Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-06 23:01:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | pissed off |
Entry tags: | brayden bale, mere delany, place: la |
Sometimes You Just Gotta Grow the Fuck Up
Who: Mere and Brayden
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday, July 6th, Evening
Mere sat at a table in Avarice. Did this girl ever spend a night at home? Not really, to be honest. And she slept most of the day, so her home was really used for a bed and storing of stuff. Awesome, huh? She finished off her drink and flagged a passing waitress down for another one. "So, what's on your agenda for the night?" she asked Bray.
"Honestly? The usual. Hanging out, looking awesome, fucking you... maybe throw in a little bit of getting excited about my band, and we got a full evening." Well now. Obviously we were off to a grand start here. Bray snapped his gum a few times, before, classily enough, stopping a waitress as she walked by and sticking the used-up wad on her tray. Tonight, he was continuing his new tradition of advertising useless 80s bands on his chest, as he wore jeans, combat boots, and a Lynch Mob t-shirt.
She laughed at his description of basically every evening they spent together. Not that she minded it. No siree. She wouldn't be dating him if she did. "Ah, so exciting," she said to him playfully.
"Dude. Between her niece being in the band and me dating one of her besties, no WAY is Van Warren gonna decide to not play with us. And that is AWESOME." Hey... Bray was a louse, but he still respected talent. "And Rissa said she might have found us a bassist. One of the few times I didn't mind her actually talking."
"Damn, you are so hard on that girl," Mere said with a laugh. Honestly, she had never talked to her, although she had seen her and realized that she was very good looking, but the girl had massively awesome genes.
"Nah... I was only 'hard on her' once. Girl can work that shit, I'll give her that." Jesus CHRIST. Once again? The MUN was ready to smack Brayden. "Still... she can drum like a MOTHERFUCKER, so... anyway, I'm considering taking the hilarity of Morrison being 'in the family' to a new level and introducing Blake to her 'dad'. Because I love fucking with that guy."
Mere blinked. She actually didn't know who Blake's dad was. "I just figured it was a random sperm donor thing," Mere said to him, leaning her elbow on the table and putting her head in her hand. "Why would it be so funny, anyway? Who is it?"
Oh my GOD. She... she didn't know!!! He tried to keep a straight face there, and failed miserably. "A'ight. So... lemme set this up. Because it's made of AWESOME." Oh, what a DICK. "See, this part you might have heard. Rachelle can't have kids. Kinda messed up it had to happen to her this way here, cuz where I'm from? She was fine, and STILL couldn't." He was trying not to have TOO much fun setting this up. Seriously. "So Neely hadda do it. Which, if you know Neely? Is hilarious right there. Well, dunno if you know this, but that artificial shit? Can't work with my kind. Something about our reproductive systems working faster than a normal human. Which meant? Neely had to actually get laid by a guy. Now... let's do some basic math. How many MEN do you know that Neely trusts enough to wash her car, no less impregnate her?"
OK, Mere actually *didn't* know what Ash did with his spare time, much to everyone's surprise. "You guys can't do the artificial stuff?" she asked. Well, chalk that up to something new learned every day. Anyways, moving on. "I don't know who the hell Neely hangs out with. Who is it?"
"Well... he's skinny, pale, and gets WAY more ass than he has any right getting." Yeeeaaaah. That oughtta do it, huh?
She tilted her head at him and then it clicked. "You're shitting me." This wasn't said in that playful voice or anything. She actually thought he was fucking with her in some sick idea to try and put some space between her and Ash. What? She might like him, but she wouldn't put it past him. "That's not funny and you should know that."
"Dude. I shit you not. He's totally the sperm donor. They treat it like that too. They don't exactly call him "Dad" or hang out with him or shit. Neely needed it the old fashioned way. He was the only dude she trusted enough. End of story." He actually held back a smirk there, for once caring more about someone else's feelings than his own.
Mere shook her head. It was almost as if her head actually wasn't processing this or something. "But he's head over fucking heels with Lucy. Why would he be willing to father someone else's kids like that?"
"Yeah. Evidentily it was allll nice and mutual. Like... all parties involved looked at it as a favor, not as... the hot fucking it probably was." Come on... this was STILL Brayden, folks.
That actually brought out a lashed out punch to his shoulder. OK, so she couldn't actually *hurt* Brayden, not physically, anyway, but he had managed to find a way to hurt her. "Stop being a dick, Bray."
"Dude! Sorry! But damn, I've seen Neely here! If she wasn't my aunt... ok, even though she IS my aunt..." he muttered, shrugging. "Anyway... it ain't like the jackoff cheated on Lucy or anything. I never got the gory details, never CARED to, but I guess it was a one time deal, sort of a 'necessary evil' to Neely."
"A lot of fucking 'necessary evil ' seems to go on in LA," Mere snapped, grabbing her purse and standing up. And no, she didn't realize just how fitting her choice of words was at that moment.
"Whoa, babe... no offense here, but I didn't do anything. Chill. I ain't never hurt you, and don't plan to. So cool it down." He said it all in that soothing tone he learned from his father, and put a hand on her shoulder.
She shrugged his hand off. "I need to go home tonight...ALONE." She turned around and looked at him. "You may not have done anything, but you were SO fucking happy to tell me that it was him. For someone so confident, you have an inferiority complex about him that you need to get over, FAST, for this to work. And by the way, that pisses me off more than Ash being willing to fuck Neely so she can have kids but can't find it in him to just love me. I want to be with you, and I love you, but you've got to get your shit together over him." With that, she stormed out of the club.
"I.... wait... Mere..." But he let her go. And for maybe the first time in his life? Brayden watched a girl walk away from him... and felt about two inches tall.