Baily Bale (baily_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-02-05 09:27:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | baily bale, pat mcconnell, place: la |
Demented Chatting in the Bar
Who: Baily and Pat
Where: Avarice
When: Thursday Afternoon
With the whole ordeal of seeing Iris' ghost still fresh in his mind, Pat mentally thanked god for the distraction of having his band cracking apart. Hardly anyone knew, of course, outside of the band itself, the record label, and a few close friends. And Ben, since he was putting on these 'open mic jam nights' which were actually excuses for Pat, Jack, and the label execs to scout possible replacements for the departing members. So, the afternoon following the 'jam session', Pat walked into Avarice as it was being cleaned and prepared for the evening, looking to thank Ben for the help.
Baily was sitting on the bar, having herself a quick drink before going out to get ready for the night. She loved the fact that, usually, she could avoid people all night by sitting in the DJ booth, but was starting to get more used to having so many people around her. Who knows, maybe she was starting to have an epiphany and everything? She saw Pat walk in and, recognizing him from him coming over and talking the Ben all the time, actually did something shocking. She gave him a wave and asked, "Looking for Ben?"
Pat looked at Baily and gave a friendly smirk, shrugging. "That obvious, hm?" He almost snorted, realizing that beneath the small, sexy exterior there was a beast possibly more savage than Ben himself.
"Well, not exactly like things are pumping in here yet, right?" She hopped off the bar. "How are things going with that search for musicians, anyway?"
"Well, I need to sit down and talk to Jack, but I think we know who we want. The scout that was here likes the choices, and is willing to let us keep the contract we have and work on new material if we agree to a time frame of having some songs done." He looked around, unable to hide his smirk. "I really don't want to know why Ben's not visible right now, do I."
Baily cast a glance toward his office. "Nah, probably not, unless you like two girl on guy porno." She laughed. Maybe Ben's friendliness was starting to rub off on her. "What do you need him for, anyway? Just to chat things up?"
"Mostly wanted to thank him for letting us use the club and keeping the whole thing on the down low..." he thought, then made a little wince. "Do people still say 'on the down low' anymore?"
Baily shrugged. "Not exactly up on the lingo myself." Not like she had tons of friends to be talking to, anyway. "I'm sure he'll be grateful for the thanks, but you might want to give him half an hour." She listened to something only her werewolf hearing was picking up. "OK, maybe forty-five minutes."
"Ah... I remember those days. Lucky bastard." He snickered and shook his head. "So, not to be a total boring adult here..." he snickered. "But shouldn't you be in school?"
"Don't go to school around here," Baily told him. "I'm only short a credit, anyway, so it's not like I'm missing much. I told the school where I go there was a family emergency, so they're letting me do stuff through the mail."
"By the way, my girlfriend and I both think you've been doing a good job with the DJing." Pat leaned against the bar and reached into his pocket for a stick of gum. "Just like to give compliments where they fit."
"Thanks," Baily said with a grin. "Probably going to end up being some sort of a career. Other than some ass beating, it's about all I'm good at." She looked him over. "Man, no offense, but you look beat. Everything alright?"
"Honey, you have NO idea how strange my life is right now." He shook his head, chuckling at his own idiotic fortune.
"Your life is strange?" Baily asked. "In this fucked up world we live in? This I've got to hear. Feel like sharing?"
Hell, the girl was a werewolf for Christ's sake... like she'd find anything unbelievable, right? "Oh, you know. The normal stuff. My girlfriend and I are being haunted by the ghost of my dead wife. Typical stuff."
Baily raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright, you've got me beat. I just have to listen to Ben try to forget his ex every night in all different sorts of fashions. Gross, but nothing on that."
"Between us, that kinda surprised me. I know Ben's not exactly... a one-woman kind of guy, but those two seemed really into each other." He laughed there, "None of my business, I know."
"Eh, she got set off by one of his 'side projects'," Baily said. "I just know that they had a blow up in the middle of the club one night, and she hasn't set foot in here since, and he's been plowing through the bimbo parade like...well, like a plow."
"Well, god bless him then. Between him and Jack, no woman in Los Angeles is safe." And yes, because he knows what Jack is like, he found himself quietly wondering how long before Jack made a move on Baily, age be damned.
"None at all," Baily said with a shake of her head. "Thank god I'm related to one and resistant to the charms of the other." Oh yeah, Jack had tried. While she played a little nicer with him than she did with others, due to Ben's friendship with the guy, she let him know just how that was *not* going to happen.
"Poor Jack... he must still be tending to his bruised ego." Pat snickered, imagining that scene in his head.
"I'm sure he'll be fine, and fucking someone else tomorrow." She kind of doubted he remembered failures all that long.
"Such language for a young woman..." he said teasingly, 'tsk'ing her playfully.
"Well, never said I was a lady," Baily said with a laugh. "I *am* a Bale, you know. Through and through."
"Jesus... is Bretton the only one in your family that DOESN'T act like an animal 24/7?" Pat asked, although only about half-playfully.
"Sometimes I think that Bretton is adopted," Baily answered honestly. "Other than blood, he has nothing in common with most of the rest of us."
"I believe that." Pat said, thinking that Nevada had more in common with the other Bales than Bretton did.
"Yeah," Baily said. "So, you wanna wait on Ben, or give up? It might be a while."
"You know... let the boy have his fun. Just tell him I was here, and that I said thanks?" Pat shook his head, wondering if Ben did anything OTHER than fornicate.
"Sure, I'll let him know for you. He'll probably give you a call after he's done with the Swedish twins," Baily said. She had no idea if the girls were twins, but they were both blond and big boobed, so she just kind of assumed.
"Wow. Just... yeah. Go Ben." Pat snickered and gave Baily a little salute before turning to head out.
She gave him a wave as he headed out.