hot_guitarist (hot_guitarist) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-05-26 15:11:00 |
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How on Earth Are These Two Friends?
Who: Jack and Chloe
Where: Avarice
When: May 21, Evening
Jack sat at the bar in Avarice, feeling a bit...well, confused might be the best word for it. The one woman to ever have a true effect on him was the one woman that he couldn't figure out. Now, he didn't doubt that she cared for him. It was trying to figure out if she'd stick around for him, or if she'd take off to parts unknown to 'protect him.' That was an idea that he REALLY hated. So, in an effort to not think about it at the moment, he was drinking a beer (his forth, thanks for asking) and trying to drive worries out of his mind.
"Jack honey? If ya don't slow down, yer gonna BLEED beer, because it's gonna be in your VEINS. So slow it down, okieday?" Chloe walked over to the table then, having been trying to keep an eye on him from her previous spot at the bar. She was all dolled up (as per usual, natch) in a jade green Prada dress with plunging cleavage, and a slit straight up to her hip, leaving those legs just (as she liked) the focal point of the outfit. The blonde stood there, hands on her hips, and tsk'ed. "I know things are crappy for us both right now, but you know what? That's when ya turn to friends. So there."
Jack looked at her for a moment, silently saying to himself 'don't think impure thoughts' and failing miserably. In his defense, well, look at what she was wearing! "I already bleed alcohol, Sugar Fairy," he said to her. "Crappy for you?" That was new to him. "Sorry to hear about your friend being in the hospital." Was that it?
Yeaaahhh, that was pretty much it. "Thanks, Jack. Chelle's... she's tough. She's gonna be ok. She has to be." And that? Was that. Chloe would NOT entertain any other thoughts there. "But Kevin's kinda freaked out about it, and Lucy's sort of in denial over it.... we're all putting up brave fronts but... it doesnt look good, Jack. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT." Uh-oh. That tone? The pitch? It looked like Hyper!Chloe was about to make another appearance. "How's it feel to have your little girl back, huh? PRETTY FREAKIN' AWESOME, I bet!"
Jack starred at her for a beat. He was always immediately reminded of her age when Chloe opened her mouth. Not necessarily a bad thing, but enough to tame the beast inside. "I'm sure she'll be fine," he said finally. "I like having Mere back to what she should be. I certainly wouldn't call her a 'little' anything, though." No need to kid ourselves there, folks.
"Ok, ok... so been there done that got the t-shirt. STILL." Chloe rambled cutely, plopping down in the chair next to him, crossing her legs in a way that let ANYONE in the general area know just who the hottest thing here was. Then? She made an adorably pouty face and poked him lightly in the tip of the nose. "YOU are no fun anymore. You used to flirt and say funny things and be all kindsa fun to hang with, but now you're kinda being Mr. Poutypants. And I can't have that now, can I?"
"Why am I not surprised to hear that?" Jack asked about the first part she said. Nothing surprised him about Mere, anymore, because, well, she had kind of been taught by the best, and she didn't have the so-called 'pesky' barrier of heterosexuality that limited her choices like he did. A slight, devious smile crossed his face when she said the second part, and he swiveled in his chair so that he was directly facing her. "So, you're saying that you WANT me to hit on you?" he asked. He could EASILY fulfill that request. He was just trying (and failing) to be a good guy.
"Well duh!" She said, rolling her eyes as if that was common sense. "I may be taken, but I ain't DEAD, Jack! What gal wouldn't wanna be hit on by the hottest guy here? Besides, when we flirt it's FUN. And nothing comes of it but talk, so where's the harm? No Nica wanting to stab you with a pen, no Louise wanting to tear my throat out. It's all good!"
"Sure...where's the harm," he agreed slowly, taking another sip of his beer. "Since there's no harm in it, why don't I buy you a drink while I'm at it. Whatever you want." Like any bartender would say no to HIM.
"My usual then, CJ!" The blonde called over to the bartender... who then brought her a two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew. With no glass. Holy SHIT. "Thanks, JD!"
So not what he was thinking. "You are an incredibly strange woman, Chloe," he pointed out, flagging down CJ for his fifth beer. Jack's liver hated his guts, by the way. Both literally and figuratively.
Cutely enough? Chloe NEVER drank. Ever. Sugar and caffeine were her drugs of choice. She cracked that plastic bottle open and just started gulping from it. "So... you happy to have Ash outta yer hair finally?" She asked innocently enough, not quite realizing that really? He probably hated Brayden more than ASH.
