Talia Andromeda Portman (my_stars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-04-16 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | bette matthews, place: la, talia portman |
Cylons, Replicants...
Who: Bette and Talia
Where: Shooting Star Comics
When: Wednesday, April 14th
It was a late Wednesday night and Talia was home alone, yet again. Her dad had some big conference in San Diego, and while she suggested he stay at her grandparents for the week, she decided to stay home. Maybe she'd visit them in the summer. She sighed as she flipped the channels on the TV. Not even Rocko's Modern Life could cheer her up. She turned down the volume and looked at the phone. It was possible Bette was still at work, right? And the girl did say to call, no matter the time. Yeah, that was smart. Talia smirked a little to herself and tried dialing the comic store first, humming a little to herself.
"Shooting Star Comics, where it's way later than you should ever be calling a comics store. Whaddaya want?" Ah, the stuff Employee Of The Month plaques are made of, huh? Bette smirked as she held the reciever, unable to figure out why anyone would call this late.
"Oh yeah, I can see why the customers keeping coming back," Talia snarked, before flipping herself over on the couch, resting her head on the arm rest. "So, how's my favourite Cylon doing?"
"Great. A customer told me to stop acting so mechanical. I didn't have the heart to tell him." The blonde snorted with a laugh, "how're you, T?"
"Oh, okay. Home alone," Talia murmured, before smirking. "I was thinking about putting on Blade Runner, but maybe that's a bit insensitive."
"Nice, T. Maybe you should watch Westworld instead. See how bad you wanna piss me off once you see Yul Brenner go all psychobot." She dropped the snark then, thinking for a moment as she let everything she knew about Talia flood her memory. "...your Dad take off again, babe?"
"Maybe I should stop being so mean, huh?" Talia couldn't help but laugh as soon as she said that. She enjoyed teasing Bette all too much to ever stop. As for the other thing? Well... "Yeah, it's just for a week or so. He's done this ever since ... well, for a few years now, so it's no big."
"Think he'd be pissed if you came and stayed with us while he's gone?" She didn't even pause before asking, like it was a foregone conclusion that the girl should NOT be alone. "The parentals won't mind, I guarantee."
"I doubt he'd even notice if I wasn't here when he came home," Talia murmured, before nibbling her lip thoughtfully. "Honestly, I'm fine on my own. I think it'd be a bit weird if I just packed up and came to yours."
"Oh. Sure. I get it. Human's too good to shack up with the robot for a few days. Real effin' classy, T. Seriously." Oh, was she playing the guilt game here? Ruthless, I tell you.
"What, did Cassie program Catholicism in? You're laying on the guilt pretty thick there, B," Talia shot back with a smirk. There, that was what she wanted. Something that gave her a sense of normalcy. Weird, huh?
"Nah. If she'd done that, I'd be trying to molest altar boys." ZING! "Seriously, T. This isn't a charity thing. I think we'd have a blast. I think I've made it abundantly clear that I don't really have any friends... I'd kind of enjoy having a 'sleepover'. Cassie has 'em with Dawn and with Lucy, and yeah, I'm programmed to be a few years older, but its still an experience I'd like to have." This? Was probably the most chatteriffic Bette had ever been. Was it possible for a robot to be nervous? "So seriously. Just shut up and come on over."
"But I'm already in my PJ bottoms," Talia whined cutely, before mulling it over. "I guess I could drive over. Since you make such a good argument."
"Drive over. Funny. You're FIFTEEN, weirdo." That wry voice laughed out. "I'll be out of here in 20 minutes. Gimme yer address and I'll come get you."
"Fifteen with a lot of free time on my hands, bitch," Talia snarked, before giving her the address. "Uhm, yeah. I guess I'll see you soon."