Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-07 12:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake morrison, gwen morrison, patience kowalski, place: la |
Meeting the Female Bestie
Who: Blake, Gwen and Patience
Where: Avarice
When: Monday, June 5th
Gwen was hoping this wasn't a bad idea. Normally, she and Blake went to anywhere BUT Avarice, as it was right underneath Blake's home. But tonight was one of Patience's last night’s working before she took a short maternity leave, and Gwen wanted the girls to meet, even if the idea DID scare her a little.
So, hand in hand with Blake, Gwen walked up to the bar, wearing black leather pants and a purple tank-top, looking to see if her friend was still there.
For one of the most threatening things out there, Blake could still do 'scared shitless' with the best of them. She squeezed Gwen's hand as she followed behind the blonde, clad in hip-hugging jeans and a 'fuck the Yankee's' t-shirt. "If she threatens to put a corkscrew in my eye, I think I might cry," she told Gwen, since yes, Bastian had told her that story.
Luckily, Patience was working, although her back was to the pair at the moment. She looked a little sluggish… but tell her that and expect a black eye. Just sayin'. She was a grumpy pregnant lady tonight.
"You'll be fine. This is my GIRRRL, yo!" Gwen said with a big grin, walking right to where Patience stood maybe two feet in front of them with her back turned. And YELLED. "PK! WHAT UP, BITCH???"
Jesus, not one for subtlety was she? Patience turned with a petulant scowl on her face, her cheeks just a liiittle red. When she saw Gwen, though, or more specifically, Gwen with Blake, she smiled and it wasn't a pleasant smile. If anything, it had that hint of evilness that Patience was so well known for. "Still pregnant. I see you brought me a present," she added with a snarky grin.
"Sorry, PK. This one I don't share. She's minemineMINE." Aww. Was Gwen finally getting the hang of monogamy? Really? "Kinda wanted you to meet my girl. Patience? This is Blake. Blake? Patience."
Patience chuckled. Since Possessive!Gwen? Was kind of adorable. She leaned against the bar and gave Blake a once-over. It looked like she was assessing whether Blake was good enough for Gwen, sweetly enough. "Hey there, kiddo."
"Hi..." Blake replied, raising her eyebrows since... "You realise that we're related, right? Seriously. No duelling banjos. I don't swing that way." Blink. ...Did she just say that?
"Yeah, you kinda are." Gwen chimed in. "You're technically her aunt, ya pervert." Gwen snickered and swatted Blake on the ass. "So no comments about what I've done with you and Long Dong Silver, cuz she knows about it, but reeeeeeally don't need the visuals."
Blake covered her hands over her ears and muttered "lalalala, repressing. Repressing."
Patience laughed and rolled her eyes, "I'm sorry. Did I ever give you the impression that I had class?" Hmm, good point.
"Yeah yeah... Look, PK. I'm out with m'girl tonight. And I brought her over so you can get to know her, and get any threats outta yer system. So we can get on with our night." Gwen smirked there, and shrugged. "So go ahead. Get it out."
Patience smirked and crooked her finger at Blake in a 'come hither' gesture. Blake hopped up on the bar immediately, leaning over so Patience could whisper in her ear. Blake's eyebrow's gradually went up, comically, and she was soon nodding her head vigorously, "I'll be good, I'll be good".
Gwen blinked when Blake hopped onto the bar, muttering; "god I envy that bar right now..." before laughing as she saw the girls reaction to whatever Patience told her. "Ok, ok. Just be nice, PK. She's sorta my Pat, for lack of better description. She's my 'one'." Gwen took the girl's hand, and winked at Patience. "We're gonna go spend some lovey time together. Wanna keep the sodas comin'?"
"I was nice..." Patience replied with that snarky grin of hers. Can you just picture the halo around her head?
Blake giggled and hopped off the bar, giving Gwen a playful nip on the neck. "'Lovey time'?"
"Yeeeeees, lovey time." Gwen laughed, leading Blake over to an empty table and (cutely enough) pulling a chair out for her. "As in, me and you, talking and having fun, without any melodrama or ruining of Neely's possessions."
"Hmm, and I was starting to enjoy that," Blake purred cheekily, before kissing Gwen's cheek and taking the offered seat. "How's my girl been, hm?"
"Good, mostly getting ready for the big move. Been.. waiting for the right time to break it to Patience." Gwen admitted, nibbling her lip nervously. "You look freakin' ADORABLE, by the way..."
"Oh, I bet that'd be a fun conversation," Blake replied, honestly a little pouty for Gwen. "And thanks, baby," she purred. "I totally need more cleavage-y tops for these puppies, though." Yes, she grabbed her boobs when she said that. Classy, eh?
"You in cleavage-y tops? Yes please." The blonde laughed. "You need some sexy corset type tops like I got." She leaned over and kissed Blake on the tip of the nose. "So how've things been with the moms? They still hatin' the fact that yer with me?"
