Camille Blake (popularbitch) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-06 23:28:00 |
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Current location: | A Diner, Then a Park |
Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | camille blake-benoit, place: la, ~ash marrok |
Camille's One Week Job
Who: Ash K. and Camille
Where: A Diner in LA, then a Park
When: Backdated to June 15th
Camille shrieked as she dropped another tray of drinks on the ground, inwardly groaning as they soaked her cheapo Ked tennis shoes. Not that long ago, she wouldn't have been caught dead in something so cheap. However, fortunes had reversed drastically for her. After one last fight with her mother, who ruled the home with an iron fist, her mother had basically waited until Camille was handed her diploma when she kicked Camille out of the house. So nice of her. So, she had been allowed to pack ONE suitcase of stuff and been thrown out on her cute little butt. And now she was having to try and wait tables to pay for the measly little apartment that she was currently living in. She bent down to the floor and started to try and mop up the mess, gritting her teeth to bite back a snappy comeback to her boss as he was bitching at her.
Ash jumped, startled at the crashing of dishes in the kitchen along with everyone else in the diner. He'd come just for the plate of fries he'd been craving and a milkshake after trying to coax his brother unsuccessfully away from his homework. Classes were over, but his dumb brother had to go and cramp Ash's style by taking a summer course. What was he supposed to do for fun during the summer if his brother had his nose in a book? He'd tried other friends but neither Lindsay nor Lissa had answered their phones. So, there he was, alone in a cheapy diner wallowing in his own boredom and waiting for his order to arrive. He wished he could have a cigarette. Stupid no smoking rules.
After cleaning up the mess that she made, and refixing and delivering the drinks, she saw someone at one of the tables that she recognized: Ash Marrok, ever so fun sparring partner from high school. One thing about working here that she had liked: she had been pretty sure that no one but truckers came here, so she wouldn't run into anyone that she knew. And, of course, he was sitting in her section. Sure, she COULD just run away, but she was desperate for money and she needed the job. With a sight, she smoothed out her horribly stereotypical diner uniform and walked over. "What can I get you?" she asked.
It was Camille's scent that caught his attention before she even spoke. She always smelled like her shampoo, even in the hallways at school he could pinpoint her location and make a beeline to terrorize her like he so enjoyed doing. His head whipped around and he couldn't stop the lopsided grin from appearing on his face. She smelled like french fry grease now, but her normal scent was definitely there underneath it all. "Hey blondie..." He greeted, way too friendly. "New job?"
She groaned inwardly. What god did she piss off to make this happen to her again? Sure, she had been a bitch, but she didn't kill anyone, did she? "Yeah, new job," she said to him. "New job, new life, new suck." She could feel the glare coming from her boss from behind her. "You want to order before my boss fires me for dropping a tray full of drinks again?"
"That was you?" He asked with a chuckle, looking her up and down and noticing for the first time her wet shoes. Then he glanced behind her at what had to be her boss watching them way too closely from behind the counter. "He looks like an asshole anyway." He remarked, blue eyes back on her. "I'll just take an order of fries and a chocolate shake." Then, that grin again, "Then you should smooth talk your way into a break and come sit with me."
"Yeah, that was me," she admitted. "And he is an asshole."That was said softly, in hopes that her boss couldn't hear. "This place was just the first that hired me." She wrote down his order, and arched an eyebrow at his last part. "Let me talk to my boss and I'll see what I can do." After a few minutes, which included trading the other table to another waitress for the tip it left (which probably made the other table happy), she made herself a coke and slid into the seat opposite Ash. "So, how's your life going?" she asked.
"Fucking awesome." He replied, with his normal amount of high enthusiasm and energy he put into everything. " 'sides being bored to death today..." He reached over to idly fiddle with some sugar packets sitting in a little container at his side. Ash could never sit still for three seconds. He always had to be doing something whether it be moving stuff around the table, or drumming his fingers. "How about you? Besides, obviously, working at a shitty diner..." He glanced over at her boss while he spoke that then shortly back to her.
