Iris Dickinson (Formerly Iris Phillips McConnell) (telekeneticspaz) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-17 22:39:00 |
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Current mood: | drunk |
Rumors Startin'
Who: Iris and Rachelle
Where: Avarice
When: Monday Night, 8/16
Iris drummed her fingers in beat with the song playing over the loud speakers at Avarice as she sipped at a glass of bourbon. Jeremy had been extra busy lately, and, well, she wouldn't go as far as to say that it was annoying her, but she was definitely starting to miss him and wish that he wouldn't be so buried in work. Sure, his work had to save the world, and she felt selfish for wanting him to spend more time with her, but a fiance was supposed to spend more time with their...other....fiance or whatever its supposed to be called. Either way, she was missing her man and starting to get restless. Also, she couldn't help but be a tiny bit paranoid that he was spending time with another Watcher or something. What? Work had interfered with her marriage before, with Pat and Skylar, so why *wouldn't* it happen again? She was never going to feel completely at ease with someone, was she?
She sighed and took a sip of her bourbon. She wished that she didn't feel this way, but she did.
Finally, meanwhile, Rachelle was starting to feel like her life was getting back on track. Things were back to normal with she and Neely, Lucy was almost ready for Van Warren to start recording the album she'd been writing, and Suicide Messiah's first album was about to drop. Chelle? Was pretty much on cloud nine. Enough so that even though she knew her bestie pretty much couldn't STAND Iris, she still danced over to her, sliding a beer in front of her.
"Have a drink. Gal as hot as you shouldn't be mopin'."
Well, while Patience had a fair reason to dislike Skylar (she had a baby with the man she loved while she was dead), Iris had a DAMN good reason to not like her. Her husband cheated on her with Skylar. So, her shit was legit. Too legit to quit. (The mun should slap herself for that joke, but instead she just laughs.) When Rachelle dropped a beer in front of her, Iris picked up her own drink and waved it slightly at her. "Already ahead of you," she said to Rachelle. Iris saw no real reason to jump on Rachelle for the company she kept: after all, she was friends with Ben.
"Well damn. Looks like marriage is makin' me lose my touch when it comes to the fine art of mackin'." Chelle sat down next to her, not really making a subtle show of giving her a once-over. "Iris, right?"
"I'm one of the few straight women left in LA," Iris said to her with a slight smile. "You could serve yourself up on a platter covered in honey and I still wouldn't be able to be macked on much." She shrugged. "Yeah, that would be me. Is it Rachelle?"
"The one, the only... and DAMN did you just give me a good idea for when Neely comes home..." Oh god. "So what's got YOU so pouty? Seriously... I hate seein' a gorgeous woman sad."
"Just name the move after me and go for it," Iris said with a slight smile, then took a sip of her drink. "Well, what's got me so pouty is that my fiance has sort of been burying himself in work lately. Well, I *hope* it's just work and not the breasts of a coworker. The last time that happened, Pat cheated on me with Skylar." She looked at Rachelle. "I don't hate your friend for that anymore, because I think it was for the best. Doesn't mean that I agree with all of her choices, though."
"Goddamn, man..." Chelle let all that process. "I really moved into a fucking soap opera. Did ANY of you NOT sleep with each other? Seriously?" And the sad part? Chelle wasn't even being a bitch... she just said whatever went through her mind.
Iris chuckled, and then shrugged. "Well, I've never slept with Skylar, so there's something," she said. She couldn't even say that she hadn't slept with Ben. Had ANYONE not slept with Ben?
"ah-HAH...." Chelle said, catching that part too. "And here I am, the sole woman in Los Angeles that isn't related to Ben through blood that HASN'T slept with him." She grinned at the the part where she said she wasn't related by BLOOD, as it hit her again that she was married into another family now, and was officially a Bale now.
Iris laughed. "Well, you sleep with women, so that saves you from Ben's sexual influence," she said playfully to Rachelle. "Then again, the man has converted more than one person before."
"Oh, bitch please." Chelle snorted, "I like everyone. Guys, gals, whatever. I just don't bogart my friend's partners, that's all. Had I got here a few months earlier, I'da prolly rode the wild Ben too." She admitted and cracked up. "No shame there."
