Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-06 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale, tom bale |
Neely's Dad Drops By
Who: Neely, Rachelle and a guest appearance by Neely's Dad, Tom
Where: Their Apartment Above Avarice
When: Tuesday, August 3rd - Late Afternoon/Early Evening
"Dude. You wanna talk about moving fast in a relationship..." Oh no. Rachelle had that tone where you could tell she had something bluntly hilarious to say, and knew it damn well. "You realize in less than a year, we started dating, got married, had two girls, and now one of them's moving away with her girlfriend? That has to be a goddamn RECORD, girl."
She was, sweetly enough, putting together a care package for Blake to take with her to Neely's mother's place in Vegas. In a huge box, Chelle was putting every little thing she could think of that would be sentimental to the girl. Wearing an old, faded Sox t-shirt, bicycle shorts, and black Nikes, her red hair in pigtails, Chelle honestly looked like, despite all that had happened recently, she was back in a good place, mentally. Maybe it was the 'finally knocking boots with her wife' that did it, hm?
"I hope Bee likes the stuff I'm packing for her..."
"I'm sure she will," Neely replied with a laugh. She, herself, was sitting in the recliner (what she considered to be one of the FEW untouched pieces of furniture in the apartment), dressed in short-shorts and a plain white tee, her pale legs kicked up over the arm-rest. "I find it utterly adorable that you're making her a care package," she smirked.
"Hey... she's from some like... alternate future THAT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN HERE" she quickly threw in, for obvious reasons, "But I love both of them. Even if neither of them can seem to date anyone you haven't fucked. Granted, I see how it might be hard to FIND someone that fits that category..." Oh, the bitch!, "but still. And yeah... I got her a Sox jersey, a new ballcap, some good books, a 'Yankees Suck' bumper sticker for the new car she's about to inherit, and..." she held up a small gold necklace. "My grams gave me this years ago, along with a matching bracelet." She grinned, not used to showing this kind of sentimentality to anyone, even Neely. "Thought I'd give one to each of the girls... give them something to remember me by, wherever they go."
"I can't even make fun of that," Neely replied with a small smile. "We could always visit her, anyway. ...And Bastian's staying in LA. She actually asked me for a loan yesterday." Which surprised her, honestly. "Oh, also? Don't hit on my mom when you meet her."
"Dude. I got places even *I* won't go. And even if she ends up being a total MILF, I can't go there. I'm more worried that she'll hate me. I'm not exactly the girl every parent dreams their kid will end up with."
Chelle laughed there, able to make fun of her own... drawbacks.
"I can't believe you let Blake and Gwen live after their LAST go-round through the apartment... do we even have anything LEFT?"
"She won't hate you," Neely replied. "She might not necessarily GET you, but... You make me happy, so that's all she needs to know." She smiled faintly as she absently twisted her wedding band with her thumb.
"Har har. I think our bed's still safe. So no murdering yet."
Uh-oh. Clearly, that made her think of something. Rachelle raised a brow and looked at Neely, crossing her arms over her ample breasts. "We DO have a waterbed, Neels. And eventually Blake's gonna remember that. We need to start locking the bedroom door. Seriously."
Come on... it was almost like Blake and Gwen were TRYING to see how far they could lovingly push Neely.
"I really don't wanna see you in jail for killing our child."
"You know, *we* could make more use of the bed. At least it'd make it hard for Blake to try to do it," Neely suggested with a waggle of her eyebrows. It looked like she was finally over her fear of physically hurting 'Chelle, hm?
"That *is* a good point..." Chelle seemed to agree, smirking with wicked delight. "I'm sure we could think of some ways to make sure she can never LOOK at that bed without crying again..."
How relieved was the bassist to see Neely treating her, well, NORMAL again? Quite, thanks.
"So.... at the risk of starting an argument here: we're in agreement? Alternate reality? No... um... no you-fucking-Ash gonna be going on here?"