"Glad someone's life doesn't completely blow," Camille muttered, staring at her coke for a minute, as if trying to put her thoughts together. She wasn't really sure WHAT to say about her life as this point. "Life sucks, Ash. It really does." OK, going with the truth then. "My mom threw me out of my home. So...to support myself, I took the first job I could find that didn't involve stripping or screwing for cash. So, here I am." She snorted. "Should have taken up stripping."
"Yeah...stripping probably would have given you better tips." He mumbled as if that would help any but his blue eyes had a playful glint in them. "There's plenty of jobs out there, Blondie. You don't have to stick around this shit hole and be miserable. Where are you staying now if you got kicked out?" Ash always did this, switched subjects and questions in a quick fire manner.
"Yeah, but I'd like to at least keep my dignity intact, thanks," Camille said. Sure, she didn't have MUCH dignity at this point, especially if she was working at a place like this, but she had to keep some, right? "I got an apartment. Not exactly the prettiest place in existence, but it's mine, so wat can I complain about?"
"Ahh...I have faith in your ability to find something to complain about." He teased her, grinning, falling right back into his usual banter with her. Just then his basket of fries and his shake arrived. He grabbed up the ketchup bottle, added a generous pile of it on one side of the basket and then slid it between them so she could have some too. "Must be nice living by yourself though. No rules or anyone holding you back."
"It IS the size of a shoebox," Camille pointed out. It was one room and a bathroom and it was about the size of her former closet in her old home. "Sure, it can be kind of nice, but it's really lonely, too." OK, so she had been kind of lonely before, but this was a completely different level of bad.
"Get a cat." He said through a bite of 5 french fries at once. "Or, maybe a puppy to keep you warm at night." His grin was hidden in a sip of his shake, knowing the joke would be totally lost on her. No one in town knew he was a werewolf save for his brother and a few of the other local wolves. "If you find a better job you may be able to afford a better place. Or maybe just pick up a second job."
"Can't afford the pet deposit," Camille said, obviously not quite getting the joke. "I'm still looking for a second job, or at least something better. Being head cheerleader isn't exactly high on the list of 'prior experience' that people are looking for these days." She briefly thought about beating her head against the table before remembering just how embarrassing of a sight that would be.
"You'll find something." He said with another taste of milkshake in a genuinely helpful manner. "What time you get outta here, blondie?" He asked, licking french fry salt from his fingers and then wiping those on the napkin he had on the table.
"I've still got, like, two hours," Camille said in a pitiful sounding voice. Really, she was all but ready to just run away from this place at this point. Of course, where would she run to? Really? "Why?" He shrugged, "Cause I was just thinking we should get the hell out of here." He finished up his fries and slid the basket to the side, concentrating on the last bit of his shake. "Fuck this job, seriously. Lets just go." He grinned wickedly, slurping up the last of his shake and sliding that aside too.
Camille seemed to think about that for a moment. She *had* just gotten a call from someone today about a better waitressing job at a better restaurant where she'd make a hell of a lot more money. She stood up and undid her apron, tossing it on the table. "Hey, Bob! I quit!" she screamed after turning around toward her now former boss. She looked back at Ash. "Let's get out of here."
Ash's smile couldn't be wider. He was unbelievably pleased that he'd gotten his way. He flipped her ex-boss off for good measure, grabbing up his things and then slinging an arm over her shoulders to go with her out the door and out to the streets. Once out there the first thing he did was take his arm off her shoulders just so he could light up a cigarette, offering her one as well.
She actually took one from him. She had only smoked from time to time at parties in high school, but, hey, good memory, right? She took a long drag off of it and blew out the smoke. "I cannot believe I just did that," she said with a slight laugh.
"That was awesome." He agreed with a laugh, pocketing his lighter and cigs and then gesturing with his head to get her to follow after him down the road, carrying his skateboard under his arm. "Feels good though, doesn't it? We should come back and egg that shithole tonight." He smirked.
She followed him as he started to walk. "Actually, it did feel good," she admitted. "I'm glad I put out more than one application, though," she said with a laugh. "I'd be SO screwed right now if I hadn't done that."
"You walked out cause you knew you could." He said with a light laugh, blue eyes turned to look at her while they walked, "You wouldn't have done it if you couldn't handle the consequences."
