Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-05-03 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, patience kowalski, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Yep, They're a Classy Couple
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: Avarice
When: Friday, April 30th
Neely and Rachelle had finally come home from their honeymoon and what better way for Neely to celebrate that then … being down in Avarice. Well, okay. She and Rachelle had sex first, then she came down to have a few drinks. She was currently clad in hip-hugging dark blue jeans and a black cut-off shirt, which exposed her taut pale little tummy and she had, likely? One of the goofiest grins on her face ever. She was presently talking it up with Patience, and while the (current!) redhead couldn't drink (yes, she was now six months pregnant), that didn't mean that she couldn't poke fun. Or, y'know. Share Honeymoon stories.
"Oh, come on, his dick can't be that big," Neely said with a laugh as she took a swig of her beer. Usually she wouldn't even have discussed the male organ (penis!), but, she’d had a few drinks and that definitely loosened her tongue.
"Oh sugar-tits, if anything, I'm just selling him short," Patience replied with a grin.
When Rachelle finally made her way down to the club (hey, she had to clean herself up AND make herself look halfway decent!), having decided on cut-off jeans shorts, knee-high Docs, and a Megadeth tank-top, her hair in pigtails and with a Cubs cap thrown on backward, she smirked when the first thing she heard outside of the music was Neely, being rather loud about... the peen? Well. There's something she thought she'd never hear. Alcohol, it was a motherfucker, hm? She walked over to the bar, and raised a brow at Patience. "You, dear, are a horrible influence on my wife. And that is saying something monumental when you think about it." She kissed Neely on the cheek and looked at them both. "And if he's that huge, you gotta loan him to us sometime. Well, ok, to ME. Neely? She ain't so much for the peen. Unless it belongs to her pseudo-boyfriend, that is." Oh, WHY did Chelle love teasing Neely about Ash so much? Why?
Patience circled a halo around her head and gave Rachelle a cheeky grin. She loved her discussions with Neely, since they didn't seem to hold anything back. For her part? Neely gave ‘Chelle a cute little scowl, "He can't have you, and nah uh! Yer mine." She quickly added: "If you mention Ash in that context again? This?" She did a game-show hostess hand-waving gesture, up and down her taut little body, "You're not touching for a week." Patience was trying desperately not to laugh at this point.
Chelle offered a wry smirk and looked to Patience. "She's so defensive of her little Emo Boy... no wonder you two get along so well. Anyway... I think you're bluffing, but frankly? I ain't willing to chance it. So no more jokes about you and Mini-Morrisey."
"Yeah, that’s it," Patience replied with a smirk, before wandering off to serve the next customer.
Poor girl wasn't going to work much longer, although she was likely to get larger. Three more months and she'd likely be big as a planet, or something larger. "Good girl," Neely replied, before giving Rachelle a sloppy smooch. Okay, so she might have had a few shots. Whut? "So, what's on the agenda for this evening, Mrs. Martin-Bale?"
"Well, sadly, I think my best friend would hate me forever if I suggested we drag Patience upstairs and ride her like a pony, so... I won't suggest that..." She smirked and playfully smacked the blonde on the side of the hip. "What, you decided I couldn't be the only one to get smashed?"
"Pfft, please. Even if there's love lost, there's no denying the hotness factor," Neely smirked, before giving Rachelle a nice little love bite. "And... potentially? I like to think that you inspired this," she grinned.
"I inspired it? That scares me in a way. Do tell." The redhead snickered, sitting down next to her more-than-tipsy spouse(!). "Because this? I have to hear."
Oh God. Neely swiveled in her seat and pulled Rachelle into her lap. "You just showed me how fun it could be. And look!" Of all things, she did jazz hands, "it is!"
"Well, admittedly, getting good and ripped IS fun occasionally..." She had to admit with a snort, "Just don't make a habit of it, ok? Because I don't wanna have to be the responsible one. That could only end in flames and tragedy."
Neely snorted (yes, they'd inherited a lot of habits from each other, hadn't they?) and shook her head, "Naw, baby. I'm just blowing off steam. Promise."
"Ok. Juuust making sure. Cuz everyone loves the funny alcoholic, but nobody wants to be married to it. Look at Morrison." Oh, DISS. "So, you almost ready to head back upstairs? Now that you're all drunk, I wanna take advantage of you and your innocent self."
Neely actually made a face at the mention of Gwen, since yes, they had done horrible things to each other. Although! This was before Neely and Rachelle were a couple, so it was okay! "What? You don't want to get a little stupid with me? Just once? Nooo alcoholism, I swear."
"Ok, ok... just this once..." Chelle said, having needed all the convincing Frank The Tank needed in 'Old School'. Thankfully, Patience must not have heard the comment about her BFF, otherwise forget getting drunk.. there'd likely be a girl-on-girl fight here. "Lemme show you how this shit's done."
Luckily Patience was out of ear shot, up until the point Neely yelled out: "Woman! Beer and tequila shots! I'm about to drink my wife under the table!"
Patience looked at the newly married couple, and damn if she couldn't help but say: "Sure. As long as I join you both later." She winked and set the drinks in front of the pair. She was joking, right?
"Yeah. Get drunk while yer preggers, babe. Classy. No wonder..." she cut herself off from saying 'you're such good friends with Gwen', due to not wanting to get in a fistfight with one of Neely's few seemingly good friends. "No wonder you're so made of AWESOME."
