Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-07 21:38:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | drunk |
Entry tags: | ginny callaway, mere delany, place: la |
Drunk!Mere Is a Riot
Who: Mere and Ginny
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday Night, 6/7
Ginny was (holy SHIT) actually chilling at Avarice for once. Eden was her usual club going poison, but she felt like being in a more... upbeat and cheery environment this time. For the first time since being dumped by Lexi, Ginny actually felt HAPPY. And content. And found this a perfect reason to dress to kill (in skintight black leather pants, high-heeled leather boots, and a red corset-top that laced up the front, with a long-sleeved fishnet shirt thrown on over it) and have a seat at a table near the DJ booth, a small smile tugging at her lips.
The one person who wasn't happy in Avarice was Mere. Since her fight with Bray last night, she had pretty much stayed pissed, which, in her eyes, apparently meant getting a little bit wasted. Right now she was sitting at the bar with a bottle of tequila, and no, no one was going to bitch at her about ID and age right now, OK, and drinking the fuck out of it.
Well... that smile on Ginny's face kind of vanished in a heartbeat when she saw Meredith. Fuck, this did NOT look good. She got up, that curvy figure striding over to her and draping an arm sweetly over her shoulders as that quiet whisper of a voice coo'ed in her ear. "So.... am I to take it that this time, it's my turn to do the 'cheering up'?"
"My boyfriend's a dick," Mere said simply, taking another swig of the bottle. "He's such a fucking dick that he thought it would be *funny* to tell me that a future version of my ex decided to father a couple of kids with someone the good old fashioned way with the horizontal mambo with a friend. He's got an inferiority complex bigger than his cock, which, although I know you don't care for such things, is really fucking big." OK, she might have already been a little trashed.
"Yyyyyyeah. Not so much for the stick-shift, myself, sweetheart." Ginny tried not to laugh, as she could see how upset the girl was... but Drunk!Mere was just hilarious. "And you have no idea how much I wish I could cheer you up, well... the same way you cheered ME up... but alas... no can do."
"Why? Is it because of the tequila?" Mere asked, arching an eyebrow at her. It just seemed that, when Mere drank, what little filter that she had that kept her from literally saying *whatever* popped into her head went away. "I can switch to vodka." Because that would fix it.
"No no no... it's just... I'm sort of a one-girl kinda person. And I sort of started seeing someone." She blushed, which, given her uber-pale complexion? Was easy to see.
Mere pursed her lips and nodded. "Ah, I get ya," she said, nodding a little too vigorously, almost tipping herself right out of the bar stool. "Who happens to be the lucky lady?"
"Remember Lady Godiva? Used to play bass for us when we were Coma White?" She kind of beamed a little there, having always had a crush on the girl. "Welllll... she's kind of back in town. And one thing led to another and ok we're talking about YOU here..." Because really... Ginny was NOT the kiss-and-tell type, and was actually getting cutely flustered there
Mere grinned at her. "Well go you! Get you a taste of the chocolate!" Was she trying to make a pun on Irene's stage name and the expensive chocolates? Maybe. "And there isn't much to talk about with me. I kind of explained it in one word vomit."
"Well... normally I'd say that's why all men are pigs and you shouldn't bother with them... but I don't think that's what you wanna hear." Ginny sighed, sitting down next to her newest friend. "Clearly you love the idiot, or you wouldn't be this upset."
"Yup," Mere agreed with her, taking yet another swig. "And apparently that just ain't getting through to him, because he keeps dissing my ex like it's an Olympic sport and he's going for the gold." She shook her head. "What the fuck is his problem, anyway? For someone so cocky, he's basically got a massive inferiority complex."
"Men can be such children sometimes..." Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes. "The biggest, baddest guy in the world can be reduced to a whiny child when faced with The Ex-Boyfriend."
Mere nodded. "Ain't that the fucking truth," she said. She took another swig of her bottle. "God, everyone freaks out about my ex boyfriends. You'd think they'd realize that we don't live in the past."
"Again... they're children." Ut-oh. Ginny? Was getting MAD now. "If you didn't care so much for the moron I'd offer to break him in two for you." Think she had some residual man-issues stemming from childhood? Yah-huh. Maybe a few.
Mere smirked. "Even though I do love him, the offer still sounds tempting," she said, seemingly contemplating it for a moment. "HOWEVER, I probably shouldn't let you. Plus, he's all wolfy and shit, and I wouldn't want his whole family pissed at you after you still manage to find a way to hand him his ass." Because girls were dirty fighters. Everyone knew this. She knew that Ginny would kick him in the nuts until they popped or something. She finished off her bottle. "Can I get another?" she asked, waving her bottle at the bartender. "And don't give me any 'you've had enough' bullshit or I'll tell the owner on your ass, and I used to fuck him, so he'll listen to me and fire your ass, or just make you disappear, like POOF!" She snapped her fingers. "Now make with the Mexican water!"
"Jesus Christ..." Ginny muttered. "One more, babe. Then I'm taking you home. Because if you end up dead? I don't think I'd be very happy. And you wouldn't want me all depressed again, would you?" Aha! Logic! Yes!
Mere might not understand her own tolerance level now. Sometimes she forgot things like she wasn't a vampire anymore, especially when she was really pissed off and mad at life and general. "OK, but because YOU say so, not because the bartender DID."
"Yes, dear. Because I said so." Wow. Ginny wasn't even sure WHAT to do with the girl right now. Take her home to her father? To the boyfriend? To one of her friends? She just knew now was NOT the time to dump the girl somewhere by herself. "I hate to say this... but if you're getting this destroyed over the guy, you clearly need him."
"Yeah...maybe," Mere agreed, "but that doesn't make him any less of a jackass right now. I can't be with him, no matter how much I may want it, if he's going to continue to be an immature ass about someone that I used to date." She wasn't sure if she could keep taking it.
"Tell you what. Just for tonight, because frankly, I don't wanna just drop your drunk butt off for someone else to have to worry about, you're coming home with me." And because she just KNEW Drunk!Mere was likely even more blunt and horny than usual, "And before you say a WORD, you're sleeping on my couch. And nothing else."
That just made Mere cackle with laughter. "Damn, gotta shut me down and everything!" she said, giggling. "Come on! We can invite your girl over and everything! It'll be fun." She was just teasing, that much was obvious, although she wouldn't turn her down if she decided to actually do that.
Oh GOD. Just when Ginny thought she'd prepared herself enough to not blush about anything Mere could say. "Sorry, babe. Like I said... I'm a one-woman gal." Ok, granted... the thought of Mere and Irene at the same time? Was a HOT one. But STILL. "We're gonna get you sobered up, then maybe in the morning before I take you to your place we'll talk about the music we'd been thinking of doing."
Mere gave an exaggerated pout. Still, she wasn't one to nag for it. "Alright then. Let me finish my drink and you can drag me back to your home and everything," she told her.
"Good. Because remember: I'm a LOT stronger than you now. So finish it quick. Before you get embarrassed." Ginny said with a sweet laugh as she crossed her arms over her breasts.
"What? Are you going to toss me over your shoulder and carry me out like the bad little girl I am?" Mere asked playfully. What? It wouldn't be the first time someone did that to her here.
"Actually? Yes. That's pretty much exactly what I meant. Now drink." Ooo. Apparently Concerned!Ginny was a forceful bitch, hm?
Mere just laughed, drinking some of her new drink. "Damn, that sounds kind of hot, actually. Can I request that type of conveyance then?"
"OhmyGOD." Ginny muttered, lightly slapping her own forehead. "This is going to be a very interesting evening..."