She thought on that for a moment. "Damn if you aren't right on that," she admitted to him. She knew that, if that job was her only hope, she wouldn't have pulled the stunt that she had just pulled. She would have sucked it up and dealt with it, well, she supposed that she would have, anyway.
"Of course I am!" He grinned, all seriousness out of him now. As if he had run out of it for the day. "I'm so fucking brilliant, blondie. You're probably getting smarter just being near me." He took the last drag of his cigarette and then flicked it away and into the street.
She just laughed, taking another drag of her cigarette as well. Really, this guy was so full of himself that it was funny. Still, she had nothing but fun with him, so she couldn't knock him too much for it, right? Maybe he was smart. "Sure. You're a fucking genius," she said, still laughing.
"Yeah, that's the spirit." He tossed her his usual lopsided grin, deciding that he liked making her laugh almost as much as he liked making her angry. "So where to?" He asked and then without waiting for her to answer he gave his own reply. "Hey, I bet I can beat you to the park from here. How fast can you run, Ms. Cheerleader?"
"You think you can run all that fast?" she asked him. "I wasn't just a cheerleader, you know? I also ran track." With that, she was already sprinting off toward wear the nearest park was. What, like she was going to give him a head start.
Ash just smirked as he watched her dash off. She maybe wasn't going to give him a head start, but he was going to give her one. He didn't look like much of a runner, but underneath his pale, slim human body was a little extra help from the supernatural. The wolf in him was excited to have a chase. He took off a moment later, it was a little awkward with the board in his hand but he was starting to gain already and he wasn't even breathing hard yet.
She could already hear him coming up behind her. Damn, maybe he was fast. Still, she had won trophies and everything in track, so it wasn't like she didn't know how to outrun people with ease. Even in her little uniform, she was making good time.
He was coming up behind her now, but he had to admit he was distracted by watching her in front of him. Damn, she had excellent legs and her ass in that waitress skirt... His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he ran headlong into a light pole coming around a corner. It knocked him flat on his ass with a metallic ringing that he wasn't sure was the pole or his ears. He saw stars, his nose gushed blood and his eyes were stinging as he stared up into the sky.
Camille had heard the clang behind her, and, once she turned around to see what it was, rushed back over to Ash to check on him. "Oh my god! Are you alright?" she asked. She ripped off her apron and pressed it up against Ash's nose.
He winced as cloth was pressed to his throbbing face but, despite all of this, he was laughing now and laughing really really hard. "Oh fuck..." He half groaned and half wheezed with laughter, "That was awesome, did you see that?" He sat up, gesturing that he was fine but not pushing her help away either. "Oh god." Hand lifted upward, covering her's and pulling it down so he could dab at his nose with his other hand, testing if it was broken or not.
"No, I was kind of turned away busting ass to the toward the park, remember?" she said. "Or did that knock to the head knock the sense right out of you as well?" Never one to mince words, apparently. "You don't like, need to go to a hospital or anything, do you?"
"Nah, I'm fine." He muttered, concentrating on his nose now that his laughter had died down. "I've had my nose broken before and this isn't broken." He decided, dabbing at his nose a little more with her apron and reaching his other hand to get her to help him back to his feet.
She helped him up off the ground. "As long as you're sure then," she said to him. "Now, what had you so distracted that you ran right into a pole?"
He got up and spit blood to the ground. It looked worse than it was. He just felt it running from his nose and into his mouth. It was slowing though. He had to grin a little at her question, tilting his head back to help stop his bleeding and wiping his face on his hand. "I was looking at your ass." He told her, clearly Ash Marrok had no shame at all.
That actually made her laugh. "Yeah, well, I can imagine my ass being distracting enough to make people run into poles," she said with a smirk. What? Girl might be poor, but she knew that she looked damn good.
"Shit, blondie." He laughed, "You're just as cocky as me." He wiped his face again, his nose had stopped bleeding but he wasn't sure if he had blood on his face or not. Instead of just asking, he reached his hand out. "Let me see your mirror." Completely making the assumption that she would always be carrying a mirror on her.
"Because I got stuff to be cocky about," she said with a smirk. Sure enough, she reached into the pocket on her dress (which showed just how tacky it was, since dresses should NOT have pockets), and fished out a compact mirror for him.
