Lena Jacobs (vampiric_lena) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-06 20:37:00 |
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Amusing Night
Who: Lena and Rachelle
Where: Eden
When: August 5th, Evening
While Lena enjoyed the sub-level of Eden when she wanted to get away from the teeming hordes of humanity, she also enjoyed occasionally going to to normal floor and people watching. She wasn't supposed to eat the majority of them, anymore (anyone trying to date rape a girl in an alley was fair game, in her mind, though), but she still liked to watch them, maybe even try to figure out how she was supposed to act more like them, at least in some ways. Tonight she was watching them on the dance floor, mostly.
Knowing Neely was off doing only God-knew-what for the evening, Rachelle decided to sooth her inner girl for once, and got herself all gothed up to go to Eden. Wearing what could best be described as a gothic schoolgirl outfit, complete with black and white plaid skirt, combat boots, white button-down tied off at the tummy, her hair in pigtails, and a black leather choker around her neck, the bassist sat at the bar looking MOSTLY like she fit in.... I say mostly because, well... she still had a Red Sox cap on, backwards. Sigh. "Come on, dude." She said to the bartender. "I don't wanna ruin your goth cred or anything, but can't we get ONE lousy game on in here? My boys are playin' the Braves tonight. THE BRAVES, pal. It's Pedro vs. Glavine! AL vs. NL pitching matchup we NEVER get to see! Have a fucking heart, dude!"
Lena actually caught a glance at the school girl. She had seen plenty of girls dressed up as those tonight, but it was the ball cap that caught her attention. Of course, her very loud voice caught her attention as well. "That's certainly an interesting accessory to your outfit," Lena said, looking toward the hat.
"Hey. I keeps it REAL." Oh dear. Was Chelle picking up on some of her mun's favorite sayings? "I gotta represent my BOYS, yo. Who's a bitch gotta blow to get a ballgame on in this mopey bitch?"
As horrid as what she said was, Lena couldn't help but laugh. Was this the example of a 'strong woman' that she was supposed to be? She certainly seemed strong to Lena, anyway. "I'm fairly certain that you could pleasure the bartender all you wanted and he wouldn't do a thing for you." She thought for a second as to how to put it. "I believe, as the saying goes, he's into musical theater?"
"Goddammit." She said, even though she knew damn well it was just a saying. Even if she was single... she'd never been the type to use sex for favors. She looked at the bartender with a whimper. "C'mon... Pedro. Glavine. EPIC. No? Fuck." She turned back to Lena, sighing. "I got it recording at home, but that shit just ain't the same. Anyway. Hard to believe someone actually talked to me. I think the fact that I'm not sulking in a corner scares people off. I'm Rachelle."
Lena offered Rachelle her hand. "I'm Lena," she told her. "The fact that you aren't sulking is what makes you interesting, you know," she pointed out to her. "Which teams are you trying to watch? I have to admit, I'm not a sports watcher."
"I'm a huge baseball nut. Red Sox fan, die-hard. And they're playing the Atlanta Braves, which happens like... NEVER. Long story, but they're in separate conferences and play about as often as Pauley Shore makes a watchable movie." She looked at Lena, that complexion, the way she carried herself.... well damn. Looks like hanging around Neely and Skylar so much was teaching her a few things. "And fuck... you're totally a vampire."
Lena had no clue who Pauley Shore was (lucky her, huh?), but she was amused by the last comment that Rachelle made. "I am, actually," she told Rachelle matter of factly. "Don't worry, though, I promise not to bite unless you want me to."
"Oh dear." Chelle laughed, SORT of taking that the wrong way. "I'm.. um... " She held up her hand, flashing the wedding ring on it. "I realllly don't think my werewolf wife would much appreciate me coming home all 'oh hi babe... I let a hot vampire chow down on me. Night!'.... " Yeah, so she found Lena hot. What of it?
Lena chuckled. "Most significant others tend to not like that," she agreed. "If she ever gives you permission, though..." She smiled at Rachelle. "Not everyone knows about vampires. How did you guess?"
"Oh. Well... my band has more freaks in it than a goddamn circus sideshow, and as I mentioned... I married a hot blonde werewolf." She smirked, as, face it: that was a typical Rachelle explanation.
"It seems that the music scene of LA is full of supernatural creatures of all types," Lena commented. She didn't listen to modern music, but she knew of a couple of people IN those bands. "Your wife wouldn't happen to be from the Bale family?"
"She would. Smokin' hot blonde with the perfect little ass that lives above Avarice. Also known as Neely." She laughed, as GOD was she just retardedly in love.
Lena smiled. It seemed so easy for humans to fall in love that way. Of course, you become far less trusting when you live for hundreds of years. "You seem to really love her."
"I do. Even though she sorta cheated on me once, and hangs out with a little emo weirdo, and we sometimes wanna set each other on fire... I love the jackass." She said with a playful laugh, shrugging. "How about you, Count Chocula? You got a special someone? Your own little private Lestat?"
"I actually have no idea what either of those names you said mean," Lena admitted. She really did keep herself away from most of pop culture. "I am seeing someone, though. Someone I really like, and convinced me to not eat people like you." She smiled when she said the last part, because she still had a pretty evil sense of humor.
"And hopefully he or she are as much of an obvious party animal as you are, babe." How funny, that after all she's been through, Rachelle was now so jaded to this shit that she could sit there and be even cutely cheeky with a vampire?
"He was a priest in his mortal life," Lena said. "You do the math." Amazingly, Lena was showing that she had a sense of humor, even if it usually seemed to be more subtle.
"HAH!" Oh yeah. Rachelle totally got the allusion there. "He must be a freak and a fucking HALF now, girl! Go you! I'd say you should go turn Manny Ramirez so that he'd have super strength and might actually start hitting some home runs, but... there go any day-games, so... ixnay that."
"If I turned him, he'd have to quit," Lena pointed out. "They'll notice that he's not aging after five to ten years." The idea of Devon being a 'freak' was amusing, though. Well, she supposed that he was, by today's standards, but it was still great.
"Damn. Good point. Nobody can play ball forever, right?" Oh, how Rachelle didn't know about the future saga of Brett Favre, hilariously enough. "Anyway... out of curiosity, what made you decide to come over and talk to MY loud, obnoxious ass?"
"Other than the fact that you were yelling to watch a game and making for an entertaining show?" Lena asked. "I'm not too sure. Maybe I'm just starting to really want to know people."
"Well, I *am* an entertaining bitch, I'll give ya that. You know I got in a drinking contest with a bitch at Avarice a few months ago? Drank her under the fuckin' table, too, no matter WHAT the ho says to the contrary." Ok, so maybe that was VERY debatable. but shh.
Lena actually laughed at that. "I have to admit: I wouldn't mind seeing that. Of course, to do one with me would end in alcohol poisoning on your part, and I wouldn't want to deprive the world of your presence."
"Seriously. A world without me would be a much more dark and dismal place. Because I fucking ROCK." Because obviously, Rachelle was lacking in self confidence.