Iris smiled. "Then you sound like a good woman, to not go after others' partners," she said. She decided to not say more on that subject, though. "There's no shame in riding Ben. It was actually pretty fun."
"Jesus Christ. Pat *and* Ben? I'm... strangely jealous of you suddenly, girl. Believe me... I've heard enough of what Patience says to Neely to know that I *should* be." Chelle cracked up, shaking her head.
Iris giggled. When she finished the bourbon in front of her, she actually went for the beer that Rachelle had brought over in the first place. "Both were great in bed," she admitted. "I'm more than happy with Jeremy, though. Well, I *would* be if he were home more."
"Damn. I guess I know what you mean. I kinda get worried that Neely will freak when I have to go on tour eventually. Kinda wanna bring her along solely for that reason." She winced, whispering a bit. "Neely loves me... but her willpower? Not always her biigest strength."
"I'm sure Neely wouldn't be missed TOO badly here," Iris told her. "Maybe her going with you would be fun."
"Especially now that Blake's in Vegas and not ruining Neely's shit anymore..." She shut up then, as, it kind of occurred to her that not EVERYONE was down with the future!kids... "Anyway... so not even hitting on you here, cuz I swear I'm totally not, but seriously, your eyes are AMAZING."
Iris smiled when Rachelle complimented her eyes. "Thank you," she said to the other girl, taking a sip of her beer. "You've got lovely eyes, too."
"Heh. No way." Chelle argued, laughing. "All people notice are my boobs." She then grabbed them and jiggled them, something she picked up from Neely. "Not that I'm complaining. They've gotten me way more attention than a sports-lovin' tomboy like me ever would normally get."
"Well, they are nice." OK, that was probably the alcohol talking. "But you have very pretty eyes, too."
"Thanks, hot stuff." She thought then, before, as usual, just blurting out what she was thinking. "So... girl to girl here: you been hangin' with Pat her a lot lately... any of the rumors floatin' around true?"
Iris arched an eyebrow. "Rumors?" Then it clicked. "Oh god NO! I would never do that to anyone after what I went through, especially to Patience. She's my friend."
"Dude. I dunno who started it, but people have been sayin' you and Pat are layin' pipe again. Just sayin'." Yeah. Real tactful and subtle, Chelle. "Nice visual on both ends, granted, but... yeah. Before that shit gets back to Patience, you might wanna do something about it."
"Do something about what? I haven't been doing ANYTHING?" Iris shouted. OK, anyone who actually knew her would know just how much she WOULDN'T do that to another person. Well, MAYBE Skylar, but only to teach a lesson. "Besides, I love Jeremy and she knows it."
"No no no. I know, babe. I just meant try to find out who's sayin' that shit and tell 'em to shut the fuck up or something. Because believe me... I'm with you in the 'been cheated on' boat." Chelle winced, STILL sort of hurt over it. "It doesn't feel good, I know."
Iris nodded. "I can't even imagine who would say something stupid like that," she said with a sigh.
"Stupid, jealous bitches, really." Hey... if nothing else? Rachelle pulled no punches. Ever. "So... on funnier topics... between my friend and yours... who ya think's gonna kill the other one first? We should totally make a bet."
Iris snorted. "I really have no idea. One's a Slayer and one's now part demon or something. Technically, it's good VS. evil, although I'm not sure which is good and which is evil."
"I prefer to think of it as bitchy vs. bitchier." Chelle laughed. "Because I've seen them in the same place at the same time. They're seriously destined to either kill each other or have the roughest, angriest, MEANEST sex of all time."
Iris snorted. "If they have sex then I quit life, because then everyone WILL have basically fucked everyone in some weird six degrees of separation."
"I wouldn't worry. I think that's just destined to be some weird, wet dream of mine." Oh fuck, Rachelle... do you ever LISTEN to yourself? "Anyway... seriously, have a few more drinks, have em put on my tab, then go find your man. I hate seeing someone so hot look so depressed." She shrugged, giving a fairly sweet smile. "Me? I'm gonna go find Neely... and maybe do that honey thing you mentioned."
Iris laughed at that. "I'll have some drinks and then enjoy them on your tab only if you insist," she said playfully. "Hopefully I'll find Jeremy at home and he'll be in a good mood." He'd better be. "And enjoy the honey."