Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-04-09 18:45:00 |
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Current mood: | restless |
Entry tags: | ash kowalski, neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Being Restless
Who: Ash and Neely (with a brief appearance by Rachelle)
Where: The apartment above Avarice
When: Monday, April 5th
Neely had been in a somewhat restless mood the last few days, although why, exactly, one couldn’t say. Maybe it was just… something in the air? She paced around the apartment, still in her work clothes, jeans, and shirt, tie and vest combo – the pink tie a little loose at the collar, and the vest a little crumpled. She let out an agonised little whine.
Knock, knock came the sound outside the door, as, hey... Neely had told him to stop by anytime, and with all the worrying about Patience and everything, he needed a friend. So, since Lucy was visiting Cassie and Meredith was working, he went to the one other person he KNEW he could talk to.
One of Neely's eyebrows shot up. She thought briefly that it might be Ben (she really hadn't seen him for a while, after all), but a whiff of the air let her know that it was Ash. Ah, someone to talk to! Good. Hopefully he'd help settle her mood. She moved over to the front door and opened it wide for him, "Well now, there's a familiar face."
"Hope I'm not interupting anything..." He said sheepishly. "I was just kind of restless... needed someone to talk to, and I thought of you."
"That's further than I got," Neely replied with a chuckle, before stepping to the side to allow him entry.
He walked in, showing that, sweetly enough, he'd brought them each a big cup of french vanilla coffee from the Sugar Shack. "So... Everything ok? I can sense something... off about your mood. I know, I know... One of the drawbacks to befriending someone with my kind of power."
"Oh yeah, that's a real pain in the ass," Neely smirked. "Oooh, coffee. Thank you." Wow, a sign of etiquette from Bennett Neely Bale. What was happening to the world? "And eh. Restless, too, I guess. Except I tend to do stupid things when I get this way. Why're you feelin' all spazzy?"
"Worried about my sister, mostly. What about you?" He crossed his arms protectively, "and what do you mean, you do stupid things?"
"What's uh, what's wrong with Patience?" She led him into the kitchen, setting her drink aside. Poor thing couldn't sit still right now to save herself, so she settle for pacing around. She made a face. "I just don't think before I do things." Evasive? Just a little. Thanks.
"Ever since she got pregnant, she keeps getting these weird fevers that just... go away like nothing ever happened. It's really scaring me." And because he too could change topics and was an expert at knowing when someone else was doing it. "Elaborate? Because honestly? Seeing you all fidgety makes me smile."
"Can't say I've ever heard of something like that happening. I'd say look into it, but... that might make the situation worse." She moved her mouth to the side thoughtfully, before unexpectedly punching him in the arm. "Ass. No, it's just like... that part of your brain that tells you that you're doing something irrational? Yeah, that doesn't really function when I get this way. I just make snap decisions, and usually they're not very smart ones."
"Yeah. Aaaand you're telling this to the guy who considered destroying time and space itself when his girlfriend died." Did... Did he actually finally make a glib comment about it??? "So, yeah. I know about rash decisions."
"Yeah, well. You lost the love of you life. I mean, I'd hate it if the world ended and all the people I loved didn't exist anymore, but at the same time, I understand why you considered it." She sighed and moved off again, shaking her head. "Let's change the subject. How's the horrible awful threesome treating you?"
"Two hot women wanting to have sex with me constantly? God, I don't know how I maintain the will to live..." He said wryly, rolling his eyes. "And how's life with YOUR little fireball going?"
Neely snickered. "Oh yeah. It's just terrible being you." When he alluded to Rachelle? That brought a smile to her face. "Brilliant. Crazy bitch got hammered the other night. I practically had to carry her upstairs. It was funny as hell."
"Rachelle got roaring drunk? Jesus. Any casualties or maimings to report?" He teased, playfully jabbing at the girl's newfound rep. "God. You two. There's gonna be great stories knowing you, Neely. I can feel it."
Neely chuckled. "Naw, no casualties. Surprisingly." Of course, Neely wasn't the one that was propositioned by the end of the night. Hrmh. "Yeah, but most of those stories would involve nudity or sexual positions of some kind," she pointed out.
"Yeah. Because I haaaaate those kinda stories, Neely. Seriously." He laughed, feeling his mood improving by leaps and bounds already. "I seriously love hanging out with you..."
"Awww." She put her hand to her chest and batted her eyelashes. "I know. I'm awesome. I can't deny it." Full of herself? Just a bit. "'Course, I'd say that goes both ways, but I don't want you making bisexual jokes at me, so I'll just say 'ditto'."
"Yeah... Bisexual jokes would just get my hopes up unnecessarily, and that would be cruel." Hrm. On top of everything else, now Ash had almost brick-heavy sexual tension with a LESBIAN. The boy truly lived a straaaange life. "So instead? I'll simply accept the compliment and be grateful we have each other." He raised his coffee cup in salute.
Then a voice rang out from the other room: "Oh for GOD'S SAKE, will you two just get it over with and fuck already? JESUS." Yeah, that was our ever-classy Rachelle. She came out of the bedroom, wearing black denim shorts, kneehigh black combat boots, and a cutoff "Yankees Suck" t-shirt with matching ballcap. "I'm off to practice babe..." She said as she pranced over and kissed Neely on the lips. "Enjoy your little pseudo-date." She giggled sweetly.
"Some days are harder than others..." Neely murmured, giving Rachelle a cute little scowl. She couldn't really stay mad, though, and gave Rachelle's hip a possessive squeeze. "Thank you for making me blush like devirginised school girl, baby. Ash? Are you against paintball?"
"Aw. You girls are actually really cute together. I just hope I get an invite to the wedding." He grinned, before thinking about her question. "You know? I've never done the paintball thing before. I'm up for it though..."
"Duh. You're like, my new favourite person, and the old ones are hard to replace," she smirked. As for their outing? She laughed. "Cool, it was either that or surfing and don't look like you tan. Ever."
"I think the very visual of me surfing could very well be the most surreal thing I've ever pictured." He said with a stunned blink. "So... with the Paintball: we going with a 'no-powers' rule? You don't use your lycan agility and speed, and I won't magically turn my shots into heat-seeking missles?" Curiously, he found himself finding that for the first time in, well, ever... he was actually looking forward to doing things. Somehow, Neely was making him *want* to have fun for once.
Neely sighed dramatically, but... that was probably a good idea. The last thing she wanted was to be literally covered in paintballs. "Alright, deal." She grinned.
"Alright then... Let's DO this." He said with a laugh. "God, I haven't done anything athletic since my sophomore year of high school..."
Neely laughed, "Oh, because that was so long ago." Actually, come to think of it... She'd do well against him physically, here. She collected her wallet, before pulling open the front door. "I think I might have found something I can beat you at."
"Yeah, yeah... Enough talk... Let's go see how you handle a gun. Somehow... I respect you enough to not make the obligatory gun-handling joke" he said with a wink.