"Totally agreed. I mean, I love the guy, but... eugh," Neely replied, actually shivering a little just imagining it. "AU-Me must have been stoned out of her mind or something. Or, y'know, surprisingly not gay. Which is just... not something I want to think about. Ever." Aww, a rarely seen Neely!Rant makes an appearance. "Anyway!"
"Exactly. I mean, yes, I like guys. We all know this. But YOU? That's like Richard Simmons suddenly being knee-deep in pussy."
Rachelle gave an adorable little huff there, crossing her arms.
"Besides. MINE."
"Totally yours." Neely agreed, before leaning over to give Rachelle a sweet smooch. "Oh, speaking of pussy." Oh, THERE was a good segue. "I spoke to Gwen. We're on... friendly terms now. Unless she fucks up. Then I get to maul her in the not friendly way," she grinned evilly.
"Now I gotta find a way to make nice with Meeghan. I know she hates me... but I gotta try. For Bastian. That can't be comfy for her, you know?"
Chelle reached out and took Neely's hand, grinning.
"I love you more every day, you know that?"
"No, but ... she seems to compartmentalise well," Neely replied with a shrug. Ha! Just wait until something or someone pisses off Bastian. Seriously. THEN see how well she does compartmentalising her emotions.
"Pshaw. Not as much as *I* love you, so THERE." Ahh, yes. She couldn'tbe serious for long now, could she?
"Fine. Then let's go make sure that bed doesn't appeal to Blake at ALL the next time she decides to be a little smartass about...."
Rachelle was cut off then by... a knock at the door? Huh? Who would even be OUT there?
"Bennnnnetttttttt...." Oh. Oh NO. That voice, and that mocking use of her real first name could only mean one thing. Her father, Thomas Bale. Crap. "C'mon, kiddo, open the door, I gotta piss like a racehorse out here."
Neely's eyes widened comically then, "Dad?" Luckily her surprise outweighed her annoyance over him using her first name, huh?
She gave Rachelle a puzzled look before squeezing the redhead's hand and dashing over to open the front door. "Go on then. Bathroom's that way." She pointed.
Sprinting in, he was almost the polar opposite of what one would expect to be the father of this gorgeous, petite blonde. He was fairly short, extremely muscular, covered in a myriad of tattoos... and actually kind of looked like Brandon and Brennan in the face, really.
After a few seconds, he gave an audible 'whew!' and walked out, looking at Neely and Rachelle.
"Damn... so THIS is the wife, huh? Gotta say, Neels, you know how to pick 'em. Rachelle, right?"
Chelle just nodded, caught a little off-guard. "You... you're Neely's dad? Seriously?" She looked back at Neely, eyes wide. "Maybe... maybe I'll go watch the game or something. Give you guys some time. I'll try not to swear too loud."
"Child, please." He scoffed, grinning as he gave her a hug. "You're my daughter-in-law now. And I love sports, so swear all you want. Ever hear how Neely here got her middle name?" Oh NO.
"Dad, no. Please for-the-love-of-God-don't-tell-her." Oh. My. God. Was Neely blushing? ... She hardly EVER blushed.
"See, I'm a HUGE hockey fan." Yeah, he either didn't hear her? Or chose to ignore her totally. "And one night, me and her mom, who, by the way? SMOKING hot. Seriously. Wait till you see her. Anyway, me and her mom are sorta having one of our old marathon sessions. But I didn't wanna miss the Bruins/Penguins game. So I'm goin' to town on her, with the TV on mute behind us, sneaking peeks at the game here and there."
Ah. And it looks like we're beginning to discover where Neely got her class and elegance, hm?
"Well, it goes into overtime, and just as her mom's about to fuckin CRASH, Cam Neely scores to win the game, and I fuckin' lose my shit, and yell "NEELY SCOOOOOOOORES!" right in mid-sex. Nine months later, I knew it had to at LEAST be her middle name. Had she been a boy, it totally would have BEEN her name."
Neely literally face-palmed then and shook her head. Sure, she loved her middle name, but did he have to tell that story to EVERYONE in the history of EVER? "Thanks, dad."She rolled her eyes and padded over to the kitchen, yelling over her shoulder, "Beer?"
