Nathan Cole (corpsewhisperer) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-06 00:28:00 |
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Current mood: | nervous |
Entry tags: | cj swinton, place: la, ~jacob teague |
Who: Jacob & CJ
Where: Avarice
When: Evening, June 30th (backdated)
Status: Complete
Rating: PG
As someone had recently asked... did CJ ever go ANYWHERE besides work? It sure didn't feel that way, honestly. The girl didn't really have much of a social life, and she needed the money, so why not get all the hours the Bales would give her? She was on fire tonight, just pouring drinks and rushing them to the people ordering them in such rapid movement that one would think SHE was a vampire or something. Tonight, she wore brown leather pants, a black buttoned vest with no shirt beneath it, and a brown cowboy hat. Hey... girl knew how to get plenty of tips, ok? She looked over, seeing that Patience had the other half of the bar well in hand, and looked to see if anyone on her own half needed anything.
Someone at the bar tipped CJ some more before vacating their seat, which was quickly replaced by Jacob Teague's form. He looked harried after a day at the Morgue, getting a handle on how things ran down in the basement. It was just as hectic as it had been back in Vegas.
With his tie at half-mast, his blond hair sticking up like he'd just rolled out of bed (to his chagrin, no matter what Jacob did it, by days end it looked a mess), the Necromancer heaved a sigh and then looked for a bartender to order a tall glass of Blue Label.
She made her way over to Jacob, that bright, toothy smile shining, and placed her hands on the bar in front of him, leaning in a little. "What can I getcha, darlin'?" She asked with a slight accent, all bright eyes and cleavage.
Jacob had his hand out with a five dollar bill in it, his lips parting to say, I'd like a tall glass of Blue Label, please but that dazzling smile literally had the blond speechless. Aside from Evie's smile, which Jacob would always and forever think was beautiful, CJ's had to be about the most gorgeous he'd ever seen.
Of course, after he'd had this little treasure of a thought, the Necromancer realized he was staring. Jacob loudly cleared his throat, his gaze flicking to the bottle of Johnnie Walker, Blue Label and said, "Uh...glass of Blue Label, please."
Now... how much did CJ work? This much. Without a second thought, she literally reached behind her, grabbed the proper bottle from inside the bar, flipped it in her hand like some extra from "Cocktail", and placed it in front of him. "Here ya go, sweetheart."
He chuckled, "Wow. That's, um...that's impressive." Indeed it was to the Necromancer; If he even tried to attempt such a feat, he'd probably drop the bottle and waste the contents. Jacob lifted the glass in a quick toast, "Thanks." He paid for the drink and added a few extra bills for CJ's tip.
"Not so impressive when ya realize I can only do it because I spend almost every wakin' moment working..." She laughed, shooting a wink his way, swaying her hips a little to the music as she poured a drink for a woman a few seats down from Jacob, sliding it down to her expertly.
"Considering I would've dropped the bottle, I find it impressive that you can do that night after night." A small smile curved his lips and he scratched at the light scuff on his chin before looking away again. Lifting the glass, Jacob took a sip of his drink that CJ had so impressively served. Jacob, shy? Not at all.
She bobbed her head a little to the music (look. it was Alice In Chains, ok? Nobody is immune to the beat to 'Man In The Box'. NOBODY), and grabbed a second glass, setting beside his current one. "That one's on me, darlin'. Got a name? Or am I just gonna call ya Shy Guy?"
For a split second, Jacob panicked. Did he look like a boozer? Oh, gods...if he looked like a boozer to this beautiful woman, he might as well go crawl in the nearest hole and die of horrible embarassement right now. Jacob glanced at the second glass, feeling his cheeks tinge a bit red, "Um..." He smiled shyly as he shook his head, "You don't have to do that, but thanks...for being thoughtful?" The Necromancer hurriedly took another sip of his drink, desperate for something to do than make himself seem like a bumbling ninny as Evie would say. At CJ's question, he hesitated a fraction and said, "Oh, um...I'm Jacob." He smiled again.
"See? That's what I was lookin' for, honey. I didn't just give ya a free drink because I'm such a good samaritan." She giggled, rolling her eyes. "It's called flirtin'." So she had a mouth. She was still a sweetheart though. "I'm CJ. Pleasure."
"Yeah..." Jacob had his attention focused on his glass of whisky and lifted it, a slight chuckle coming from him, "As you can see, I don't exactly have a Masters in Flirting, CJ."
"Fair enough... if it helps, yer cute enough to make up for it." Aw. That's just CJ being herself, right there. Cute and flirty to a fault.
Not used to getting a lot of compliments, Jacob actually blushed and couldn't find the words to reply so he just took another gulp of Johnnie Walker.
"Well. YOU are just a chatterbox." She said playfully, not used to seeing guys that were actually too shy to converse with her. "Seriously, darlin'... I might have to tape yer mouth shut to get a few words in edgewise."
"I'm sorry," Jacob looked at CJ apologetically, "I...don't...really do this all that often. I work...a lot..." The blond nodded, "Don't go out much..." He shut up then as CJ probably didn't want to hear his pathetic sob story.
"Amen to that, sweetie." She said with a tired laugh. "I ain't been anywhere but home or work for about three months. Amazing how easy it can be to push stuff away when you're too busy working to think about it, hm?" She asked, before scowling at a guy a few seats down who was grumbling that she wasn't down there talking to HIM. "Hey, Jerry! Try making conversation instead of just making excuses to stare at my ass and maybe I will spend more time down there! Now shuddup and drink yer booze!"
"Yeah, Jerry," Jacob muttered with great amusement into his glass before finishing off the last of the whisky. The Necromancer giggled and set aside his empty glass.
