hot_guitarist (hot_guitarist) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-06-23 21:54:00 |
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Interesting Bedfellows...
Who: Rachelle and Jack
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday Evening, 6/23
Rachelle was, frankly, a little nervous right now. This was her first time out of the apartment since coming home from the hospital. Granted, it was literally just walking downstairs... but even being at Avarice was a little weird after being in a hospital bed for so long. She didn't even try getting dolled up or anything tonight, just wanting comfort. She wore jeans shorts, Chuck Taylors, a Red Sox t-shirt, and matching cap, turned backwards. She sat down gingerly at the bar, her wounds ALMOST healed but still extremely tender. She'd ordered just a glass of iced tea, which she took with an appreciative grin as it was handed to her.
Jack was actually just down the bar from her and drinking...get this...something non-alcoholic. Maybe the things that Natalie and Pat had actually gotten through to him? If everyone wasn't sure that they were on the brink of an apocalypse before, they obviously were now. When he did glance at Rachelle, he slid down the bar. "Good to see that you're up and about," he said to her simply. They didn't KNOW each other, per say, but they knew of each other because they shared the very close connection of Mere.
Chelle held up her drink in salute and chuckled. "From one budding rock star to another, thanks. How ya been, Jack?" She really had only met him in professional manners, such as when Suicide Messiah opened for Broken Sunrise... but considering Mere was his daughter, AND he was close friends with Chloe... hey, he couldn't be too bad, right?
He was a lot less bad than his reputation led others to believe, apparently. "Been OK, actually," he said to her. "Been a little confused in the love life department, but that seems to be a disease that goes around a lot." He chuckled. "Well, except for you, of course."
"Whoa whoa whoa." Chelle actually snorted there. LOUDLY. "You fuckin' kiddin' me, dude? The girl I just married is possibly a bigger pussy hound than YOU, and unintentionally put me through the emotional ringer roughly a gajillion times before I finally got her hot little ass to calm down. So I feel you. Trust me."
"I meant now, darlin'," he said to her. "And I put myself here, so I can't even blame falling in love with the wrong type of person." To be technical, 'he' was the wrong type of person, but whatever. "So, how are you doing, really?"
"Really?" Hey... he wanted honestly, right? "I feel like someone who just took a steel pole through the stomach. Imagine that." She actually winced there, kind of catching herself. She'd promised herself she'd stop using bitchiness as a shield. "Ok, sorry 'bout that. I... feel useless, actually. I feel like a frail-ass human among a bunch of superpeople. One who's just gonna be a liability and get everyone hurt. And now one who can't even give my wife one of the few things she said she dreamed of: seeing me pregnant. So... overall? I kinda feel like shit, dude."
He made a face. "Sorry about that." Especially since, if we're honest, there are probably plenty of half-siblings to Mere running about. "And I understand the feeling about being around superpeople. My uh...my ex is a vampire as well." He still wasn't sure what to call Louise, for that matter.
"See? You get it then. I just get so afraid that one day, Neely's gonna meet some like... some other superperson, and decide that she needs someone who's her equal, you know? And it's stupid, because I know she loves me. But you can't control what goes through your mind..." Clearly, the run-in with Abaddon had fucked with her self-confidence.
"I definitely understand not being able to control what goes through your head," Jack said to her. "I'll tell you this much. If she wanted a person like her, supernaturally wise, anyway, then she'd be with one. She seems to really love you, though. I hate saying 'don't worry about it' but, well, don't." The sage wisdom of Jack speaks again.
"Thanks, man... hey, hang on." She turned then, to the bartender, and shouted over. "YO! Wanna turn on ESPN for me? I wanna see how bad of an epic ass-kicking the Cubs are taking. I'm betting the Braves are all but wiping their asses with them by this point." She turned back to Jack and smirked. "I love being in a band with your kid, by the way. She's a bad-ass."
