Patience Kowalski (eternalpatience) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-04-05 17:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | pat mcconnell, patience kowalski, place: la |
Giving In To The Stereotype
Who: Pat and Patience
Where: Their home
When: Thursday, April 1st
For the majority of the day, Pat McConnell had been sitting in the recording studio that had once been the basement of the house he and Patience lived in. Ben had called him, asking if Broken Sunrise could contribute a new song to a soundtrack he'd scored the rights to produce for some new horror movie. While he'd have to talk to the rest of the band before making a definite decision, he knew exactly the song he wanted to contribute. A song that they'd recorded just a LITTLE too late to be included on their finished album. The music had been completed, they'd just never had a chance to lay down the vocal track, which is what Pat was doing right now. Headphones on, relaxing in baggy faded jeans and a vintage Ministry tee, he growled the lyrics into the mic:
"Life in the world untold, question the unknown
This prison captures me, my cell is all I know
I thought I knew it all, stubborn in my ways
My sentence has begun, my future's what I waste"
"Next chapter of my life is filled with violent scenes
I stay awake at night hiding from my dreams
The voices haunting me, driving me insane
Can't seem to get away, they're calling out my name
I feel that I am slipping
Are they out to get me
My life is upside down
More than meets the eye"
"For now I am in control, choosing my own fate
And now I sleep at night because I'm not afraid
My demons haunting me, I chased them all away
I've conquered all my fears, my destiny awaits
I'm no longer slipping
I'm not slipping away
No one's out to get me
No one will get in my way
No longer upside down
I've turned my life around
More than meets the eye"
"More than
More than meets the eye"
Patience hadn't been able to sit still all day, she was just a font of energy, buzzing around like she'd ingested a pound of sugar, or something. After a while, though, she realised that she could use some calming down and quietly padded down to the basement in a pair of army pants and one of Patrick's t-shirts, her face a little pink in the cheeks.
When Pat saw her, his first instinct was to smile brightly and just... keep on singin'. But when he saw that abundance of color, like she was about to break a fever or something, he blinked and practically threw the headset off in his rush to go to her. "Patience? Baby? You alright?"
"I'm fine. Just having a restless day, that's all," she replied, giving him a sweet ole' hard-to-resist smile. Truth was, she was a little overheated, but she'd attribute that to moving around all day, rather than worry him with the alternative.
"You're worrying me. You sure you're ok? I gotta take care of you, ya know?" He smoothed her hair back, raising a brow at it. "Red looks sexy on you."
"Doesn't it, though?" She got up on her tippytoes and wrapped her arms around his neck, before giving him a long, drawn out full of love kiss. "If anything was wrong, you'd be the first to know. Now show momma what you've been doin', hm?"
"Ben wants us to be on some soundtrack he's putting together for a new horror movie. So I figured I'd lay the vocals down for a track we couldn't finish in time for our album's release." He pointed over to where he'd been sitting. "I think it came out really well..."
"I waaanna hear it," she pouted and jumped up and down, much like a small child would when they didn't get something they wanted. She was clearly in a crazy-pregnant-lady mood, but damn, if she wasn't just adorable.
He sweetly took her hand, smiling proudly as he brought her to the mixer, and pressed the 'play' button, to allow her to hear the rough version of the final mix. Like he could ever say no to her. Seriously.
She gave his hand a good squeeze and grinned, listening to the song completely before saying anything, since she was nice like that. "I like it, but then I'm fucking the lead singer, so I might be a little biased."
"You have the best way with words, you know that?" He laughed, shaking his head. "So, Ben, in his typical state of mind, said he thinks it's hot as hell that you, Gwen, and Iris all hang out. After laughing, I had to think about it and kind of agree."
"That man's got a one track mind," Patience replied with a laugh, rolling her eyes. She led Patrick over to a chair and plopped him down in it, before crawling onto his lap. Why? Because she felt like it. She 'hrmh'd and rolled her eyes thoughtfully, "Actually, we are pretty hot, huh?"
"Well yeah, obviously." He laughed, as if she really hadn't even had to SAY it. "I mean, I don't think I'd have had sex with each of you otherwise..."
"Excellent point," she smirked and nuzzled him lightly. She was certainly in a mood today, now, wasn't she? "I'm sorry I've been quiet lately. Or, manic. Take your pick."
"Honey... you've got a lot going on. I know you're as worried as me. You're just better at holding it in." He smirked then, and gave a little shrug. "Plus evidently it takes a lot of energy to have your little verbal rivalry with Ben's cousin."
Patience chuckled. "Well, I usually come out on top, so I'm not complaining," she smirked. She obviously didn't mean sexually, but my, wasn't that a visual nice?
"Well..." Yeah, this time, Pat didn't miss a BEAT. "You usually have to be on top, because otherwise the heat I'm packin' could hurt ya BAD."
"Patrick McConnell!" Patience shrieked, giving him a little thwap on the shoulder. "For once, you leave me with nothing to top that." She made a frustrated 'grr' sound, used to making him speechless, not the other way around!
"I *do* have my moments..." He smirked, "So... way I see things, we have one of two options. We can sit down, try to discuss your current medical mysteries, and try to figure out why they're happening, or we can do that later this evening and for now just give in to everyone's stereotype of what we're like together and rut like bunnies."
"Baby, please, you know as well as I do that I'm going to pick option B," Patience replied, giving him a big ole’ smirk.
"Oh yeah." He winced a little, hoping to not be killing the mood. "You're um... yeah, so... looks like Ben's about to be a daddy too...."
"And I should care be-cause?" Me-ow! My, wasn't Patience nice?
"Just thought of it because he'd given me some kind of funny advice about sex during pregn...you know? Nevermind." Hey... he still wanted to get some here. And bringing up Skylar? WASN'T a great way to accomplish this feat.
No, it really wasn’t. Patience just scowled at him, then. "I love you, Patrick, but you can put your foot in it sometimes."
"Ok, ok.... so scratch that from the record. I mean..." Ok, so this was a LAST DITCH EFFORT to save the moment. But if he knew her as well as he THOUGHT he did? It would work. It would be the sexual equivalent of the adrenline shot Travolta hit Uma with in Pulp Fiction. "C'mon baby... relax. And I promise I'll give you that massage you like... the one where I spend lots of time on the small of your back..."
"Damn it, that's just not fair," she whined, giving him a comical little pout. It was her weakness, her... her kryptonite! "I wanna be all pouty and you throw that at me."
"Now..." He coo'ed, "Back to our regularly scheduled programming?" He asked her with a hopeful grin.
"Yes, you've successfully used your 'get out of jail free' card," Patience smirked. "Now shut up and kiss me."