Darlene D. Sauer A.K.A. Darlene Southland (fcked_up_gal) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-06-25 23:49:00 |
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Current location: | Paige and Darlene's Apartment |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | darlene southland, place: la, ~dave ford |
Quality Material
Who: Darlene and Dave
Where: Darlene and Paige's Apartment
When: Wednesday Night, 6/23
Apparently Dave was the only one who hadn't realized just how retardedly head over heels Darlene was for him, because she had apparently made it her personal mission to at least get Darlene in bed with him once. Possibly for her to realize just how dumb he really was, but whatever. She had picked out some miniskirt thing that looked like it came out of some stripper's closet who was trying to dress up like a school girl and a Metallica shirt that she had cut up and repinned together so that it was WAY more form fitting than she would normally wear. Because, as Paige so eloquently put it, Darlene had a VAGINA, and should start dressing as such. Still barefoot before finishing up to go out tonight for some Avarice fun (then maybe a stop by Dave's place to show off her pretty look) she heard the doorbell ring. She swung the door open to, surprisingly, see Dave on the other side. "Oh, hey. What's up?"
"Hey Dar... just wanted to see how yer holdin' up, since last time we talked, you kinda saw me get hit by a c..." he stopped in mid-sentence, as he actually noticed what she was wearing. Holy SHIT. "Jesus CHRIST, Dar... when'd you get so hot?" Dear lord. He wasn't even flirting. The idiot just never honestly REALIZED she could look like this.
"What? I look like a spaz. Paige made me put this shit on." OK, so you could change the clothes, but it would take time on the attitude, OK? "You wanna come in or what?" She stepped aside so that he could walk inside. Apparently someone had not been paying attention to the 'don't invite anyone in verbally' yet.
"Yeah, dude... of course!" He walked in, that silly grin on his face as usual. It was like any other time they'd hung out... except this time? He found he couldn't stop staring at Darlene's butt as she walked. Huh. how about that?
Apparently Dave wasn't the only one oblivious at times, because this was going right over Darlene's head at the moment. She was turned away and heading to the kitchen for a drink. "You want a soda or anything? Ours are actually cold and shit, because we remember what a fridge is for." She was mostly teasing right there.
"Dude. We remember what it's for!" He said with a bit of indignant tone. Too bad the guy probably couldn't tell you what 'indignant' means. "Jim just forgets to plug it in most of the time. And yeah, gimme a Dew."
She grabbed herself a coke and got him a Dew, tossing it his way. "Only you guys would forget to plug a damn fridge in," she said with a shake of her head. She walked back into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
"Dude. I seriously can't get over how great you look. Like... I barely recognized you for a second there. You look hot. Like... Paige-Hot." Yes. Because according to he and Jim? Paige had her own classification of hotness.
Darlene arched an eyebrow at him. "Yeah...still think your high, but whatever," she said simply, popping open the can of coke and taking a sip. "Do I really look that different in a skirt?"
"Not different... just... smokin' HOT." Because really, he'd never found Darlene UNattractive... he'd just never noticed how sexy she could be!
She actually wasn't sure if this was a boost to her self esteem or not. "Because you're SO gonna do something about it," she joked.
"I totally want to right now." He admitted, before fudging it up with typical Dave-logic: "But being attracted to a bandmate never ends well. I mean, imagine if Kirk Hammett had decided he wanted to ask out Lars Ulrich! 'And Justice For All' Mighta never happened, and someone would have had a sore ass!"
She sighed and rolled her eyes. Of course he would come up with something as ridiculous as that. Well, the part about being involved with band mates wasn't ridiculous, but the part about Lars Ulrich having a sore ass was. "You would bring asses into this, wouldn't you?" she asked.
"I guess I'm sayin' that I always liked ya, Dar... I mean, what kind of moron WOULDN'T? It was just a lot easier to fight off before you were all lookin' like THIS..." He scratched his head, as if, comically enough, having a real battle within himself.
"So, it was easier when I looked like a street urchin," Darlene commented. "Makes sense." OK, no more hiding stuff. "Look, I've...liked you for a long time, too. I just kind of worried about, you know, band dynamics and shit." She ran her hand through her own hair.
"Um... we all know I'm not really known for doin' bright shit, so... this might be stupid." He grumbled, looking skyward. "If it is? Um... sorry?" Ah, Dave. Man of deep thoughts, hm? With those poetic words, he just stepped toward her, and gave her a long-overdue, yet oddly sweet kiss.
Darlene wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box, either, which is why she was actually momentarily stunned when he actually did lean over and kiss her. It actually took her about four or five seconds before she realized that she should kiss back, which she finally did.
"Wow." He said with a silly grin after he finally pulled away. "That felt nice. Like... really nice."
"Yeah, it did," she said, smiling back at him. OK, so the two of them had been made fairly non-verbal by this. Kind of funny, actually.
"So... maybe I just ain't too bright but... where do we go from here?" And yes, the mun started laughing at the unintentional "OMWF" reference there.
Darlene actually shrugged. "I don't know. I mean...honestly, I've never even had a relationship before that lasted longer than a few nights."
"You... you've had one that lasted a few nights?" He asked with comic awe. "Wow... you're better than me..." Oh yeah. These two? Had so much unintentional comic potential it was AWESOME. "What's your secret?"
She laughed. "Well, that was before I hit him with a lamp," she admitted. "There's no secret, really." Neither of them were exactly what you would call 'quality' relationship material, obviously.