"Dude?" Rachelle blinked, a little awestruck, "I kind of love your father."
Tom just cackled and stuck a hand in the air for Neely to throw him a beer. "You'll fit in with us just fine, kid. Just don't tell her mom I told you that story. I probably won't get to touch her for another six months."
Chelle gave a confused look there. "Neely said you guys are divorced..."
"Oh, we are. Can't stand each other half the damn time. Still have GREAT sex though." And then? Oh my GOD he high-fived a cackling Rachelle.
Neely tossed Tom a beer and actually took a minute to consider whether Rachelle got one. The bitch. For all of the sex they were having now, she still worried for Rachelle's health. She threw caution to the wind, however, and pulled out two more beers, handing one to her wife, muttering 'lalala' under her breath. Oh, so THAT'S where Blake got that from, hm? Or maybe it was the other way around. Anyway...
"I... thought mom was coming," Neely admitted. "Not that I'm not overjoyed to see you," she added with a smirk.
"Long story. We got busy, then we talked, she got pissed at me, called me a moronic child, and said I could come out alone while she got her place ready for Blake."
Then he paused, and looked at the two girls.
"Which... three questions. First... the future? Seriously? Second.. when do I get to meet them? And third... how the HELL did this happen? Last time I checked? Two chicks can't have a kid."
Yeeeeeah, that sounded about right, didn't it? Neely took a swig ofher beer before giving Rachelle a little hip bump.
"First, yes. Second... as sooooon as they get home. Third, apparently I had a baby daddy and wasn't entirely gay there." She threw her arms up in the air in a 'I don't get it either!' gesture.
"Must be a HELL of a man, kid, all I'm sayin'." He caught the beer, as though he and Neely had done this tons of times. Which, actually? They probably HAD.
"Well... look. I'll take the things you gals got packed now, put 'em in my truck, and then head to the store to pick a few things up. I didn't mean to just barge in and interrupt anything. Neels... wanna just text me when the girls get back? So I can come meet them both properly?"
Neely blushed faintly there, since... she thought the world of Ash. Still, having kids... wasn't something they were going to do in the near future.
"I can do that," Neely replied, leading the way to Blake's room onlyto discover...
"BITCH. I told her to finish this earlier! What the fuck did she DO with her afternoon?!" Aww, how cute. She got a little frustrated there. "Well... this one looks packed, at least." She lifted it easily and handed it over to her pop. "Hopefully they won't be long."
Tom gave the blonde a cute little hip-check (so THAT'S where Neely got it!) and grabbed the bags.
"Like I said... text me when they get here. Rachelle? Nice meeting you. Welcome to the family." Then he leaned in, and whispered in her ear. "Seriously though. Prepare yourself for how how Neely's mom is. You don't wanna get caught staring."
With a little laugh, he waltzed on out the door, leaving Rachelle with a look that clearly said 'WTF?'
"Neely? Your dad is like... the coolest guy EVER."
"Yeah," Neely replied with a laugh, still blushing FURIOUSLY (And wasn't that just the cutest thing ever?). "Kinda explains a lot too,huh?" She smirked. What? She knew where she got all of her... childish impulses from.
"You were concieved during a hockey game. I am SO jealous." Shit. That WOULD be the thing she focused on.
Neely laughed and rolled her eyes before giving Rachelle a good smack on the ass. "Smart ass," she murmured, before putting on her best innocent expression. "You knoooow, we ARE home alone... and weren't we going to take advantage of it before that little impromptu visit?"
"You know? I believe we werrrrre..." Chelle replied with a little smirk. "Wanna show these young whippersnappers how it's done?"
"Gladly," Neely grinned. She took hold of Rachelle's hand and led her wife to the bedroom, opening the door wide in her enthusiasm... before stopping short. Rachelle might not have known, given how... perfect everything looked. Almost untouched. Neely? Knew better. Had better senses.
"I am going to fucking MURDER that girl."