Camille Blake (popularbitch) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-17 22:42:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | brayden bale, camille blake-benoit, place: la |
Camille's Night Job
Who: Camille and Brayden
Where: Avarice
When: Thursday Night, July 15th
Camille walked through Avarice carrying a tray of drinks as she headed over to the table that had ordered them. After quitting her last job as a waitress at a diner, she had picked up two jobs. Her day job was at Chloe's Sugar Shack, but her night job as a waitress at Avarice. She had wanted to be a bartender, but you apparently now had to be a waitress first and wait for a spot to open. The money as a waitress was still triple what she had made at the diner, though, so she wasn't going to complain. She just wish that they didn't put the waitstaff in such short skirts that she felt every little breeze blow across her ass.
Of course, Brayden didn't mind those short skirts at ALL. Hell... if he had his way they'd be wearing thongs and nothing else. Ah well. Maybe one day when HE ran the joint, right? He'd been sitting there by himself, waiting for Meredith to arrive, and was checking out the hot new blonde working there... when he widened his eyes as he realized who she WAS. "...nuh-UH. Get the fuck outta h... Camille???"
Oh fucking YAY. She turned around and gave a slightly pissed off smile to him. "Yep, that's my name, don't wear it out," she said to him, almost sarcastically perky, if that was possible. "You need a drink refill?"
"What I need is for you to bend over and lemme see that fine ASS, girl." Oh yes. Because as we all know, Brayden is QUITE the gentleman. "...the fuck are YOU doing working here?"
"Wait for me to go up the stairs and you'll see plenty of it," Camille commented. Hey, she DID realize why she was getting good tips, after all. No reason to pretend. It wasn't for her sunny attitude. "I believe it's called 'working.' Ever do it before?"
"Me? Seriously? Like I need to. My family's got more money than motherfuckin' Fort Knox." And so modest about it, hm? "And since when do YOU work, princess? If I'd known you needed money, I could have offered you WAY more fun ways to earn it..."
She rolled her eyes. "I may be desperate for cash, but I ain't that desperate," she pointed out. "Besides, there's always stripping before prostitution." She HAD actually checked those options. She just didn't need them. Not yet. "My mother kicked me out and disowned me. Because my father is fairly dickless, he didn't do anything about it." She shrugged.
"Damn... that sucks, babe..." He said, sincerely as he kept checking her out. Hey... he cared, ok? But he was still Brayden. "Damn, how did I never notice how fine you were in school? Probably I was just too busy hatin' on you for picking on Mac."
"Sucks is the understatement of the year," Camille pointed out. Then he said the next part. "Yeah, sorry about that. Said mother liked to encourage the massive bitch in me. She's the social climber from hell, and definitely believes in keeping the little people under her feet, which seems to include me now that I don't agree with her."
"Sure you don't wanna go somewhere and make out? My girlfriend totally won't mind. Hell... she'd probably at least watch..." He grinned wickedly at her, looking at her like she was something on the menu.
Camille rolled her eyes. "Tempting, but right now I'm on the clock," she pointed out. "I know you're a Bale and all, but I gotta try and make bank now since I'm paying my own bills."
"Yeah right... act like you don't want me but we both know ya DO. I've seen how you used to eye me up before me and Mac started hanging. But hey... I get the 'on the clock' thing." He smirked again, leaning back in his seat. "Wanna get together when you're done? I got a bad-ass house down by the beach... we could hang out, I'll introduce you to my girl..."
"Maybe on one of my nights off," Camille said fairly neutrally. She wasn't sure if she should sleep with a relative of the owner of this place. If she knew that Bray was actually his son? Then she definitely wouldn't. She needed this job too damn bad. "Can I ask a favor, though? Would you mind getting Mac to come by here so I can apologize for being a bitch? I already apologized to Cassie, so I might as well make the full rounds, right?"
"No problem. I'd do it even more willingly if you'd make out with her. Because god DAMN that would be hot." Jesus Christ... Brayden really DID have a one track mind...
Camille shook her head. "I don't think she swings that way, Bray," she pointed out to him. "Then again, I'm not exactly gaydar here. What the hell do I know?" Well, at least she was honest in her lack of knowledge.
He looked at her again, knowing Mere would LOVE if he brought this one home sometime. Hm. Home. That gave him an idea for the next time he talked to her.... still... he'd have to talk to Mac first... anyway. "Yeah, yeah. Still... I bet we have time for a quickie in the back before you go back to work..."
"Damn, either you're hard up or you're just that horny in general that you're wanting to fuck a waitress, huh?" She rolled her eyes. "You know, if you weren't a relative of the owner, I'd be a lot less reluctant. I really need this job. The Sugar Shack don't pay enough."
"Hah. Believe me, girl. On two things." And yes, this was Brayden being nice, and complimentary. "First, rich princess or broke-ass waitress, you're STILL one sexy chick. Second? With me as your friend? Unless you like... punch a customer or set the joint on fire, you ain't gonna get fired."
She laughed. "Well, my tips show that I'm still sexy no matter what my monetary circumstances might be," Camille pointed out. Thus was why the mini skirt and no underwear combo worked so well. "I'll keep the second part in mind, though."
"Please do. Trust me, babe... it'll be an evening you'll NEVER forget." He laughed, before (in a typical Brayden way of being nice), casually slipping a hundred dollar bill into her outfit's apron without her seeing him.
She didn't notice the money at all. Talk about slick. "Then I wouldn't WANT it to be fit into a quickie in a back room, if you're half as good as you claim," Camille pointed out. Then she wouldn't get to experience all of the fun, right?
"Fine, fine. Get that sweet little ass back to work. You'll see me around... I guarantee." He winked at her, already formulating some plans in his head.