"Maybe I'll buy something special for you then." Blake smirked. "And they seem fine about it, ummm. Heh." She chuckled, "apparently Bastian's dating one of Neely's old hook up's. They haven't told 'Chelle, yet. Oops? Well, not really. I didn't realise Neely was such a slut!"
"Yeah, sounds like pre-Rachelle she was as bad as I am." Then? Dear lord in heaven, Gwen BLUSHED. "Or... as bad as I *was*. So... who's yer sister knockin' boots with? I love it... this is like a great big supernatural soap opera."
"Damn right 'was'," Blake growled possessively, before leaning across the table to kiss Gwen.
"Geeze, don't make me hose you two down," Patience muttered as they separated and set down two sodas down as requested. She winked at Gwen though, so she wasn't an entirely unhappy pregnant lady at the moment. Just an overheated one. Oops.
Blake smiled hesitantly up at Patience and crossed an 'X' over her heart, to which Patience "mhmm'd" to before leaving. "Um, so... yeah. Where were we?" Blake murmured, before taking one of Gwen's hands in her own. D'aww. Patience made her flustered. How cute!
"Don't let her frustrate you. She's THRILLED to see me happy. Seriously." Gwen said with a laugh before finally raising a brow, giving in to curiosity. "I gotta know: what DID she say to you?"
"Mm, stuff she said I can't repeat to you," Blake replied with a throaty chuckle. "I'd say she's got me by the balls, but... I'll just say she's very scary." She lifted Gwen's hand and smooched the back of it. "Ah, I remember. Bastian... has it for Meeghan Gregory. Which is weird, since she's sort of our friend's mom," she added as she continued trailing kisses along Gwen's hand.
"Dude... If I'm right, that's the chick Rachelle went all UFC on a few months ago. Crazy chica got thrown in jail and everything." She laughed, shaking her head.
"Seriously? My mom's are crazy bitches. ...I mean, I thought so before, but seriously. Not as hardcore." Blake cackled. "Why? Oh wait... let me guess," she laughed again. They really did live in a supernatural soap opera, didn't they?
"I won't lie: I have no clue. I just know Rachelle's fucking NUTS." The blonde just shook her head with a little awe. "So... Figure out if yer gonna move to Vegas yet or not?"
"I mentioned moving to Neely. She kind of said it was conditional if I wanted to move," Blake purred, before turning over Gwen's hand and tracing her fingers across the lines of her palm.
"What's conditional?" Gwen asked, making a 'that went over my head' gesture. "You found somewhere to stay?"
Blake smirked and rolled her eyes, "If I wanna move to Vegas to be near you? If I want an identity here? She wants me to move in with my nana. At least until I turn eighteen. ...I guess that was her only condition. Otherwise I stay here and she makes life difficult for me. I know she does it out of love, but still. Cold, dude."
"Your nana?" Ok, so... There? Gwen had to try not to laugh. "Please don't tell me it’s the Golden Girls reject I'm suddenly picturing, trying to get you to run downstairs to get her prune juice..."
"Dude, please," Blake laughed. "She's like, forty something here. So... not as old as I'm used to. And god, I hope she doesn't drink prune juice, although in her defense, I haven't seen her drink prune juice." She practically flailed a little there. The spaz. "I just… it doesn’t seem like a bad condition."
Ohmygod. Was that flailing about the cutest thing Gwen had ever seen? Very likely. She reached over the table and took the girl's face between her palms, giving her a long, sweet kiss. "You are TOO adorable. And no... its not a bad condition. But we gotta totally ruin more of Neely's shit before we go, then."
Blake purred at the kiss and nuzzled into Gwen a little, "We can do that. Although I gotta ask. What haven't we ruined yet, hm?"
"Well... I got an idea, but... it alllll depends on how good of a sense of humor you think she has." Gwen grinned mischievously and leaned in to whisper in Blake's ear.
Blake's smile widened as Gwen whispered in her ear and she couldn't help it but laugh. Well... "She'd probably hate you for forever for that, but hey. At least then we'd have another 'new' thing, huh?"
"Hate ME?" Gwen cackled, shaking her head. "Takes two to tango, ya know!" She pointed out, smirking at the girl.
"True," Blake chuckled. "But I'm the daughter she'll never have. Which means I get away with more. Uh huh. It's like a rule or something," she smirked. "And I knooow you said you wanted 'lovey time', but I seriously wanna just take you home and eat out allll night. Objections?"
"Please. Eventually her and Ash'll find some reason to get groiny and blammo, you'll be born here. So don't even play th..." She literally stopped mid-sentence and just stared at the other girl. "Wow. I have nothing to say to that other than 'let's go'."
Blake laughed at the first part, before taking Gwen's hand and standing, "C'mon. Let's find more reasons for Neely and ‘Chelle to hate us together, hm?"