Skylar James Bale (socialiterocker) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-04-17 20:07:00 |
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Current location: | Saints & Sinners |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | ben bale, place: la, skylar james-bale |
Another Night at S&S
Who: Ben & Skylar
Where: Saints & Sinners
When: Thursday night, 4/15
"So. I got an interesting phone call today..." Ben said with a laugh, shaking his head as Eve gyrated in front of he and Skylar, as yeah. The 'power couple' was having one of their typical 'romantic nights out', which was basically watching naked women together. "From Neely. I'm gonna guess you got a similar call from Rachelle." He smirked and waved a few bills at Eve, motioning to Skylar with a grin. Hey... so he wanted to see his fiance get a lapdance. Fuckin' sue him. "Those two have got to be the most spontaneous, unpredictable people I've ever met."
Skylar nodded. "Yes, I definitely got a similar call," she said to him. She was starting to wonder if EVERYONE was going to get married before her, even though some had met after her and Ben started seeing each other. "Good for them." She watched as Eve started to dance for her.
"Looks like we get to make a trip to Boston then..." He smirked, figuring now was probably the best time to say what he'd been thinking for the last few days. "How do you feel about one month?" He clarified a bit, turning to look at her, sweetly forgetting all about the topless succubus in front of them the moment his eyes found her. "What I mean is... god knows we have the money between us... let's just pay whatever it takes to hurry everything along. I want to be married to you already."
She smiled at him when he suggested a month. "I think that would be marvelous. Of course, we'll probably get ripped off on things like flowers, but it's not like we can't afford it."
"I'll have Grant call in a few favors the family is owed, that'll get things moving even faster. Would you rather have the wedding here or in New Orleans?" He smirked, the fitting irony of planning his wedding in the middle of a strip club not lost on him. "And who do you want in your bridal party? We're gonna make this thing fittingly grandiose."
"How about New Orleans? Great place to hold a fantastic party," she told him. "Plus, we can pay to fly anyone there who can't afford to pay their own way." So nice to literally be rolling in money. "Hmm...other than most of my band, I'm really not sure about who should be in the bridal party. Got any suggestions?"
"Outside of the girls in your band, only person I can think of for you would be Lydia." He smirked and let out a low laugh then. "Neely's my Best Woman... other than her, I'm planning to have Bretton, Damon, and I need to think of one or two others."
"Obviously Lydia," she said. "Would it be in poor taste to ask Patience if she'd like to be one as well?" Skylar asked with a slight laugh. Ben is a baaad influence, people.
Oh man. Ben cackled there, loud enough to actually draw a few looks from people. "Yeah... although it WOULD be hilarious. I'd rather you invite her to come on the honeymoon, personally." Hey, give Ben SOME credit, at least he took the high road and didn't mention Lydia there...
"Hmm...I think that might anger a certain label mate of mine," she pointed out. "If only she had a better personality to match that body, then we could get along so well. Oh well."
"Like it matters. Nobody's sexier to me than you anyway." He reached over, cupping her chin and looking at her with a mix of love, infatuation... and pure, wanton desire. "From the moment I first met you, I've been obsessed with you. And I always will be."
"Unfortunately I can't say quite the same," she said to him. "But now I'm pretty sure I'm equally obsessed."
"So... New Orleans, hm?" He let that well-known grin overtake his features.. the one that always meant he was up to something. "I'm thinking maybe I'll get to see you at your rowdiest? Because I can't lie: that's a total turn-on."
"Yes, New Orleans. A place where I actually know more people than you," she teased. "I use to live in an apartment above Bourbon Street. I'm not sure you could handle me at my rowdiest."
"Well, it could very well cause me to burst from sheer joy, but other than that? I'm fairly sure I could keep up with you." Oh my. Was that... a challenge?
"I suppose we'll have to see. I can't try to drink you under a table for obvious reasons, but other than that I'm sure it'll be an interesting trip," Skylar said.
"Like a Roth-lover will ever outdo me at anything. Please." He winked, pulling her to him possessively. "Sadly, I'm finding that I want to do completely improper things to you, right here at this table, even though the club is packed."
"Like the club being packed has stopped you before," she pointed out to him even as Eve still danced in front of them.
"Now see... that just sounds more like a challenge to me than anything. Like you're trying to bait me into doing something immoral and giving up my esteemed respectability." And yes, he DID say it with a straight face.
Skylar laughed hard at him saying stuff about his 'esteemed respectability.' Even Eve looked to be holding back a chuckle at that. "I'm sure that there's little I can do to your respectability that you haven't already done yourself," she pointed out.
"Oh, you laugh, woman. I can't have you sullying my innocence now, not after all these years of being chaste." Oh damn. He ALMOST kept a straight face there.
"You were born sullied," Skylar pointed out to him. "You can't even keep a straight face and say that."
"No, seriously... The laughter was just me thinking about ypou arguing that Roth had artistic integrity beyond a good high-kick." See, if there had ever been a couple that enjoyed mock-bickering for the sake of amazing make-up sex more than these two? This mun would love to see them. "But seriously... Tonight, make the calls to whoever you want to handle the wedding. The details could matter less to me. All I care about is that it's fitting to us both, that it does our families proud, and that it ends with you as my wife."
She leaned forward and kissed him. "I'll start making the calls in the morning," she said to him.
"Morning, hm? WhatEVER will we do to pass the time until then?" He asked with a laugh, reaching over to stick a hundred dollar bill in Eve's thong, purposely taking juuuust a little longer than he really needed to.
"I'm sure that we can think of a few things," Skylar said to him with a grin. She had a few specific things in mind actually. "Of course they would require a little privacy."