly cheerful and… well, forgiving mood. "That's alright, young grasshopper. Remember, must be mindful of your surroundings." She bopped Sin on the nose. My, was that Yoda!Neely?
"Dude. Don't go droppin' that Yoda shite on me... muppets with ear hair automatically give up the right to give advice. Seriously." The girl shrugged, turning towards the bar before tripping over her own two feet and almost falling face first. "Yeah. That didn't just happen. I'm Sin, by the way."
"Well done," Neely laughed, reaching out a hand to straighten the girl out before following her to the bar. "Neely. And yeah, not much into Star Wars, myself. My fiancé watches it a lot, so I guess I picked it up?" She made a face. Was geek contagious?
"Ah... a fellow engaged chick. Nice. So... geeky Star Wars boy scores hot chica? Awesome. It's like a Cinderella story. If Cinderella dressed like a Stormtrooper or something." Hey, it made sense to HER.
Incidentally enough, Neely did mention something about a Star Wars themed wedding, if only to piss Rachelle off. "You’re engaged too?" She laughed. What were the odds? “And girl, not boy.”
"I am, I am... and sorry, just took it for granted. Which around here is massively dumb. And I'm more comic books and music than anything. Oh. And falling. Falling is my hobby. I turn it into ART." Self-depracating humor? Sin's specialty, thanks.
"Oh yeah, I was about to say that it takes a great amount of skill to fall… only it really doesn’t," Neely laughed and shook her head. What hobbies did Neely have… wait, sex didn't count as a hobby, it was a skill, wasn't it? Hrmh. "I like comics, I’m not all must-buy-ever-single-issue, though. And music. I’m a Bale, so of course I like music. I play a pretty mean piano." She nodded sternly, before thinking, briefly, that maybe she should pick up another hobby. It seemed like everything was centered on work lately and that was rather, what was the word? Boring of her.
"You're a Bale? Heh. Awesome. My best friend's livin' with one of you now. I suspect that by 2006, every woman in LA will be sleeping with a Bale." She thought then, "God, I hope I'm not. Or Tierce is gonna be owed one HELL of an explanation."
"Who's your best friend," Neely asked as she sat down at the bar. She flipped a hand up briefly to stop the conversation, and yelled, in a teasing lilt: "What’s a girl gotta do to get some service here!?"
To which Patience replied quickly, without stopping what she was doing, "Flash me those titties, bitch!"
"Keep dreaming, McConnell! You've already seen enough of these babies." And then, funnily enough? She grabbed her boobs and jiggled them.
"Well, you're just going to have to shut the fuck up and wait your turn," Patience snarked, tossing a wink over her shoulder. By the look of it, they did this pretty frequently. It was almost a comedy routine.
"...You know, if you wanna get that sleeping with a Bale thing out of the way?" Neely said to Sin, getting back to the topic at hand. She waggled her eyebrows and laughed, clearly joking there.
"Yeah, dude? Not into the girls, ya know? But thanks for the offer? I think?" She blinked, a little surprised by the offer AND the little... display by Neely and Patience. "God... You two are so gonna have to just get it over with and have The Sex eventually. Anyway, my friend is Catherine Baclanova. She's datin' a dude named Brandon."
"Oh, believe me. I've tried to have The Sex, but her heart belongs to another," Patience said, cheeky little grin in place as she set a beer in front of Neely and a water in front of Sin (sure, she knew Neely's age but being a Bale? Had its privileges…), before going back to work, muttering about the injustices of the world.
Neely laughed and shook her head at the pair, kind of at a loss what to say for a minute. She sipped her beer and decided on a safer topic: "Oh, cool. Catherine. I met her at Thanksgiving. She's a pretty cool chick. And the 'dude' is my brother."
"Hell yeah she's cool. We're like Beavis & Butthead. Abbott & Costello. Jay & Silent Bob. Just... you know... with vaginas." It was like Sin spoke a language all her own, people. ALL HER OWN.
"French and Saunders?" Neely supplied. Of course, that was the only female comedy duo that she could think of. "Buuuut I guess what I can take from that is you're tight, yeah?" She sipped her beer.
"Like I said... in spite of her occasional lack of what Americans call a sense of humor... she's my best friend. I'm gonna guess whoever YOU hang with must be a laugh riot..." The best part about Sin: everything she said came out with that sarcastic drawl, making even her most sincere statements sound snarky.
"Bitch, please," Neely laughed, rolling her eyes. She tilted her bottle towards Patience, "I've been hanging out with her brother Ash, lately." She laughed then, feeling a little goofy for admitting the following part: "My fiancé, Rachelle? Funniest person I've ever met." Of course, she couldn't stay serious for long: "the sex is amazing, too."
"I don't know that I can picture you hanging out with The Black Hole Of Fun..." She smirked, actually envisioning Ash as something which sucks in fun and happiness and destroys it forever. "But hey, nothin' like a goof fixer-upper, I guess. And I'm gonna ignore the sex comment on account of EW!, so, I'll just skip to where I say that while I'm in the minority lately, I think your fam rocks the hizzy, for real."
"That's such a terrible generalisation. He's very nice!" Oh God, if Rachelle was within ear shot of that, she'd likely be laughing her arse off, but Neely still felt the strong desire to stick up for him, since she was loyal like that. "And thank you?"
"Hey, Ben's got a kick-ass place here, Baily's totally bomb, Brandon's smart enough to be smitten with Catherine, you seem like a cool chica... all the Bales I've met? Seem bad-ass, really." Plus? Sin had been lucky enough to be totally removed from the Gwen/Skylar drama, which helped a LOT. "Dude... You livin' in Ben's old digs up there or something now? Cuz if so hook a sister UP man! We gotta have a big-ass PARTY sometime!"
Neely made a point to look around, "do you not see where we are?" She laughed. "But I guess an exclusive party… wouldn't be out of the question. I've been dying to do something lately…" Poor Neely got a little couped up when the mun wasn't in the mood to write her, after all. "I'll think about it. No promises."
"DUDE. Hahaha!" Sin pumped her fist and cackled. "We gotta have some MAD party goin' down, like in one of those cheesy movies from the 80s where the parents warn the kids 'NO PARTIES' but then the kids have the party anyway and wackiness ensues."
"Oh yes, I can just picture it now. It'd be a laugh riot," Neely smirked, giving Sin a playful nudge. "But yes, I'll think and … ask Rachelle if she'd be up for it." Since yeah, sweetly enough? She didn't want to do anything that 'Chelle wasn't up for.
"Aw. Dude." Sin gave an 'aw shucks' grin, almost giggling. "People all p-whipped by love are SO cute, I sweartagawd."
Neely laughed and rolled her eyes, "P-whipped. Naw. Just tryin' to show a little consideration, wasn't exactly my strongest point when I moved here and all."
"It's cute, seriously. I'm the same way with Tierce." She said assuringly, patting the girl's hand in what she hoped was non-mockingly.
Neely chuckled and shook her head, "thanks."
"Now. This is where I'd like to say something super-cool, and make some dramatic exit that makes you go 'DAMN that chick's cool!', but more than likely, I'd mess up the speech and fall on my face walking out the door. So... yeah." She shrugged, hopping to her feet again. "Instead? I'll just say it was nice meetin' you, and hope I can get out of here with my dignity intact."
"Yeah, good luck with that," Neely chuckled, lifting her bottle in salute as she watched Sin make her exit.