His smirk just widened a bit at being right and he took the mirror. Popping it open he looked at himself, no blood on his face, but his nose was a bit swollen and bruised. Not broken though, he poked at it a little to make sure. It hurt, but nothing more than a bump. "Maybe I'll get a black eye." He said, examining the bruises forming, "That would be awesome."
"Men are weird," Camille commented. "Seriously, why are bruises like, a badge of honor for some of you?" Something that marred up her face? No freaking way would that make her happy. When Cassie cold cocked her, it had not been pretty.
"Are you kidding?" He asked, glancing away from the mirror so he could look at her. "My brother would flip his shit if I came home with a black eye. That would make everything worth it!" He snapped the compact shut and handed it back, finding his skateboard where it had fallen from his hands and picking it back up again.
She slipped the compact into her pocket again. "Well, tell him I gave it to you for getting fresh." Not that she would. "It'll be even more funny if he thinks it came from a former Prom Queen." It had been her junior year, actually.
He laughed, beginning to walk toward the park again, "Wouldn't surprise him. Me getting fresh that is...it would surprise him that anyone would give me a black eye for it though." He was grinning, clearly teasing her but there was truth in his tone as well. "Everyone else seems to like it when I get handsy with them."
"Didn't say that I'd mind it," Camille pointed out to him. "Just that it would be funny for him to think that a girl got the better of you." What? If Camille was anything, she was honest. OK, when she had no reason to lie.
"Oh, the truth comes out now!" He teased, walking backward for a few steps so he could look at her. Despite his big tumble he still had just as much energy as ever. "Head cheerleader wants trouble maker to get handsy with her." He turned away from her again, flipping his skateboard around to use it as a 'guitar' "He was a skater boy/she said see ya later boy..." He sang in a nasally, high pitched tone to mock Avril Lavigne.
She just started to laugh. She hadn't laughed in so long, and yet she kept doing it tonight. "I didn't picture you as an Avril fan," she teased. "And it's obviously because of your charming personality." Actually, it was because he brought out a person in her that she was starting to like, but whatever.
"Oh, don't forget my dashing good looks also." He grinned, falling back a couple steps so he could drape an arm over her shoulders again. They were coming up to the park now. Ash could smell the sweet grass and even the musk of fountain water from the display in the center of the park. God, he loved the park almost as much as he loved the forest. It made him itch to run. Naked. He'd probably have to avoid doing that with Camille around though...
She might not mind the naked part, but she'd at least be curious about the running part until she just figured that he was probably a nudist or something equally as weird but still in her world of understanding. "Oh yeah, can't forget about your good looks," she said, still grinning at him.
"You know, Camille, you're a smart girl." He said, not able to hide the wicked grin from his face as they stepped into grass and toward a shady tree. "I don't care what other people say about you." He chuckled devilishly.
That just made her laugh. "Maybe I played a little dumb because people expected it," she admitted. "I'm tired of doing what people expect me to do, though." It was what had gotten her thrown out of her mother's house: refusing to do what people expect.
He plopped down into the grass, dropping his things down and immediately lighting up another cigarette. "That's the spirit." He told her, "Fuck all those fuckers." He was so eloquent sometimes. "Want another cig?" He offered, lifting an eyebrow at her.
She sat down beside him. It wasn't like she cared about her outfit, anyway. It was the uniform from her former job. She had just ditched the apron. "Sure," she said. "And yeah, fuck them."
He got out another cigarette and lit it with his own lips before handing it off to her. He took a good drag of his own and relaxed back against the rough bark of the tree with a comfortable sigh.
She took the cigarette from him and took a long drag off of it as well, blowing out the smoke. "You're kind of a nature happy person, aren't you?" she asked him as she laid back onto the grass.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." He said with a small snort of amusement but didn't elaborate on why he thought it was a funny comment. "My brother and I moved from a small town. I'm not used to the big city really...I like it better with less big buildings and more big trees."
She nodded. "You know I've never really been outside of the city on my own?" she admitted. "Sure, I've been on a few vacations with my parents, but I've never really been anywhere on my own."
