Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-21 14:11:00 |
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Current mood: | drunk |
Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Don't Ever Play 'The Penis Game' With 'Chelle
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: Avarice
When: Backdated to last Saturday, August 14th
"Heh. You know..." With that warbly little giggle that could only mean she was already tipsy, Rachelle sat across from Neely at a table near the bar at Avarice, back to her usual fashion sense tonight: she was decked out in tight blue jeans, combat boots, and a baggy Steelers jersey with her usual Red Sox cap. "A vampire totally hit on me at Eden last week. I think. She mighta just been hungry."
"Okay, stop. There are two things wrong with that sentence." Neely herself, had opted for something different than her 'usual' fashion sense, which consisted of tight leather pants and a matching black and red corset, her hair teased messily. She had had a few drinks as well, but wasn’t quite as tipsy as 'Chelle. "First, that you spoke to a vampire. Bad, Chelle. Bad. Second, that you were at Eden. What the fuck were you doing at Eden? Y'know they don’t put sports channels on there, right?"
"Yeah, I know that NOW. Missed the Martinez/Glavine matchup because of it, thanksabunch." Chelle grumbled with a roll of her eyes. "You were out with Emo!Boy, and Bastian was out... out... I dunno... prolly letting her fingers do the walking like Meeghan was the goddamn Yellow Pages. So I was bored."
"Fine. Next time you want some entertainment, though. You just give me a call and I'll come running," Neely replied with her trademark lopsided smirk. She finished the last of her beer and flagged down Kayla for two more.
"Well, I didn't wanna interupt, you know?" Oh no... she had that mischevious grin going now. "Just in case you guys were getting a head start on makin' the girls or something..."
"Oh, don't you start, woman," Neely warned, pointing a finger at her wife with a stern expression on her face.
"Hahahahah..." Chelle snorted, reaching over to touch Neely's hair. "So when's the tryout with the Crue, babe?" She asked with a sweetly teasing tone.
"You bitch," Neely scowled as she leaned back in her seat. She looked up as Kayla approached and asked: "D'you think my wife's a bitch? Say yes and I'll love you forever."
Kayla chuckled and shook her head, setting the drinks down for them. "No. Because you already love me." She poked out her tongue.
"Shit, I didn't think of that," Neely replied, a little deflated there.
"Kayla is SO hot, dude..." Chelle said, loudly enough that Kayla (and half the bar) likely heard. "Seriously. I'd strap that ass to my face like a feed-bag."
That was the thing about 'Chelle. She was never one for subtlety, was she? Neely almost did a spit-take, but instead choked on her mouthful of beer. "Jesus! Wanna say that any louder? I don't think she heard you." She coughed.
"Ok." Oh NO. "YO! KAYLA! YOU'RE HOT AS HELL, GIRL!" Jesus. Maybe... maybe Chelle shouldn't drink ever again, huh? "So anyway. Now that Blake's officially moved out... are the few untouched posessions we have safe now?"
Kayla laughed and shook her head over at the bar. Lucky for Rachelle she was a Bale now, huh? Otherwise she’d have been cut off with that little display.
"I think so. Still, they’re not allowed in the apartment at the same time again," Neely replied, before leaning across and giving 'Chelle a quick kiss. D'aw.
"Yeah. That'll happen. They're as attached at the hip as we are, babe. I think it's kinda sweet, really." Was it wrong that even after everything... Chelle kinda thought Gwen was a good match for Blake? "So.. now that I've met the epic AWESOME that is your dad... when do I meet this supposedly uberhot mom of yours?"
"I have no idea," Neely replied, rolling her eyes and coming *this* close to facepalming. "I guess whenever you want."
"Seriously. Your dad is like, the funniest dude EVER." Chelle grinned there, and took another drink. "I can't believe you were conceived during a hockey game. I am SO fucking jealous."
"Har har. How were YOU concieved then? .... Actually, no. I don't want to know. Love your dad, but I think I just died a little inside picturing him naked," Neely replied, before downing another swig of her drink.
"Dude. You have no idea. I've SEEN pictures of my mom. How my father ended up with HER I will never know. Seriously." Chelle snorted again, taking another shot. "I totally get why they fired her... but it still feels weird without McConnell here. You and her doing your little routine..."
"Yeah," Neely agreed. "Kayla's ... okay. We've always gotten along pretty well, but... she has this weird vibe lately. It's kinda off-putting," she admitted with a shrug. "I might invite Patience over sometime, though. If you don't mind."
"Hey. I'm trying to get past the whole 'being TOO loyal to my friends' thing. Her problems with Skylar are between THEM. Feel free." And then? Oh god. Chelle gave that EVIL grin. "And tell her to wear something SEXY."
"Oh God, don't tempt me," Neely replied with a laugh. Of course, she was kidding, although: "She probably would, too, the bitch."
"Hey. Bitch is HOT. Am I really alone in thinking her and Skylar need to just get naked and have hot, sweaty, ANGRY sex?" And again, clearly, Rachelle and her mun had similar thoughts.
"Oh, you're not wrong. It'll NEVER-EVER-IN-A-MILLION-YEARS happen, though," Neely replied. Hey, she knew Patience, okay? She knew the woman was looking for blood.
