Remy Benoit (guitar_god) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-25 14:56:00 |
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Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | deanna kiske, place: la, remy benoit |
A Guitarist and a Stripper Meet in a Bar
Who: Deanna and Remy
Where: Avarice
When: God, I can't remember. Let's just say it's set after Dee and Kay broke up, hm?
Deanna had purposely avoided going to work the last week, figuring she'd avoid having to see Kayla. Oh, how little our blonde dancer knows, hm? Deciding she needed to stop being a whiny!pants and constantly crying to Meredith, the curvy blonde put on her favorite outfit (a sexy little black pleated mini with skintight black tank), her long hair falling about her shoulders. She walked into the club, only to see... ohhhh FUCK. Was... was that KAYLA at the bar? Her heart sank a little, as she quickly skulked to the back of the club, underneath where the VIP section was...
Remy had… actually been coming out of the men's room downstairs when he spotted Deanna. He liked the redhead that usually served him down there but since a little 'incident' they'd put on someone else, which… actually made him a little sad. She'd flirted with him, sure, but there'd never really been anything behind it, which he liked in a bartender. This new girl was... different. ANYWAY. He smiled when he spotted Dee, but soon frowned at the expression on her face. He ducked his head down slightly to talk to her (since yes, he was a tall motherfucker), "What's wrong, cher?"
Dee blinked and looked up, eyes widening when she saw WHO was talking to her. "Um.. me?" She sort of squeaked out, immediately wincing and silently cursing herself. "Ok... sorry for sounding like an idiot. I... oh man. You don't need my drama, seriously. But it's flattering that you asked me..."
"A woman as beautiful as you shouldn't look so sad," he told her with a small charming smile. "Would you like to talk about it… or forget about it?" He could appreciate helping her with either right now, but he certainly wasn't going to push her either way.
"You seriously want to talk to ME?" She asked, as face it: he? Was famous. And her self-esteem was possibly at an all-time low. "Not that I'm saying no, of course... just making sure."
"Yes, I want to talk to you," he smiled again, before pointing up to the VIP Section. "Would you like to go upstairs?"
She couldn't help it. She had to smirk there, knowing Kayla would likely see her up there. Did that make her a bitch? Possibly. "You know? Sure. That sounds amazing."
He bobbed his head once and led the way with one hand behind her back. He wasn't immune to the fact that people were staring, but he’d gotten used to it by now. Once they found a table upstairs, he sat down and asked: "Would you like something to drink?"
"Sure. Something strong, preferably. I'm looking to forget how bad I'm hurting. And I hear massive amounts of alcohol is the way to go there." D'aww. Goofball had never even drunk herself silly over someone before. "Wow... I'm so sorry to seem gawky here... this is just... it's not everyday a rock star just... comes up and starts a conversation with me." And then, because this WAS Deanna, "I mean, there was that time at work when the singer from Ratt wouldnt stop talking to me, but that's because he was drunk and I was naked and besides, he's kinda old now and I'm really oversharing now."
"Just a little bit," he agreed with a laugh. Luckily, he'd found that charming, hm? He asked a nearby staff member to bring them a bottle of Jack and two glasses. "Alcohol dulls the pain, but... I won't let you drink so much that it impairs your judgment," he told her sternly. God, he'd have to remember to put her in a cab if he forgot to do that...
"I.. I heard about your rehab... I'm glad it went well. You look really good. Ohmygod... was that too personal? I'm so sorry..." She whimpered, blushingly tucking a strand of her hair behind an ear.
"No, no. It's okay. I pride myself on being open and honest with everyone I meet." He smiled, letting her know that that WAS the case, before offering her his hand. "I'm Remy," he always made a point to introduce himself, even WHEN people knew who he was, "What's your name, cher?"
"Deanna. Deanna Kiske." She found herself looking back toward the bar, gazing at Kayla for a moment, before looking back to the famous, and honestly, GORGEOUS guy who was actually being NICE to her. "It's... it's really nice to meet you. I kinda needed something like this."
He followed her gaze and frowned slightly, wondering what THAT was about. Still, she'd tell him if she felt so inclined. "Are you telling me that you don't get complimented all the time?" He leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees.
"Well... sometimes... but usually?" Deanna wasn't exactly one that hid anything folks. "I'm on their laps at the time. I... I'm a dancer, at the 'other' club Ben here owns."