He shrugged a little bit "I've never been on my own either really. Always with my brother." He had a smile for the mention of his brother though. They were closer than anyone. "But if going someplace on your own is something you want to do...then do it."
"I might have to," she said. She'd have to scrounge the money together, but maybe in a few months she might be able to pull off at least a weekend trip to Vegas. It was a start, anyway. "You at least seem like you enjoy your brother's company, though."
"Yeah, Jon is my best friend." He said fondly. "You should meet him someday. You'd probably scare the shit out of him." He laughed suddenly, imagining his shy, quiet brother coming face to face with the force that was Camille.
That made her laugh some more. "Then he obviously scares easily," she joked. OK, she could be ferocious when she wanted, but she was really about as scary as a house cat. "I actually don't have any siblings. Only child and all the fun that goes with it." Except it was actually kind of lonely.
"Jon is my half brother, but we have a big family otherwise. It's great! I think I'd be bored out of my mind if I was an only child." He finished up his cigarette and stubbed it out in the bark of the tree.
She finished hers as well. "Trust me, it is boring as hell," she told him. She had grown up in a big house that was about as warm and loving as most caves in the middle of winter, after all.
"Well." He started, obviously about to say something wicked, if the grin on his face indicated anything. "You're welcome to come to my place anytime and...play house."
She just laughed. "You SO have a one track mind," she said, swatting him on the shoulder. "Not saying that I'd mind it or anything, just commenting."
"You have no idea just how one track it is." He laughed. Her little swat felt like nothing to him. He had far more muscle inside his skinny body than anyone knew. Except maybe Jon, of course.
She actually hadn't meant for it to mean anything, but she couldn't help but feel the muscle on his arm. "You work out or something?" she asked, actually reaching over and feeling his arm. Damn...he had to to get that.
"Never did a day in my life." He told her honestly, knowing full well that he should have lied but it was more fun to tease her. "Well, I run, but that's about it."
"Damn, because you are built like a brick house," she said. "Not quoting the song or anything, you're just like, solid muscle or something." He probably just wanted to seem like he was naturally like that and lying. If only she knew.
"You like my muscle, blondie?" He asked with a lopsided grin, "Let me see yours. I bet you work out all the time, huh?"
"Me? Oh yeah, all the time," she said. She wasn't packing like, manly muscles or anything, though. She just really had muscular legs because of both cheerleading and being on the track team.
"Yeah, I knew it." His grin widened, "Let me see your guns." He reached to take up her wrist, lifting her arm up to examine the muscle there.
"The closest thing you're going to see to a 'gun show' is on my legs," she said, letting him lift up her arms just the same. While shapely, the heaviest thing she typically had picked up in high school was a shopping bag, which actually could work more muscles than you'd expect.
He'd have to be dead to not have noticed Camille's legs before. In fact, he'd even gotten a bloody nose noticing those legs just a few moments earlier. He couldn't pass up this chance to touch though. She could slap him again if she wanted, it would be worth it. His hand dropped from her arm and laid over one of her thighs on a bit of bare skin showing from her waitressing skirt. His skin was, as always, burning hot compared to any human he came in contact with. "Hm, we should go running sometime together. Long distance."
"Because that worked so well last time, with you running into a pole and everything. Spaz," she said with a giggle. She actually didn't slap his hand away right away. Heck, she HAD basically invited him to cop a feel of them, hadn't she?
His hand squeezed over muscle and then smoothed down soft skin to squeeze again just above her knee in an attempt to tickle. "We'll run out in the open." He said, "Someplace where I won't get bloody noses from ogling your ass."
She giggled, either from the tickling or him admitting to just what had made him run into a pole. She wasn't sure which, honestly. "We'll have to, because I have an amazing ass that will distract easily." At least becoming poor hadn't shaken her confidence in herself, now, had it?
"Think you can keep up with me?" He asked with a grin, his hand still on her leg and the way he was reaching to touch her it brought their faces close. Camille smelled really good.
"Well, I'm willing to give it the old fashioned college try," she said with a smirk. She still wasn't pulling away, either, although she would have been amazed to hear that she smelled good. She thought she smelled like grease, but she didn't have his super senses.
