Lilly Maymin (lilly_maymin) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-06 15:35:00 |
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New Friends
Who: Lilly and Rachelle
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday Night, July 3rd
While not someone who usually liked to dance... being injured made people want to do stupid things. Things they wouldn't normally do if healthy. Which was the only reason Rachelle could think of that she was sitting at the bar in Avarice, looking at the people out on the dance floor, wishing she could be out there. She'd tried to look a LITTLE more... club-worthy tonight (hey, even if Neely was out and about... she could STILL want to look good!), so she'd put on clingy black dress, slit high up the side, with combat boots, and her hair slightly curly and falling freely about her shoulders. And... was... was that MAKEUP on her face? Holy shit. Maybe having two teenage daughters living with you did have some perks. Like having people who would guilt-trip you into looking good.
Lilly herself was out and about as well, which is why she was in Avarice of all places. Sure, she still kind of thought of the place as 'enemy turf' at times, but, since the owner was also the record label owner, she was trying to get past that. Wearing just a black tank and ripped jeans and boots, she walked inside and had herself a seat at the bar to order herself a drink.
Well well. Rachelle grinned when she saw Lilly walk in. She'd seen the girl play with The Lazarus Project, and had heard several stories about her, between her robotic personality and her semi-secret love for geeky things. She seemed... interesting. Oh yeah. And she was HOT. Hey now... like Neely didn't still flirt? "Check it out... Maymin goes places besides Eden. The end is nigh."
Lilly snorted. While she hadn't had the chance to talk to Rachelle much, she had heard about the girl. Loud and boastful. Seems like her type, considering, right? "I do from time to time," Lilly said, turning toward Rachelle on the bar stool. "Besides, my sort of boss does own this place, you know."
"Yeah. Funny how he's my COUSIN now. Fuckin' perv." She snickered, shaking her head as sometime? She still found it hard to believe the Bales were her family now. "It's kind of not fair that you can make a simple getup like that look THAT good. Bitch."
Lilly smirked. "Considering this is pretty much all I wear, I gotta make it look good." She knew why it had freaked Paige out a bit when she brought her into her apartment in a dress. Because it was really weird for her to wear anything but a tank and jeans. "And Ben's not too bad. Then again, he didn't hit on me too much, so maybe I'm biased or something." Someone who *didn't* hate Ben and was a female who wasn't doing or had done him? Wow.
"Nah, I know what ya mean. He married my best friend, and he's always been good to me. No Ben-hate here." And here was history in the making: two hot women, in the same room, both of whom LIKED Ben, and neither of whom had had sex with him. And then, because this was the epic class of Rachelle, "So, I hear yer doin' a demon now. Awesome. Hadda go and one-up me there, huh?"
That just made Lilly laugh. "Well, I was in love with her before she came back from the dead as a demon, if that counts," she said with a smile. "I think I've had it for Paige since we were kids. Apparently she had it for me, too, but she didn't realize I liked ANYONE, much less girls." Apparently it shocked people when they realized Lilly was gay. More so because it made people realize that she had feelings than her actual sexual orientation.
"Heh. I get that. I never did more than mess around with a few chicks prior to Neely. Nothing too serious. I was mostly about guys. Then she had to go and make me fall for her evil little ass." Evil? Yes. Because she'd been not only NOT sexing her up until she was healed... but she'd taken to prancing around the apartment IN A SCHOOLGIRL OUTFIT. Bitch.
"I'm more into girls than guys, but it's really only been one person for me, too," Lilly admitted. Aw, that was kind of sweet. Maybe that was why Paige trying to kill her had freaked her out so badly. "And evil?"
"Oh. Yeah. I'm still healing from, I believe the technical term is 'having the living fuck kicked out of me', and getting impaled through the gut. So, not only am getting no sex, but she insists on purposely wearing the sexiest goddamn outfits she can think of around me."
"OK, yeah, she's evil," Lilly said. Lilly knew that she'd go insane if Paige did that to her, and she had seen Neely, and knew just how good looking she was, even if Lilly personally didn't favor blonds.