"God. Skylar, Patience, Kayla, Chloe... how the fuck did we end up with such hot bitches as our friends?" Chelle asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not a clue," Neely laughed. "But I'm not gonna complain, since I got the hottest of 'em all." She grinned.
"Heh. Yer just sayin' that cos you wanna DO me." Chelle laughed, downing another shot. "Not complainin' or anything though..."
"Of COURSE I do," Neely giggled, brushing her ankle against 'Chelle's slightly. "I ALWAYS want you."
"Dude. Of COURSE you always want me." She grabbed her boobs and jiggled them in that manner that she learned from watching Neely, "That's cuz I got MAD tits goin' on here."
Neely leaned back and looked Rachelle over appreciatively, "Ass too. Don’t forget the ass," she replied before taking a swig of her beer. "We should totally do tequila shots."
"Maybe that's why Maddie still wants to do me so bad..." Chelle wondered aloud. Jesus Christ. "You need to come with me to Eden sometime. So I can show you my new vampire friend. She's soooooo fuckin' hot."
"God, if I had a newspaper nearby I’d roll it up and hit you with it," Neely replied. "No Vampires, and *NO* hanging around Maddie without supervision." Oooh, think ‘Chelle touched on a nerve there?
Rachelle SNORTED with laughter there, loudly. She threw her head back and laughed triumphantly. "You're totally havin' an anx... anxie... a freakout cuz you know some other chick wants me!"
"I am not," Neely replied maturely, actually POUTING there. Okay, so maybe she WAS having an anxiety attack. What of it?
"I'm youuuuuuurs, baby. The other bitches? Only place I'm doin' them is in my head. When I'm rubbin' one out." Yeah, if you're wondering? Even Chelle's mun flailed and facepalmed at that one.
Neely sighed and nodded. "I know. I’m just a possessive bitch… I guess it’s a wolf thing." She shrugged before getting that evil little grin of hers and reaching under the table, her hand finding ‘Chelle’s lap. "Speaking of rubbing one out."
"HAW!" Chelle laughed loudly, kind of not getting the whole 'hey, this is a sexy, soft-spoken moment' thing right now. "Dude, yer totally tryin' to go dippin' in my box RIGHT HERE. I am so fucking awesome."
Neely couldn't help it but laugh then, as really, only 'Chelle could say something like that and still be utterly adorable. "Well yes. And I think half the club knows that now, so thank you," she murmured. Note: She hadn't pulled away. Actually, she was rubbing her hand across 'Chelle's inner thigh.
Rachelle just gave an adorably big grin then, GIGGLING a little. Yeah. When Chelle giggled? You knew she was at least tipsy. "You must be drunk to find me THAT hot that you can't even wait till we get upstairs..."
"Please. It takes a LOT of restraint not to maul you in public," Neely replied with that little smirk of hers, tip-toeing her fingers across ‘Chelle’s lap. "But maybe the alcohol is dropping those little barriers that I put up to save from public indecency."
"Still dun get why you think I'm so hot... not compared to some of those hot, skanky bitches I've seen eyein' you up when we're out..." So Chelle still had worth issues, ok? She just usually was sober enough to not let them show.
"Hey, you? Are GORGEOUS. T & A are nothing compared to your… very loud personality, babe," she smirked, nuzzling into Rachelle a little. "They’re all… boring compared to you." She might have explained it better if she was sober…
"Even your lil' boyfriend?" She asked, obviously joking but... ok, so maybe she STILL worried a bit about how the HELL the girls ever got born, ok?
"Oh god, he’s the dullest of them all," Neely snickered, wrinkling her nose cutely as she took a sip of her beer.
"So... no worries that my Neely's gonna wake up one morning and crave the penis?" Oh my god. She was SO LOUD, too!
Annnd just for that, 'Chelle got a good thwack in the arm. "Are you KIDDING? I can't even say 'penis' without laughing." She actually did laugh after she said it, too. Ah, something she had in common with her mun, clearly.
"But can you HEAR it without laughing?" Oh god, Chelle... what are you thinking? "Let's find out..." OH NO. She stood up, and, cupping her hands together, YELLED. "EVERYONE! I have something to say! PENIS!!!! That is all." She then sat back down.
Neely took a few seconds to register what Rachelle had said before CACKLING with laughter, actually bending over in her seat as if that was the way to get her breath back. "You crazy bitch."
"Not crazy. Slightly drunk." Then, after thinking for a moment, "Ok, and maybe crazy, too."
"My kinda crazy, though," Neely replied with a sweet little grin, before giving 'Chelle a kiss. "C'mon, before I COMPLETELY loose my self-control. Let's go make like bunnies."
"Hopefully you mean the massive sexings, and not the 'leaving poop pellets everywhere'. Cuz that German porn crap ain't my thaaaaang." Seriously, the mun's jaw is hanging open right now, as he can't believe he WROTE that.
"Baby, what are we good at?" Neely teased, rolling her eyes. She took 'Chelle's hand and helped her up.
"Sex?" Chelle said, nibbling her lip. "And sometimes crossword puzzles. So... I'm thinking you wanna do one of the two."
"God, you're such a tease," Neely muttered, spanking 'Chelle's ass as she led her back upstairs.