Catherine Baclanova (russian_slayer) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-02-05 09:02:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | bitchy |
Entry tags: | brandon bale, catherine baclanova, place: la |
Have You Been Dancing With the Sugar Plum Fairy, Brandon?
Who: Catherine and Brandon
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday Night
Catherine walked into Avarice, since she had no clue where else she would find Brandon. While it wasn't so much that they were officially dating, she had started hearing some things, and she wanted to figure out exactly where she stood with him. Him flirting with the damn Sugarplum Fairy or whatever she was called was not going to happen if he wanted to see her at all. With her recently dyed blue hair tied back into a ponytail and wearing a long white shirt over a pair of black, torn jeans and bright green sneakers, she looked a little wild, and a little pissed.
As was usual for Brandon, he sat in the club by himself, just writing in his notebook. He took time occasionally to watch people, getting inspiration for his writings from their behavioral patterns. He was dressed, as usual, in all black, his face a stoic mask.
Catherine quickly found Brandon. "Hey, Brandon, how goes it?" she asked, trying to not sound like a crazy person. She really didn't want to come off as a psycho hose beast, but damn if she didn't want some answers.
Broken from his trancelike state, he quickly turned to her, giving her what for him passed for a bright smile. Clearly happy (again, for him) to see her, he reached over and gave her hand a little squeeze. "Catherine... great to see you!"
She gave a small smile to him. "Good to see you. How have things been going to you?" She couldn't help it. He kind of made her melt like butter. Damn it, and she had been feeling righteous fury and everything.
"Strange, really. That's about it. Although I thought you'd want to know I decided to stay here, at least give it a try." Sure, the family gathering thing never really happened: Ben, Baily, and David kind of went shitballs crazy and did it themselves, but still. "I started playing my songs here on open mic night, seeing if maybe I could get a band going or anything."
"I know some musicians, so maybe I can help with that." OK, now for the reason that she came here. "So, been meeting any other new people?"
He nodded, still not really catching her intent here. Brandon was thicker than a brick wall when it came to these matters. "Yeah... I finally made a few friends here, I think, anyway... I met a really good drummer, we've jammed a few times. She's very.... strange. Like a tornado of energy."
"Ah, Sugar Plum Fairy," Catherine said. She knew of her well. A new witch and everything. Not that she was scared of that. Floating pencils really only did so much. "I hear things about her...and you."
He started to chuckle at Catherine's misinterpretation of Chloe's fabled nickname, but then almost choked as she finished the sentence. "ME? And... and CHLOE?" He was visibly trying not to laugh. "As in... together?"
Catherine looked down at the floor. "I just...people say things...I can't help but listen, you know?" She looked back up at him. "I not very experienced in this..." She could barely remember enough English at the moment, so she looked a little frustrated that she couldn't explain it.
"Shhh.. hey..." He reached over, cupping her chin briefly. "Come on, beautiful, calm down..." He felt bad, hearing her usually good grip on English fall apart. He made his voice as soothing as he could. "Chloe's a nice girl. Hell of a drummer. And that's all. I mean, she was flirting up a storm with me, but that's all that happened."
Catherine nodded, taking a deep breath. She felt a lot better now, but still needed to ask something. "I like what you and I seem to have, I don't want it to fall apart."
"I don't either. I mean, I know we've mostly just..." he shrugged, a little embarrassed, "hung out here, but I really enjoy spending time with you."
"I do, too," she said, reaching out to hold his hand for a moment. "This might be forward, but, maybe, you and I could...go out, on a date?"
"I'd love that." He managed a real smile that time, reaching over again to stroke her cheek with his fingertips. "When would you like to go?"
"When would be good for you?" she asked, smiling at him.
"Trust me when I say right this SECOND is good for me. So... anytime you'd like." He caught himself just staring at her, as he realized the girl honestly had no clue how hot she was.
"I think that we can work something out then," Catherine said. Besides, it wasn't like she had to go off and be a Slayer all the time.
Hell, he'd been wanting to do this since the first night they met: he slowly leaned in, and touched his lips to hers, just to gauge her reaction.
Only Catherine would be eighteen and only kissed one boy before this. She leaned in a little, softening her lips and kissing him back.
He let his lips linger on hers sweetly for a few seconds, then slowly pulled away. He wasn't Ben, not by any means, and he wouldn't sit here, trying to make out with her, when he hadn't even taken her out yet.
She smiled at him again when he pulled away. "How about tomorrow night?" she asked.
"Sounds good. We'll avoid this place for once... maybe go to a nice dinner." Sure, he had little in the way of money, but he knew he'd be able to bum some from Ben, even if it meant agreeing to some demeaning work for the next few weeks.
"I would like that," she said to him. She wasn't exactly rolling in dough either, but she got a stipend from both the Council and her parents, so she was doing OK. She could always chip in if he'd let her.