"Mere is...Mere is something, ain't she?" Yeah, eloquent there, Jack. "Actually, it's hard to describe her sometimes. She's great, though." He was actually really proud of her, even if her taste in men sucked, according to him.
"I wanna get to know her better. We've really only hung out OUTSIDE of the band like... once or twice. But I know Chloe and Skylar just adore the fuck outta her, and considering they're my two best friends..." She shrugged a little there, sipping at her tea before wincing. "Fuck. Still getting some minor pains sometime. This sucks."
"At least you're not stuck in a wheel chair," Jack said. "Mere took a stake from a stake gun right here." He pointed to his abdomen just to the right of his belly button. "The doctor wouldn't let her walk aroudn on her own for weeks."
"Oh DAMN. Now that hadda smart..." She smirked, straightening up a bit. "Technically? I really shouldn't be up and about yet. But I'm literally DOWNSTAIRS from where I live, and I got tired of being cooped up."
"At least it was only one," he said simply. "And I can understand feeling cooped up." Apparently these two could understand each other more than anyone would have guess, huh? "As long as you aren't out there dancing up a storm I'm sure you'll be OK."
"Dancing? Me?" Chelle cracked up, shaking her head furiously. "You got a better shot at seein' the Easter Bunny come bouncin' out in this bitch than seeing me DANCING."
He laughed. "Sorry, for some reason that conjured a picture of you dancing around wearing bunny ears in my head." He had no idea why, though. Apparently his mind went retarded when he didn't drink. Go figure.
Rachelle actually gave that thought for a few moments before responding. "Bunny ears? Nah. Not my thing. Maybe some Stormtrooper armor or something. OOH! Maybe a sexy sort of baseball uniform or something. Yeah. But bunny ears? No way. Neely could pull it off though... bitch LOOKS like she could be a Playboy Bunny."
"Guess you'll have to save those plans for Halloween, though," he said to her with a slight smirk. Maybe bunny ears had popped in his head because it was the absolute last thing that he ever pictured her wearing. Who knew?
"Dude. TRUST me. When Halloween comes? I'll be rockin' my new form-fitting Boba Fett armor. I'ma be the sexiest mu'fuckin' bounty hunter EVER." She said this as if there were others out there. Jesus. "So, is McConnell's wife as much of a character as she seems when she's working here? She and my Neely are always chatting it up in here... and now Neels is hanging with her brother like ALL the time."
"Patience is actually a nice girl," Jack said. "Got a mouth on her that would make a sailor blush, but a nice girl none the less." He made a face at the mention of Ash, though. "Ash and I...well, that's complicated."
"Hey... don't matter none to me. I barely know the guy. I just know he cares about Neely. He put himself through hell to heal me...." she rolled her eyes and sighed, just KNOWING (thanks to the twins) where this was gonna lead. "Because he didn't want to see Neely unhappy."
"Yeah, he's all about the big gestures," Jack said. "He turned Mere...well, he made her human again." It was the every day living that Jack wasn't sure if Ash was any good at.
"Yeah... well... for some reason Neely adores the little weirdo. I call him Mini-Morrisey." She smirked, finishing her drink. "So I heard you and Natalie McGuiness have been chattin' a lot..." Hey. This was Rachelle. "...you hit that yet?"
"Actually, that's not a bad thing to call him," Jack admitted. When she said the next part, he nearly chocked on the soda that he was drinking. Yeah, he talked that way, but he wasn't used to others talking that way to them, unless they were his daughter, which was a lot weirder than he realized. "Actually, no. I don't want to be castrated by said ex," he admitted.
"Damn. Because that bitch is SMOKIN'." Yeah. This WAS a girl talking. Was it possible that Chelle was even more crass than Mere? "I'd do shit to her that would make a porn star go 'daaaaaaamn'."
He laughed, inwardly thinking that her and Mere did need to hang out more often. Him and Chelle, too, for that matter. "I'm actually trying to make something normal of this," he admitted. "I don't meet women that I can just talk to all that often, present company excluded." Well, he met few women that he could actually SLEEP with that he could also talk to all that often, anyway.
