How To Be So Obnoxious Even Your Mun Can't Stand You.
Who: Brayden and Kim Where: Avarice When: Wednesday night
Well well well... it would appear that contrary to popular belief... Brayden and Meredith WERE able to be in seperate places. Tonight, Bray was gettin' his mack on at Avarice (shut UP. He totally had the ok from Mere to hit an any bitches he WANTED, ok?), clad in washed-out jeans, black biker boots, and... a faded, 1980's "LOUDNESS" t-shirt. Yes. He was wearing a Loudness tee. It was meant to be funny. Don't even pretend you remember them.
Kim had come in to hang out and possibly kick ass (b/c she was much stronger than she had any business being, for SOME reason), and saw Brayden in his sad excuse of an 'ironic' outfit, and she busted out laughing. "Seriously Bray," she said as she came up to him. "Can you be any more of a douche? Really?"
"A douche? Me?" He motioned to his shirt and cracked his gum once. Loudly. "Loudness was the shit, man. A hair metal band from Japan that could barely speak English? It doesn't get much better than that, man." He looked her up and down, and whistled with a grin. "Damn, you lookin' FINE, girl."
"Fuck, you are so gross," she said to him. Only he would hit on his own cousin. Well, maybe second cousin or something, she wasn't sure how these exact relations thing worked. Thing was, they shared the same last name, so NO TOUCHIE. "Don't make me sic my girlfriend on you."
"Dude. If Killer wasn't so damn volatile and insane I'd say let's just ALL get it on. That little babe of yours gotta be a FREAK in bed." See... this? Was why sometimes even Brayden's MUN didn't like him.
She slugged him right in the shoulder. "You're lucky you're family or you'd be dead right now," Kim pointed out. "I STILL might tell Courtney you said that and let her maul you in the worst ways possible."
"Yeah right. I'll have Meredith ask her not to in a sweet voice and Killer will melt into a puddle of goo. AND YOU KNOW IT." Ouch. Was that hitting a LITTLE below the belt? Maybe. "Not that I blame her... Mere's a hot piece of ass."
Kim narrowed her eyes at him. "You sure you don't want me to shove my silver ring down your throat for fun?" she asked. "Because you're asking for it."
"Ok, ok... geez. Someone's got no sense of humor." Ok, so even now, he didn't QUITE know when to stop. "Ok, one more question and then I swear I'm done. I've been seriously DYING to know... you dye ALL your hair pink? Seriously... I gotta know."
She rolled her eyes. At least the question defused the situation a little. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she asked. "Which makes you a perv of epic proportions. But I'm SO not telling you one way or another."
"You suck." And then? A smirk. "Oh wait... I guess you DON'T. Shame, seriously. Still... props where they're due. Like I said... Killer's creepy but a seriously hot little thing." And sadly... that was Bray being nice. Sigh. "I'll try not to tease you about Mere though. Believe it or not... I kinda know how you must feel there."
"Really? You, admitting to having feelings other than horniness and occasional bouts of rage? This I've got to hear," Kim said, finally sitting down with him. "Do tell, oh cousin dear."
"Fine. But so help me GOD IN FUCKING HEAVEN... if you tease me even ONCE about this I am never talking to you AGAIN unless it's to piss you off by talking about how badly I'd like to bend you over." He warned, raising an eyebrow in that arrogant way of his.
"FINE," Kim said with a slight huff. "Go ahead and talk and I'll promise to at least TRY to not make fun of you for it." That was really the best he was getting.
"I know you feel like you're Courtney's... consolation gift. That she couldn't get Meredith, so... she's with you. And I feel for you, because it's kind of how *I* feel about HER." There it was. He looked away, unable to even meet her eyes then. Seriously... Bray rarely opened up to anyone, other than Skylar and SOMETIMES Brandie.
"I'm a badass consolation prize then," she pointed out. OK, so she DID feel like that sometimes. Whatever. She tended to bury that deep within her. "Do you really? She still sweating Court's dad like a fat bitch over a piece of fudge cake?" Oh yeah, class, your name is Kim Bale.
"Yeah. And thanks for the sensitivity. I could gut him like a fucking FISH, especially NOW... and yet, there's something about him that I know I'll never be better than in her mind." Fuck. He was ready to clam up again. He could feel it.
"First loves will fuck with a person's head, yo," Kim said simply to him. "They like, get in there and burrow in and leave scars and shit." She shook her head. "It's fucked up for sure."
"You can sit there and act like it doesn't bother you, but I know better. And now I feel like an ass for even trying to talk about this shit." He did, too. Damn.
"Hey, I was being serious," she pointed out. That was just kind of the way she talked, OK? "And maybe I don't like talking about shit that bothers me, OK?" She wasn't the type to open up about that kind of stuff often.
"And I do? There's reasons I act like an oversexed jackass all the time, you know. You really think anyone's REALLY this bad 24/7, girl? Really?" Hrm. A valid point, hm? Brayden smirked and shook his head. "I just figured we had something in common here."
