Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-06-13 13:50:00 |
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Current location: | New Orleans, Bourbon Street |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | brayden bale, mere delany, place: new orleans |
Tearing This Town UP!
Who: Brayden and Mere
Where: New Orleans, Bourbon Street
When: Saturday Night, 6/12, After the wedding
One thing that Mere missed about being a vampire: the ability to not really care about temperature changes. Yes, California was hot, but it didn't have this NASTY SWEATY HEAT going on like Louisiana seemed to. Thankfully, she had the mind to change out of her wedding dress and into something MUCH shorter and tighter. Because it breathed more, obviously. They were surrounded by strip clubs and bars with music wafting out of them on Bourbon Street. Oh yeah, Mere was in her FUCKING MECCA, YO! "Dude, that place has an all nude review!" she squealed, pointing to a strip club with a mechanical leg kicking out of a window.
Brayden had changed as well... because while he handled the heat a little better than most (hey, that constant lycan body heat made it a lot easier to stand, ok?) he still felt the need to look BAD ASS. And a tux wasn't cuttin' it. So he threw on a pair of baggy jeans that hung down low on his hips, a white tank top, and a thick gold rope chain. Ok, so maybe he inadvertently dressed like the chairman of the Kevin Federline Fan Club. But luckily? In this year? Nobody had heard of him yet. So shush. "All-nude? Fuck yes... I love this place, Mere. Seriously."
Because it was summer on a Saturday night, this place was fucking packed. The only way for it to get more packed was for it to be Mardi Gras, but Skylar had more sense that to set her wedding any time during THAT. "Hell yeah, all nude. I did research. Most of these places are all nude," she said over the throngs of people talking and shouting. "Let's go into the one with the leg kicking out!"
"Oh man. I kinda love this fucking town. Why aren't we living here again?" He asked as they walked in, the crowd and music both somehow overwhelming and exciting as hell.
"Because we're both musicians and Sky can tell you that you can't get much of shit done here unless you're a blues or rap musician," Mere pointed out as they walked inside. The smell of people and the sounds of music flooded her senses as she walked inside. The club itself was dark, but Mere could clearly see the dancing naked or near naked figures around the place.
"You know what's terrible? All these naked bitches around, and I still think yer the hottest fuckin' thing here." And sadly, ladies and gents? That was Brayden being romantic.
Which Mere took to be SO romantic as well. Girl was messed up, yo. She looked up at him and gave him a quick, sweet kiss on the lips. "You're so sweet," she said to him. "Now let's pick out a hot one and see if we can convince her to come home with us for the night."
"GOD I love you, woman." He said with a loud laugh, taking her hand and making a beeline for a tall, leggy blonde that looked, frankly, like some alternate reality Chloe that had less sweetness and more skank. Ok, TONS more skank.
Said tall leggy blond was, at the moment, in what was probably supposed to be a Snow White costume, although it actually completely showed her breasts and what little underwear she was wearing at the moment was completely visible. Isn't New Orleans a great town? "Wow, you pick them good," Mere said with a smirk.
"Well duh. I'm with you, right?" And because this was Brayden, "And I still wanna try to nail Abbi McConnell. Girl's fuckin' SMOKING."
"Yeah, good fucking luck there," Mere said as she handed the stripper fifty bucks and motioned for her to get started. "Not that I don't want to hit it, either, but that shit is probably locked up like Fort Knox. She seems the type."
"Yeah... I think if a chick hit on her she'd scream and run away. Funny considering that I've SEEN her mother tending bar here." Oh no. That was when the thought hit him. "Think we'd have a shot at her mom? THAT bitch is HOT."
"Hmm...I might, not you, though," Mere said to him. "Pat doesn't like her to partake of other meat so much, but they'll take another chick into their bed STAT." She grinned. "Plus, Gwen so tapped that to hell. You want to go behind her?" She adored Gwen, but knew Bray had a problem with her.
"True. Although, between us? I'd tap Morrison's ass like I was drillin' for OIL, man." Jesus Christ. "Here, honey..." Bray said with a grin as he shoved a $50 bill into the trashy blonde's thong. "Give my girl here a dance she'll never forget."
"Been there, tapped that," Mere said simply as the girl started to dance and grind for her. "Gotta love the ones that aren't chatty, huh?" she leaned over and said to Brayden as the girl danced for him and didn't talk.
"Really. I mean... their mouths are so much better used for other things. Too bad Van Warren couldn't learn that." Because that's a GREAT way to talk about your bandmate, huh? "And you were with Morrison? Jesus girl... you mighta had more ass than ME."
"I have had more ass than you, babe," she said to him, still smiling. Really, she just knew this. She got around, OK? "I've had more ass than a toilet seat."
"Somehow? I find that makes you ten times hotter. But maybe I'm just fucked in the head." Gee, Brayden. Think so? "So..." And this was a testament to how jaded Brayden was to debauchery. He was having a normal, everyday discussion while a hot, pierced redhead was grinding her naked ass on his chest. "Did you like Mac? She's sort of my best friend. I dunno. It's like she sees something in me nobody else does."
"I do like her," Mere said to him. Well? If he was jaded, she was right back. "She's really sweet. And I see stuff in you as well, and I'm not JUST talking about how well you sex me."
"Yeah, yeah..." He quickly semi-changed the subject. "Let's not ruin my rep. Anyway. I just about got my band reformed in this place..." He meant "time" but, well, he was smart enough to not say that aloud. "I think I got Lucy Van Warren convinced to be my guitarist. Which is like some unknown dipshit off the streets convincing Kirk Hammett to join his band. I was ecstatic."
Mere cackled. "If you need something for rhythm, let me know," she said to him. She knew she was good, but Lucy was like, virtuoso good. Mere was trained while Lucy could just DO IT. That was the difference.
"Please... like you need to be in an assload of bands, babe. I dunno how the VW's do it, other than drinking more coffee than humanly possible." Well. That WAS a good point. "Besides... you gotta have SOME free time... when else am I gonna bang you like a steel drum?" he then pointed to the bartender. "YOU! Tequila shots for me and my girl here, k? Pronto." Nevermind that they were technically underage. Who was goign to turn THESE two down?
Didn't Bray know? NO ONE CARDS ON BOURBON STREET! The bartender quickly got a round of tequila shots for them. "Hmm...good point," she said. "Wouldn't want to spread myself TOO thin, you know."
"Only one way you should be spreadin' yourself, babe." And he left it at that, because frankly? To finish THAT was more classless than even Brayden was usually capable of. He downed his shot with a big grin, slamming it down with a hoot. "...we're gonna tear this fuckin' town to the GROUND, aren't we."
Mere did her shot as well. "Duh," she pointed out about tearing the town to the ground. "We've got A LOT of strip clubs to go to, and a lot of bars to sample before we go back home, you know." And Mere planned on going to every single one of them.