"Jesus Christ on a popsicle stick," Patience murmured, before having the decency(!) to stop from saying anything untoward and waving a hand airily, giving the couple a wide berth. Fucking CJ could handle them (Rachelle) from that point.
"Must you alienate everyone?" Neely joked, before licking the back of Rachelle's hand and adding salt. What? Why not?
"I need to work on that verbal-filter thing, huh." Chelle said with an apologetic grin. "Sorry baby. At least I didn't punch her, right?" Hey, come on... they could joke about it at this point!
Neely rolled her eyes but fortunately she was too drunk to get pissy, and instead gave Rachelle a wedge of lemon with a wink, "Pop this between your teeth, mm?" Since if they were going to get drunk? She was damn sure they were going to have fun doing it.
"You just wanna shut me up..." Chelle grumbled, although she listened dutifully. Hey, what was marriage if not learning to be bossed around, hm?
"Baby, you act like you've never had a tequila shot the proper way." Neely smirked and lifted Rachelle's hand before licking up that trail of salt and the quickly downing her tequila shot, before finishing by sucking the lemon wedge between Rachelle's lips.
Leave it to Chelle to be completely turned on by that little display. "Wow. Yeah. And shut up, ok? I'm just mostly a beer kinda gal. Geez." Ok, so she was TRYING to seem indignant... it just wasn't working. Reaching over, she just did hers the old-fashioned way: grabbing the shot glass and pounding that sonuvabitch down.
"Thank God I have a little something extra in my genes, woman," Neely smirked before adding, "Otherwise I don’t think I could keep up." She was actually honest there, believe it or not.
"Baby... you wanna see something superhuman? Forget your family, or our... weird-ass friends. You're coming to watch the Super Bowl with me, my dad, and my brothers this year. It's like Christmas, only with swearing, booze, and shit getting broken. You haven't SEEN superhuman until you've seen how much beer me and my dad can pound down."
"Fuck, I shouldn't find that so hot, should I?" Neely replied with a smirk, before leaning in and giving Rachelle's neck a good bite and taking in her scent. "I wish I'd talked to them more during the wedding. Your dad is a fucking sweetheart. Seriously."
"Heh. Pops is a good guy. I ever tell you about my senior prom?" Oh, was she grinning like an idiot here. You just KNEW this was gonna be a good one.
Neely flagged down for another shot and raised an eyebrow at Rachelle, since she wanted to take it like the first one: "Noooo, I don't think you did. Tell me," she grinned.
Rachelle hammered down two more shots, one after the other, then looked back at Neely. "So... my friend Craig took me. Now, keep in mind, this wasn't really a date. We were just both single, and we'd been friends for like, 11 years. He'd been over my house like, a zillion times. So he comes to pick me up, and Pops pulls him aside, and in his nicest, calmest tone, says to him , 'if my little girl comes home crying, hurt, or pregnant, I swear to God I'll hit you so hard they'll be finding teeth in your shit for three weeks. Have a nice evening.'. That's my dad."
One of Neely's eyebrows shot up at that, but god love her, she couldn't help it but laugh. "And what did he say about me?" She asked, before doing the same thing as before, licking up the salt, taking the shot, and sucking the lemon. Mm, yummy.
"Oddly? He laughed, and told me that if I'm gonna marry someone as stubborn and tactless as I am, I better know what the hell I'm doing." She smirked, shivering a little at the lick. "I think it's an unspoken agreement: he doesn't threaten you, and I don't make him think about what we do in our spare time, thus ruining any love of lesbian porn he might still have."
Neely actually giggled at that (Yes, she'd had quite a few drinks before Rachelle arrived, thank you very much) and took a swig of her beer. "Sounds like a fair arrangement to me," she murmured, before sliiiding her hands under Rachelle's jean shorts, cupping her ass. "Still, believe it or not, I look forward to it."
"....I still say you have to surprise my brothers by playing football with us sometime and just tackle the SHIT out of one of them with that Supergirl strength of yours. I'd giggle for HOURS." Because clearly, that whole 'power and responsibility' speech of Spider-Man's was totally understood by Rachelle.
"Okay, you get to pick which one," Neely replied with a smirk. "Unless one or all of them piss me the fuck off on the day – then all bets are off."
"You smell like booze." Chelle pointed out with a little poke to the blonde's forehead. "Sickly, I find it kinda hot. I think I'ma DO you."
"'Course you are," Neely smirked, raising that slender eyebrow of hers. "How could you resist?"
"I don't wanna get TOO liquored up here..." The redhead said with a little giggle. "I wanna do awful, impure things to ya. And it's hard to do that when I'm falling over drunk. Anyone remember my last encounter with Public Drunkenness?"
"Mm, you about propositioned half the people in the room," Neely teased. "And you miiiight have fallen on your face. Okay, you've proven your point. Let me take you home so I can fuck you in new and exciting ways, hm?"
"I like the sound of that. Plus, you didn't call me 'Jugs' while asking, so points in your favor there too." She snorted and laughed as she stood. "Let's go home, baby."
"Puh-leaze, like I'd ever call you that," Neely replied with a smirk, before standing and remarkably steadily leading Rachelle back upstairs.