"Hell... I'm more like a guy with a vag, really." Pfft. Yeah. Because she didn't have a completely rockin' bod or anything.
"Best looking guy I've seen," Jack said to her. What? Like he couldn't admire, after all. He'd have to be blind to not notice.
"Well... heh. Thanks. I guess having epic boobs doesn't hurt sometime." She replied with a snicker, cupping them briefly. "They've gotten me more attention than I've probably deserved quite a few times."
He chuckled. "You say that like its a bad thing," he commented. Once again, he was a guy deep down, and couldn't help but notice that, even if she wasn't attracted to men, he was certainly at least physically attracted to her.
"Hey, it's not a bad thing at all. As every single guy or girl I've ever been with has made very clear to me." She snorted, realizing that sometimes? Girls were just as piggish as guys.
"And here I was thinking that you were only into girls," Jack said. Damn, if only he had found her before Neely, huh? Still, she was with who she was supposed to be with. He just needed to figure out who the hell HE was supposed to be with.
"Nah. Funny enough? Pre-Neely, I had only been with one or two chicks. She's just... DAMN. Have you met her, dude? Seriously. EPIC hotness." Cutely, Chelle actually fanned herself a little there. "Blonde, petite, perfect little ass..."
"Because that's what I need in my mind, YOUR WIFE'S perfect little ass," Jack joked, laughing. "Besides, once you go Bale, you don't come back from the dark side."
"You really don't. It's like a sickness." She joked, that crooked little smirk creeping onto her face. "Maybe YOU need to find a Bale woman."
He laughed again. "There's enough of them to go around, aren't there?" he asked, then shook his head. "I've got two to chose between, because I don't think either want to share." Especially not Louise. "Not sure if I want to throw another into the mix."
"Well, if ya do? Seriously... Neely's cousin Baily? YOWZA. Bitch is hotter than a pot of boiling water." That right there? Was about as poetic as Chelle got, people.
That just made Jack laugh. "Isn't she like, Mere's age?" he asked. He actually wasn't sure, since he'd never really gotten the chance to interact with her. "Plus, she's with someone, and I'm past breaking up relationships." Of course, he had pissed off more than one boyfriend (and one or two girlfriends) in his lifetime.
"Yeah, I hear that. Besides, I got the hottest one of all of them, and anyone goes NEAR her, I'll cut a bitch like OJ, man." She nodded with a hilarious serious glare. "So... once Skylar pops out Mini-Ben, we all gotta play some shows together, man."
"I'm sure that Ben already has plans for us to do so," Jack said. He was fairly certain that they would be touring together once Skylar stopped getting pregnant every five minutes, you know?
"She gotta get her tubes tied or something though. She has too many more and she's just gonna start beamin' them out like on Star Trek or something." Oh no. The mun could feel a facepalm coming on here. "Seriously. For BEN'S sake. She wouldn't want it to get to be like throwin' a hot dog down a hallway or anything..."
Jack made a face. Seriously, Skylar was probably the one woman EVER that he didn't want to bed in some way, so he didn't like picturing her 'hallway' so to speak. "I'm sure they'll do something after this one," he said. "Besides, Slayers bounce back a lot better than most." Well, he figured anyway, since she dropped all the weight in like a month.
"True. Hopefully werewolves got mad metabolism too, man. Because I want Neels to have that rockin' bod till we're old and frail." Because clearly, that was what mattered, Rachelle. "Man... once I'm back to 100%, me and you gotta go get ripped together some night. I need more drinking buddies."
"I need more drinking buddies, too," Jack admitted. "Everyone's trying to get me to cut back." He help up the glass he was drinking to show that he was trying. "Of course, I'm sure my liver wants that to happen as well." Stupid needy liver.
"Dude. Livers are overrated. Give me booze, baseball, and bitches. The three B's I need to survive." She grinned smugly with a little shrug.