"Only bad part about dressin' like this. It gets good tips... but also turns most guys into stereotypical pigs." Sweetly, the way she said it made it clear that she didn't at all lump him into that category. "So... how's a sweet, handsome guy end up drinkin' alone?"
"Uh..." At this point, Jacob had that second glass (on the house) in hand, hovering in front of his lips, "This sweet, handsome guy works in the Morgue." He took another gulp of his fresh drink and added dryly, "That's why he's drinking alone."
This was the most unintentionally funny part of CJ: she'd seen SO much working here that his little statement was as shocking as if he'd said he was a crossing guard. "The morgue? And that's a big deal to people? Please."
Wow...this...absolutely gorgeous woman just might be Jacob's perfect girl. So as to not be caught staring with his jaw on the floor, Jacob explained quietly (but loud enough for CJ to hear), "People don't like to be reminded of death." The Necromancer, briefly, gave the bartender a sad smile before dropping his attention to his glass and took another sip of it's contents.
"....I think if people don't wanna be reminded of death, they're living in the wrong freakin' city, darlin'." She pointed out, as hell: even ignoring the supernatural deaths, there were tons of murders, gang shootings, etc in LA.
"I don't know about that," Jacob lifted his gaze, his small, cute smile reappearing, "There are plenty of good points to the place." He paused to think of just what it was and ticked off his index finger, "Hollywood...Rodeo Drive...the food...uh, what else..." Jacob fell silent, thinking."
"Look at you, all defending the city..." She giggled, before finally rolling her eyes and looking over to Patience. "Hey! I'm gonna take my lunchbreak, ok? If it gets too hectic, I think the new girl they're training is in the back..." She then turned to him and smiled. "Wanna go sit down at a table or something?"
"Wha--" He looked at CJ and then around him as if she were suddenly talking to someone else, "Um..." Jacob looked at her and then seemed to decide something because he gave her that smile again, "Yeah, sure."
"Geez louise, darlin'... don't be so jumpy. I don't bite." Then, just to be a flirty little beeyotch, she winked at him and added, "...much."
Jacob could help it, he stared slack jawed at CJ a second before he realized what he was doing and snapped his mouth shut. To settle his sudden nervousness, the Necromancer gulped down the rest of his whisky and slapped down the glass. He took a deep breath, "Okay then..."
She couldn't help it, she just started giggling then, throwing her head back in amusement. "Oh, darlin'... I was just kiddin'. I can't help it... I love to shock people. In this biz, you wanna make good tips, you learn to be real outgoin', reeeeeal fast."
"Oh," Jacob chuckled a little, "I think you've earned your Masters Degree in Outgoing." See? The Necromancer could be funny and flirty. Jacob stood up from the barstool and then gestured for CJ to lead the way, "Ladies first."
CJ led him over to the table where she usually took her breaks, and spun a chair around,straddling it from behind. So she tended to sit like a guy. What of it? "Funny enough, I was kinda shy before I started working here. Dealing with Ben on a nightly basis makes you grow outta that REAL quick."
"Really..." Jacob's smile grew a little bit, the Necromancer having a difficult time picturing that as he sat down across from her at the table. "So, um...h-how did you get to be in..." The blond gestured to the chaos of the club around them, "...all this?"
"I needed a job, and it was right when Ben was opening the place... so I came in, I interviewed, showed a little cleavage, and luckily he was a big enough perv to more or less hire me because of it." Well, nothing like refreshing honesty, huh? "Still... he's a good boss and a good friend."
"Oh," Clearly, the Necromancer's strained tone indicated his shock over how CJ had gotten her job. Jacob cleared his throat and flashed a bartender a smile, "Well, that's uh...good!"
"I'm nothin' if not a gal who knows how to use what the good lord gave 'er." She laughed with a slight blush, leaning against the chair as she chewed her gum quietly.
Jacob smiled at the sound of her laughter, absorbing it into his memory to recall it later. Laughter and the act of laughing was not something the Necromancer heard a lot of while growing up so it really wasn't a surprise that he liked going to clubs simply to hear the laughter and feel the life flowing through a crowd of people. CJ's laugh was especially vivacious and Jacob decided it quiet liked the barmaid's laugh. The blond smiled a little again, "I like that. I mean, I like that you can be so honest about it." Let's face it, Jacob hadn't exactly been faced with a lot of honest people in his life; Namely his parents.
"I learned a long time ago that honesty is the greatest thing you can have in this world. With it... things don't tend to hurt you quite as bad." And dear lord, had CJ been hurt in the past. In almost every way you could imagine.
His lips still held that small little smile, but it had changed a little, become more genuine as he said, "That's...really good to know." Jacob lifted his gaze to meet hers and then impulsively asked, "...When do you get off work?" Then, realizing the implications of what he was asking, added quickly, "Uh! I'd like to take you to dinner if you're...up for it. I know this great little café, well my friend Evie says its supposed to be great, downtown...." Jacob cleared his throat, his gaze flicked away and back again.
"How late's it open?" She asked, laughing. "Because I don't wanna sound like I'm turning you down by saying that I'm literally here until we close at 3am." She'd normally ask Patience to close, but come ON. Girl was ready to pop AND hadn't been feeling well.
"You're in luck. It's open 24/7." Jacob replied.
"Well then." She smirked, standing and brushing some dust from her pants. "If yer goofy enough to be here at 3, then I'm goofy enough to go eat that late with ya. Now... I should probably get back before the VERY pregnant woman working the bar snaps and shanks someone with a bottle opener. Her hormones are getting... pretty intense."
Jacob chuckled, glancing over to the bar where the pregnant blond was serving up drinks, "I'll be back at three to pick you up."