He had a constant grin on his face from their conversation as well as how close they'd gotten in the last couple minutes. Her skin was cool against his constantly overheated body and all he had to do was move a couple inches and their noses would touch. His grin deepened just a little when they fell into a silence and it was so easy to just lean in that little bit more and then their lips were brushing so softly together, his eyes slipped closed and he sucked in a small sigh of a breath. "You smell like french fries." He suddenly mumbled against her mouth before the kiss could even really be called a kiss and a wicked laugh spilled from him causing him to pull back again.
She was actually amazed that he had gotten so close...and then he ruined the moment by pointing out that she smelled like french fries and then laughing. Apparently all boys were kind of retarded. She snorted. "I *did* just quit work from a shitty diner," she pointed out to him. "I'd be more amazed if I didn't smell like fries."
He just chuckled a little and shrugged, "I can smell your shampoo also. It's cinnamon." He admitted, he could also smell her body lotion and the detergent she used on her clothes, but he didn't get that deep into it. Admitting super smell would be too close to admitting the truth.
She chuckled. "I'm amazed that you can smell the shampoo under the fries," she said with a smirk. Her shampoo was one of the few luxuries that she could still afford. OK, so she ate ramen and free food from wherever she happened to work and bought better shampoo. What can you do?
"I have an expert nose." He grinned his lopsided grin at her, feeling amazed for a moment at how easy and casual their conversation was. Even flirting a little. "I like cinnamon." He murmured, hand finally lifting from her leg to twist a bit of her hair through his fingers.
She let him play with her hair for the moment. It was actually kind of nice. She wasn't sure the last time she was touched in a kind of nice way like someone playing with her hair. "Sounds like you've got a good nose," she agreed.
"Mhm. I've also got really good lips." He teased her, knowing he'd probably lost his chance after opting to tease her about smelling of fries over actually kissing her. Worth another shot though, right?
Maybe...maybe not. "Do you now?" she asked playfully. "Now how am I supposed to know something like that about you?" Especially when he passed up his chance last time.
"Well, you're welcome to take my word for it. I mean, I'd never lie to you about something like that, but I really think you should be your own judge." He nodded as if this was a very serious issue.
"I suppose I should be my own judge, huh?" she asked, leaning forward to him a little. "I mean, you say you'd never lie, but you might at least be exaggerating a little or something."
"Oh yes, that's entirely possible actually." He agreed, voice lowering a little the closer she got. "All of my talents could be a gross exaggeration."
"Very true," she agreed. "Guess I'll have to find out for myself." With that, she leaned in the rest of the distance and kissed him on the lips.
Ash took no chances with this one. In fact, not only did he refrain from saying something stupid but now that his reputation as a kisser was on the line he had to make sure it was a kiss that would curl her toes. Ash hadn't been exaggerating either, he was an excellent kisser. Also, apparently so was Camille. He smiled a little into the kiss, touching one hand to her jaw, their lips tangling for a sort of dominance that was exciting.
When he started to kiss her back, she realized that he wasn't bluffing about his kissing ability. She was actually glad to find that out, although she had sort of suspected that he would. People usually don't get too braggy unless they have something to back it up. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair as she continued to kiss him.
Oh yes, this was very nice, he decided. He almost wished it could go on but he knew it couldn't. Not right this second anyway, maybe he could invite himself to her place later or something. Ash could be a pretty smooth talker when his basic needs were in stake. Making out with Camille was most definitely a basic need. He pulled away from the kiss for air, grinning against her lips and nudging their noses together in an almost affectionate matter.
She smiled at him when he finally pulled away. Tonight had definitely been a good night for her, even if she had quit her job and everything. She just was glad that she was pretty sure she could easily find another one. "That was nice," she said to him.
"Agreed." He told her and then his grin deepened and blue eyes flashed playfully. "Always knew you had the hots for me." He teased, "It was only a matter of time that you'd drag me off to a janitor closet and have your way with me."
She laughed. "Maybe, but then I graduated high school so I guess you had to settle for a park," she said to him with a smile. If she could have gotten over some of her deals in high school she very well might have. Hell, for all she knew, she did on Prom night.