"Fine, we do, but what's the point of worrying about it?" she asked him. "You can't like, use a power drill and remove feeling from a person, you know?" She flagged down a waitress and ordered a drink. Yeah, she wasn't sure if she could handle talking this shit and not be drunk while doing it. "I know it sounds hard, but you just got to move past it. It's not like she's sitting in a corner mourning the fact that she's not with Darth Vadar Junior, right?"
"Right. I get that. But it digs away at me, knowing that if he suddenly wised up and dropped Van Warren, and told Meredith he wanted her and ONLY her..." ugh... he HATED admitting this. "That I'd probably be single immediately."
"Because I don't have a hot little piece of ass girlfriend that shows that it will never happen," Kim pointed out. "I mean, your mom is pregnant with you now, so Court's gonna be born at some point." And she didn't think they were going to be doing that threesome thing again. And yes, she did know about that. She just had the sense to not mention it to either Court or Bray, although it *would* dim Mere in her heart a little...
Nah! Anyways. "Lucky for you he's apparently a fucking idiot," she said with a shrug. "Plus, for all you know, she might actually fully love your ass. Who can tell?"
"Right." Yeeaaah, that was about enough of that for now. Seriousness? Was tough for Bray. "Anyway. Speaking of Killer... damn. Her mom? HOT. Seriously. She's gonna try playing with us, which is fucking awesome... but it's gonna be hard not just STARING at her. Mere wasn't kidding... chick is SMOKIN'."
Kim shook her head. Yeah, seriously was not going to last very long with these two. "I'm trying to refrain from lusting after my girlfriend's mom, thanks. Somehow, if I did, I have the feeling that Court would somehow learn about it with psychic powers or something.
"Fuck that. I got no problem admitting I'd WRECK that chick. Seriously." Hell, he'd likely tape it and mail it to Ash with "Fuck You" written on it.
Actually, the idea of that was hilarious, although Brayden would likely DIE after doing it. "Right...but I'm sure you'd rather live through the experience."
"The day Kowalski thinks he can take me... I say bring that shit on. I'd love to beat his ass." Uh-oh. "I'm so sick of it. Mere thinks he's so great, Mac just thinks he's the fuckin' bee's knees... he's just a pale, whiny, skinny little BITCH."
Kim somehow managed to not snarf the drink that she had been sipping at since the waitress had been so KIND as to bring it over. OK, so she also didn't know about Ash's draining, which meant that Bray actually probably COULD kick his ass now. What? Kim just didn't keep up with this shit, OK? "Dude, you got issues," she said to him.
"No shit, Sherlock." He snorted, looking around before almost gasping as he saw a petite redhead in a miniskirt, with a nose and lip ring. Ok, so maybe he shared some likings with his mun. "Oh DAMN. Now... THAT is a hot little thing right there..."
"So, you can chase skirt all you want to, but Mere can swing from a good meat pole?" Kim asked. "You're a pig and a half."
"Hey now. Mere's allowed to get all the pussy SHE wants, too. I'm not a total skeez. Besides, SHE'S the one who didn't want me changing who I was." Well? IT WAS TRUE!
"And you're changing just a little of who she is," Kim said with a shake of her head. "Like I said, pig." Not that she really cared. She just liked making fun of him.
"You know, Kim? I think I know why I want you to blow me so bad. Because it'll shut you UP." Oh DAMN. "Seriously, girl. Shut up with that shit."
"Yeah, you just wish I would," she said. "Women aren't just for you to fuck and tell to shut the fuck up. One day you might actually learn that."
"But sometimes they LISTEN. And it's a beautiful thing. Like Karissa. When she just shuts up and fucks, she's almost tolerable." Oh my GOD, did Brayden honestly ever LISTEN to himself?
"Have you ever heard yourself talk?" Kim asked. "Really? I'd shove a silver spike up your ass right now if I thought it would actually do you any good." She smirked. "But you've got a girlfriend now who will do all that weird shit we all KNOW you like to you, so you don't have to fantasize about your own cousin doing it anymore."
"As long as you did it to HER too, I don't think she'd mind, you know..." He really NEVER quit. "I tell you I was trying to nail Rissa's aunt? Dawn? I need to get back on that. Now THAT was a project."
"Yeah, because Buffy's sister wouldn't play nice and NOT kill your ass," Kim said with a laugh. "Really? Were you born with a sense of decency and it eroded away, or were you just born without that gene?"
"I like to think I'm like the Deluxe version of my father. All the charm, none of the pesky conscience." Sadly? That was about it, too. Ben was a horndog, but knew how to keep it in check. Brayden had a heart... but mostly? He was a fucking PIG.
"Yeah, and your dad settled down with the wifey," Kim pointed out. "Who knows? Maybe you'll get all tamed and lay at Mere's feet like a puppy one of these days, too." Fat fucking chance, but who could actually predict the future?'
"You know? That'll be enough." He laughed, standing up, eyes still locked on that little redhead. "I think I'm gonna go see if that little morsel wants to have some fun with me and my girl."
"Yeah, you go do that," Kim said with a slight laugh. Maybe she'd get lucky and see Bray get rejected. It would be hilarious, if unlikely to happen.