"Her newest choice makes me wish she was a lesbian," he said bluntly, all but grabbing the bottle from CJ and taking a big gulp from it. Yeah, he actually DID hate Brayden more than Ash, although he truly didn't like Ash, either. Wasn't it sad that he preferred the ancient VAMPIRE to any of the rest?
"There is TOO much of that girl to keep to one gender, JD, and you KNOW it." Chloe giggled, nodding with sage wisdom. "And yeah... Brayden wants my sister to be in his band, which sort of... scares me? But hey, if he tries anything, I'm fairly sure Ash would set him on fire, so... no worries there. OH HEY!" She said loudly, all grins again. "I TOTALLY FORGOT! I brought candy!" Yeah. That was the big deal. She had friggin' candy. Sigh. She pulled a piece of choclate from her purse, excitedly handing one to Jack. "Chocolate makes EVERYTHING better. It's like sex, just without the penetration and the stickiness afterward."
"Doesnt mean a father can't wish," he pointed out. And no one had ever given him anything resembling a nickname before, so that made him smile. (His birth certificate actually said Jack and the only other names he had been called where ones he didn't repeat too often.) He took the candy from her and said, "If you're feeling sick after sex, you're doing it wrong. I can give you and your girlfriend a few pointers if you need them." He grinned.
"I said STICKINESS, not SICKNESS, ya big doof. Ya been in front of too many woofers in your life, old man!" She laughed sweetly, winking at him. She pulled a candy cane from her purse (which really, was like Marge Simpson's hair, only with limitless candy), and unwrapped it. "If it helps? This is the happiest I've seen her in a while. And now I don't have to to kick her butt for foolin' around with my sister. I swear she's trying to bag everyone's kid sisters. Mine, Skylar's... jeez!"
"Cant blame a man for hearing what he wants," Jack joked. No it wasn't the years of loud music making him go deaf like Pete Townsend, not at all! "And Mere just has good, if occasionally illegal taste in women is all. Not like she forced herself on anyone." Jack now checked ID before any sort of entanglement since a few disasterous occasions of angry fathers and shotguns.
"Oh, I know. That's why I didn't say anything to her. Lucy's a doofus like me, but she's a smart kid. So's Lydia, really." Without really thinking, Chloe ended up doing Skylar's favorite party trick, that being the deep-throating of the candy cane. Needless to say? Several males dropped their drinks right then. "I like you, JD. You're like... this free, devil-may-care dude. You're like the Anti-Pat.
Jack kept his face neutral, but inwardly he was wondering if he could her to deep throat anything else...FUCK bad thoughts!!! He blinked, trying to chase those images away. Among all the other BAD reasons why he should never touch Chloe, band entanglements never ended well. Just ask Fleetwood Mac (not that he'd listen to them but he knew the story). "Pat's a good guy. He just doesn't know how to take advantage of a giving situation."
Oh DAMN did Chloe burst out laughing there. She had a good idea of what he meant, there. "Coming from someone who's crushed on Skylar for years now, I get that. He's had SO many gorgeous gals... I'da kept 'em like a harem or something. Not that, you know, I've put any thought into that or anything..." She whistled innocently there, rolling those eyes with a blush.
"Well I freely admit to putting thought into it." Jack Delany, professional lech everyone. And usually even proud of it. "Even so, the only one of his girls I was ever afraid of was Iris." Yeah, the perfectly normal one, ladies and gents. "Iris is the reason you don't mess with Texas. She might ACTUALLY hit you with a frying pan. Nice ass though."
"Iris is VERY easy on the eyes, I'll give ya THAT." While she didn't like the crap Iris and Patience had pulled at their show, Chloe had a sense of humor about the whole thing by this point. Plus? Iris was a good customer at the Shack. "I'm still convinced she and Skylar are gonna have a Jerry Springer catfight at some point. If it happens? You bring the popcorn, I'll bring the soda."
"I'll bring the popcorn," Jack said. "I'll also be selling tickets to that if it ever happens, though. I know a lot of people that would be VERY willing to pay for that, as long as we involve jello as well."
".....can I eat some of it first?" She asked sheepishly. "I love Jello." Chloe, ladies and gents. The one and only.
Jack snorted. "You can bring your own bowl to eat while you watch," he said to her.