Coming Clean Who: Bastian, Neely and Rachelle (Potentially OT continuation) Where: The apartment above Avarice When: Wednesday, July 7th
After Neely's little... bout of possessiveness the week before, things had calmed down for Bastian. She and Neely had talked and cleared the air. Neely explained as much as she could about her relationship (for lack of a better word) with Meeghan, and ultimately, that she just wanted Bastian to be happy no matter who she was with. She seemed to take the pairing better than she had Blake and Gwen, or at least, so it seemed to Bastian, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
And so, the blonde was sitting in the recliner with her long legs kicked up over the armrest, just... staring off into space.
Neely had been on the phone for the past five minutes, talking hurriedly to Raph Barnes... apparently Kayla was being woken up today and the werewolf had told him that she wanted to be there when that happened. She quickly disconnected and rushed to get her keys, "...Fucking Blake. Where the fuck are my keys?!" She literally started upending couch cushions to find them. "And you!" She pointed to Bastian. "Have to talk to 'Chelle today. Seriously. She'd rather hear that shit from you than someone else."
"What shit?" Were the first words Chelle blurted out as she shuffled into the room, clad in baggy-as-hell PJ bottoms and a slightly-too-tight Steelers tee. "Oh man... is there more drama? Please tell me there's not more drama."
"Well, that depends on your definition of 'drama'," Neely replied with a smirk, before: "A-ha! Keys! I swear, I'm going to murder that girl." Anyway... "Honeybee? Wanna tell 'Chelle the good news?"
Bastian? Actually pouted then and replied honestly: "Not really..."
"Aw man... please don't tell me you fucked up my favorite bass. Please." She'd heard ONE of the girls messing around with it one night, but had shut her mouth and said nothing... "If my baby is ok, then I don't think much else will fuck with me TOO bad..."
Yeeeeah, that was Blake. Bastian had inherited Neely's love of the piano, interestingly. Although she hadn't gone near it since she'd come to town. "I'm dating someone..." Bastian started simply, before taking the 'ripping off the band aid' approach. "Meeghan Gregory."
Rachelle stared at her then. Then looked at Neely, as if asking 'is she being serious?', and blinked, crossing her arms over her chest as she waited.
Neely had every intention of going to the hospital... but she was kind of scared for Bastian's safety right now, funnily enough. "Yeeeeah, kinda found out the fun way. Super senses? Suck sometimes."
Bastian pouted a little at that, but didn't say anything and instead looked down, unable to meet Rachelle's eyes there.
"Dude." Chelle looked at each of them, before throwing her arms in the air... and laughing. Again. Even harder than she did over Blake and Gwen. "Jesus!!! Can't either of you bitches hook up with someone I'VE fucked for once???"
Neely face-palmed then, realising that she'd been worried over nothing. Again. Before rolling her eyes and hugging the bassist. "God, I love you."
Bastian looked up at Rachelle, honestly surprised by her reaction. She knew what Blake would say here... something about Neely being the town bike, or something. She, however, wasn't quite as cruel. "Sorry," she said with a faint smile.
"Ok, ok... look. Bastian. Me and you. We're gonna have some long-overdue bonding. Like... right the fuck NOW." Ah, ever the sweet, sensitive mother, huh? "Neels? Wanna go... I dunno, pester one of the cousins or something? I think Little Miss Humiliated and I need to have a talk."
Fortunately, Neely had to step out anyway. Although she hadn't (and probably wouldn't) tell Rachelle why that was. "Yeah, I can do that, baby," she replied with a cheeky little grin, and keys finally located, stepped out for the afternoon.
"I'm not humiliated... " Bastian pouted. Awr, how cute.
"Look. I'ma say the same goddamn thing to you I said to Blake. Do you love the natty-haired beeyotch?" Ok, so at least now she said it more playfully, so deal. "And does she feel the same? Because that's ALL that matters. Don't ever give a SHIT if me or Neely like who you're dating, as long as he or she makes you stupidly, retardedly happy."
Bastian had always been... very guarded when it came to admitting her feelings, but Rachelle had always and would always be the rare exception to that. She smiled faintly and shifted in her seat, crossing one foot under her thigh. "I don't know about love, but... she makes me happy."
"Happy-happy? Or sopping-wet-orgasm happy? Because no offense, but you can have THAT kind of happy with anyone if done right." Oh god. Make her stop. But she was trying, ok?
"Happy-happy," Bastian clarified. "We actually didn't get to the 'sopping-wet-orgasm' stage straight away," she admitted with a shrug. Hey, there were going for honesty here, right?
"Good. Because trust me... none of my friends wanted me with Neely after how she broke my heart. But I went with what I felt, and look! I got me a hot-ass wife who I now know loves me totally." She gave a ta-da gesture and laughed. "If it'll help? Tell Meeghan that... I'd like to give meeting her a second chance. This time with no fisticuffs involved." Yeah. It never occurred to her that maybe Bastian didn't know exactly what happened there...
Interestingly, Neely hadn't told her about that part... although why, Bastian wasn't entirely sure. She arched a blonde eyebrow at Rachelle. "I didn't know about that," she admitted, before sighing and adding: "I don't think she'd want to, though. She wasn't very... gracious when she saw Neely."
"Well... extend the olive branch for me. Tell her I swear I just wanna meet her as a loving parent-figure. You know... and not as the bitch who popped her in the fuckin' jaw a few months back." Rachelle replied with a slightly embarrassed grin.
"I'll try," Bastian replied with a small smile. It occurred to her then that her mother really hadn't changed much over the years. She just... got older. It was an oddly comforting thought, one which brought a small smile to the blonde's face.