"Paige must be as amazing in bed as she is hot, because I have NEVER seen you smile before, much less constantly like you are now." She smirked then, those lips curling into an evil little grin. "Either that or you're on some REALLY good drugs."
"Nah, I never was a drug person," Lilly told her. So it's gotta be the other, huh? HA! "And let's just say that Paige doesn't disappoint and leave it at that, huh?" Lilly wasn't a sharer, OK?
"Psh., Like anyone expected her to? Please. Bitch is like sex on legs." HEY! Chelle was married but not DEAD. She still had EYES you know... "So, I hear you frequent Shooting Star Comics, hm?"
No one expected Rachelle to go dead between he legs just because she got married, of course! "Yeah, I do. I like buying role playing books, actually. Why? Do you?"
"Please... who do you think buys about 75% of the Star Wars shit they get in there?" She laughed, pointing to herself. "When I dropped $250 on TPBs and a replica of Darth Vader's TIE Advanced fighter, I pretty much gave up hope of ever being normal."
Lilly chuckled. "Well, I don't know too much about Star Wars other than watching the old movies a couple of times," she admitted. "I've always been kind of a DnD geek myself."
"Funny enough, so is my d..." she almost said 'daughter'. Because THAT would have been easy to explain, hm? "Blargh. Forget that first part. Girl that's staying with us, Blake... she and her girlfriend are both big DnD people. When I try to roleplay, bad things happen to good people."
Actually, Lilly knew A LOT more than others gave her credit for. Paige talked a lot. Just leave it at that. "Girl that's staying with you, huh?" she asked. "And seriously? Role playing never hurt anyone."
"Yeah. There's more to it than that, but trust me when I say that if I tried to explain who Blake is... your head would spin." She laughed, rolling her eyes. "And I once got pissed during a game of the Star Wars RPG when my GM fucked me on a shot my X-Wing took at a Star Destroyer, and whipped a d100 at him so hard it left a mark on his forehead for three days."
"Very little makes my head spin these days, but OK," Lilly said, leaving it at that. "And that actually sounds pretty funny. Besides, DnD doesn't involve shooting at any destroyers. Not with lasers, anyway."
"Yeah... it's all swords and Conan-shit, right?" Sigh. "Like.... Tolkien-type stuff?" Hey, she was trying! Give her a fucking break here!
"Yeah, more Tolkien than Conan, though," Lilly told her. "Actually, DnD ripped off Tolkien a little, but that's neither here nor there."
"You do realize we're two hot bitches, who could be driving every guy and half the chicks here CRAZY...." Rachelle snickered, shaking her head as she thought of this, "and we're sitting here talking about games and Star Wars. And don't even get me started on sports. Or any chance of ever seeing me as a girl will go RIGHT out the fuckin' window."
"Being a girl doesn't have anything to do with being frilly," Lilly pointed out. "But I bet the two of us talking are giving a few guys more than a few fantasies out in the crowd right now, though." Hey, she may not date guys, but she knew what went through their heads.
"You think? Usually, I see people look afraid when i start swearing at the TV. Which I do. A LOT." She admitted, laughing. "I... get pretty insane when I watch baseball."
Lilly chuckled. "That actually sounds kind of funny, I gotta admit," she said to her. "Not much of a sports watcher myself, but if I found the right team or sport, I might be convinced otherwise."
"Just don't ever make it the Yankees. Because I seriously will stop being friends with you." Because they were friends now? Huh. Evidently, in Chelle's head they were now. "Oh, and if you ever watch football, that goes for the Ravens, too. Fuck those assholes."
"Nah, I'm not a New York fan," Lilly said to her with a small smile. "I know, a Jew who could not give a damn about the whole city. I'm a freak. Also, I have no idea who the Ravens are, so I think we're good there as well."
"Baltimore Ravens. Buncha fuckin' assholes." So eloquently put, hm? "So, our bands gonna join up eventually? Do some bad-ass gigs and impress the hell outta everyone?"
Lilly nodded. "Well, once your lead singer stops getting pregnant every time she has a chance, I think we're supposed to do a tour together," she teased. "Apparently she wanted a litter of children, huh?"