"Oh." That was certainly a way to make a man speechless, wasn't it? Luckily, a waitress arrived with a bottle of Jack and two glasses. He poured them each one, before asking for a mixer, as well. "Well, you've certainly got the body for it," he said after a moment, although there was nothing leering in his eyes.
Deanna, sweetly, blushed there. Maybe compliments were more impressive when they came from someone like this, hm? "Thank you. Wow... I just realized we sort of have a connection. Kind of." She laughed, rolling her eyes at how that sounded. "Your singer. She's... weird as it sounds, she's now dating my best friend's father."
A waitress returned with a bottle of Coke for them and Remy mixed their drinks accordingly, he paused to hear the six-degrees-of-Kevin-Bacon of it before taking a sip of his drink. "Delany, is that right?" He wasn't sure what to think of Natalie dating. Conflicted might be the word for it.
"Yeah. Jack. He's a really great guy." Dee smiled sweetly there. "His daughter Meredith… she's the best friend I've ever had. Ok, so she's like, retardedly gorgeous, too."
"It sounds like you love her dearly," he replied, his accent coming out thick as he took another sip of his drink.
Did she blush a little there? Maaaaaybe. "Yeah... you... you can say that." She found herself slightly hypnotized by those eyes... damn, how often did a GUY have eyes Deanna felt like she could lose herself in? "Are you seriously here alone? That's... that's like mind-boggling."
"I don't always leave alone," he admitted, "but I like it here. It's a good atmosphere." Better than staying home and making stupid decisions, hm?
She got his meaning there, and nodded. "I admire how hard you're trying. I've... known a few people that got wrapped up in that stuff, and it ruined them." She couldn't help but flirt back a little now. "And you look FAR from ruined to me."
Looks like she had a little spunk in her now, didn't she? He laughed and smiled brilliantly, "Well, I've got a lot of people to make up my past mistakes to. I can't let them down a second time." Did he mean Natalie, the band, his friends, family or fans? Probably all of the above come to think of it. That was a long list.
She found herself looking at Kayla again, this time a look that seemed to teeter between longing... and wanting to prove to the other girl that she wouldn't ruin her. "So... of all the girls in this club... you invited ME up here. That's... really a confidence booster, I'll admit."
"As I said, a woman so beautiful shouldn’t look so sad. It’s an… unfortunate weakness of mine. I like to cheer women up. Or at least take their mind off of things. Talking usually helps." Or sex too, but he let that go unsaid.
"Well... I have no place to be..." She said with just a HINT of bitterness, knowing that normally, she'd be at home now, waiting for Kayla to come home. "So... as long as you want me here, I'm here."
"No," he shook his head and corrected her: "As long as you WANT to be, you’re here. If I’m not doing what I set out to do, then I’m certainly not going to keep you here against your will."
"Aaaaaand what is it you set out to do, exactly?" Dee asked with a raised eyebrow, stifling a flirty little giggle.
"Exactly that right there," he replied with a satisfied smile. "Of course, you shouldn’t hide your smile," he added, reaching over to take one of her hands.
"Oh gawd." Dee said as she felt herself blush. "No wonder you have such a rep. You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" Note though: she didn't exactly pull her hand away. No, actually, she put her OTHER hand on top of his, grinning goofily.
Well, when you were raised by your mother and constantly surrounded by women, you know the right things to say, hm? Not that he'd tell her that. What he did do, however, was place his other hand over Deanna's and smile. "Why, I have no idea what you mean," he joked.
"I'm gonna say probably the most upfront thing I've ever said here, and hope it doesn't ruin anything here." She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity here, but continued anyway. "I know you probably do this with TONS of girls. But I'm really... hurting right now. And I just ask you to be honest with me. Don't sweet-talk me if you don't mean it. If you're... just out for what most people are out for with me, I'm ok with that. Just don't... pretend otherwise, ok?"
"As I said: I pride myself on being open and honest with everyone I meet," he replied, placing a hand to her cheek. "And I would honestly like to do things with you right now that are… perhaps not appropriate in a public setting." He smiled faintly, "And I do mean everything that I say. It makes things less... complicated."
Well. While this encounter likely wasn't going to do much for Dee's self-worth, at least she would be forgetting Kayla for a while, yes?
"Got a place around here?"
She asked sweetly, trying to hide the slight sting of defeat in her voice.
"Not far," he replied, his bright blue eyes searching hers briefly. "Whatever has upset you... I hope that I'm able to cheer you up."
Dee felt her gaze flicker briefly to Kayla, a little frown creasing her features as her voice saddened. "...me too."