"Yeah. Well." Uh-oh. Rachelle sighed at that and grumbled. Sore spot much? "At least she CAN."
Lilly didn't know about that, and made a face when she realized what happened. "Shit, Rachelle, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"S'alright. Comin' to grips with it." Sure, that was mostly because of Blake and Belle, but she wasn't about to say that. "Still bothers me though. That was like, my ONE girly trait: I wanted to be a mom."
"You can still adopt," Lilly said. "I know it kind of sounds like the consolation prize on Jeopardy, but there are plenty of kids out there that would kill to have a bad ass mom like you." Hey, she had a point.
"Yeah. I have a wife, too. One who has a pale, creepy little BFF who I'm sure would gladly do the honors..." Was Rachelle a liiiiittle skeeved still about that part? Slightly, yes.
Lilly made a face. "Can we say ew?" she said quickly. She wasn't sure who 'creepy little BFF' was, but it just sounded a little too skeevy for her taste.
"I know, right?" Chelle replied with a derivative snort. "Can't even be all pissed about it because the little moron kinda helped heal me. Ah well. She needs friends, and for some reason she LIKES the weirdo."
"Nah, I think you can still be pissed," Lilly said. "Hey, you don't have to LIKE the people who heal you all the time, even if they do something great. Can't help you you feel." Lilly, once again, had a point. Apparently someone who usually suffered from a lack of emotion actually understood them pretty well. "Don't completely hate on him, but you don't exactly have to LIKE the idea."
"I guess I just get antsy. In the past she's had... problems with being faithful. And I know she's changed now, but sometimes emotions make me get a little irrational." Chelle admitted, shrugging like it was no big deal.
"Congrats. You're human then," Lilly said to her. "And before you make a joke, I do have feelings, too. Lots of them. I'm just better at hiding them." She didn't exactly come from an expressive family, after all.
"Hey, no jokes here. I always found your calm-cool-collected thing to be pretty bad-ass, really." She laughed, giving an impish smirk. "Hang out with the Van Warrens for years, and you start to appreciate people who can actually be QUIET."
Lilly chuckled. "Nice girls, but a little hyper for me to be around for more than ten minute increments." More than that tended to make her a little twitchy. "And the calm demeanor takes years of practice, by the way."
"Well, you got that shit MASTERED, girl." Chelle replied with a raised glass, before taking a sip from it. "Me? I tend to go more for the 'verbally destroy everything in my path' route."
Lilly smiled. "It takes practice, lots of practice," she admitted. "Still, it would be fun to tell people off all the time, too. Just not my style, I guess."
"I think I embarrass Neely sometimes, to be honest." She grinned though, a wicked glint to her eyes. "But then I just get naked and she forgets all about it."
That actually made Lilly fully laugh. "Then I think you'll do just fine with her," she said after catching her breath after a moment.
"Yeah... she's my girl." Chelle said proudly, looking down at her wedding ring. "Never really thought I'd find someone like her."
"Hey, you found your special someone, and she likes you back," Lilly said. "Most people would kill for that, you know."
"Yeah, I know. That kinda love... it hurts, and it kicks your ass ALL THE TIME... but you also know your life will never be the same without it." She grinned again, sitting back a little to rub lightly at her stomach. "I wouldn't trade being Neely's wife for anything."
"Ooh, you're making me look forward to that kind of love," Lilly said playfully. "It wouldn't be worth it unless you had to go through shit to get it, though."
"Exactly." And because, let's be REAL honest, Rachelle had the tact of an army drill sergeant, "Hopefully you find it with Paige, because seriously, GOD DAMN is that bitch sexy as fuck."
Lilly just chuckled again. "She is that," she said. "When she's in her right mind she's a great person to be around as well. Luckily for all of us she is again."
"We should all hang sometime. That many hot bitches in one place would make men's heads explode." Chelle was a lot of things... but humble? Wasn't exactly one of them.
Lilly nodded. "Actually, I think that would be a good idea," she said to her. It sounded like it could be a hilarious time to her, honestly. Besides, they all needed a good time on occasion.