Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-09-27 11:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | kayla barnes, neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Where Rachelle Makes Another Friend
Who: Neely and Rachelle feat. Kayla
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday, September 25th
Neely made her way downstairs from the apartment she shared with Rachelle down into Avarice, dressed in sneakers, short-shirts and a tight white t-shirt with "Rachelle's Bitch" written across the breast, her long blonde hair curling naturally past her shoulders. She hadn't come down to socialize, honestly. She'd actually woken up from a nap to find that Rachelle wasn't there (which frightened her to no end, especially with all the weird shit that had been happening lately). So, logically, the next step was to search for her downstairs before she let full-on panic set in.
Rachelle was TRYING to be sweet by leaving. Seriously. She couldn't sleep, tossed and turned, then finally gave up and threw on a pair of torn-up jeans and a pink Steelers jersey, and headed downstairs. Right now, she sat at the bar smirking as she talked to Kayla. "Dude. I'm tellin' ya. Nobody ever wants ya till yer off the market. Then suddenly everyone realizes what a fine piece of ass you are."
Kayla smirked and rolled her eyes there, "Speaking from experience, huh, Rachelle?" Hey, she'd seen her cousin eyeing Rachelle up more than once. A few people eyeing her up, come to think of it.
"Dude. You don't even know. I got that hot-as-balls cousin of yours AND a buddy of mine lookin' at me like Oprah checkin' out the last piece of pie." Oh god. "I'm guessin' you get that too, being all gorgeous an' shit..."
"Preeeeetty frequently," Kayla confirmed, tossing a playful wink over at CJ as she passed. Well, SOMEONE was in a good mood for a change, huh? "'Course, if it's unwanted, I get the added bonus of punching them in the face." Not that she'd done that, mind you, but talk about a funny image.
"Hey!" Chelle exclaimed as she spotted Neely and pointed. "It's my stupidly, ridiculously hot wife! Jesus I wanna just throw her up on the bar and do her for hours..."
"Nice image," Kayla replied with a smirk. She poured a beer for the blonde and set it down on the bar next to Rachelle's. Her friendship with Neely had been strained recently. Call this an olive branch?
Hearing Rachelle (and really, how couldn't she?), Neely made her way over to the pair, smiling with obvious relief at the sight of her wife. "There you are." She nipped at 'Chelle's neck before picking up her drink and giving Kayla a small smile. "Thanks."
"Hey Neels." Chelle said with an adorable little smooch on the blonde's lips. "Doesn't Kayla look great blonde? It's like... trashy, but HOT-trashy."
"That's TOTALLY what I was going for. How did you know?" Kayla replied with an obvious smirk. Clearly, whatever Rachelle said to or about her was like water on a ducks back.
Neely laughed and took a sip of her beer. "Totally Hot-Trashy," Neely agreed with Rachelle, to which Kayla poked her pierced tongue at her.
"Kayla? Just a word of warning. What I said about the bar? Totally considering it. Yum." She looked back at Neely and grinned. "So I heard a few people murmuring that you and Paige gave quite the comedy show down here a few nights ago... Why do I miss all the good shit?"
Kayla just rolled her eyes and gave a little salute, before serving a few people, since hey. That was what she was paid for... well, that and being hot, obviously. "I have no idea," Neely replied with a shrug. "We mostly talked about you and Lilly. Oh, Paige says you have 'epic titties', by the way."
"Well no shit. That's like saying the sun is bright." Chelle rolled her eyes. "So you heard from Blake lately? Sue me, I miss the bitch." Ah. Mother of the Year, thy name is Rachelle.
Neely nuzzled into Rachelle's neck lightly. She couldn't help it, really. She had to touch her wife no matter WHERE they were. "Um, she called earlier. Apparently she needs more cash for the comic store. And that Wesley's the new Neely... which I guess means they're fucking everywhere in his house. The poor English bastard." She chuckled. "Annnnd she also thinks Bastian's in love with Meeghan, which is a very Outer Limits situation if you think about it."
"Hey. Keeps the bitch from wanting YOU, so color me thrilled on that one." Ah, Chelle!Logic. It was awesome. "And really, Gwen and Blake? Come on. Those two are just too sexually charged to NOT end up just... leaving a trail of hilarious sexual destruction in their wake. They make us look like nuns."
"Oh God, I just pictured you in a nuns outfit and... yes, I totally just came." Lovely. "Speaking of outfits. What're you getting me for my birthday?" I'm sure there's a train of thought there...
"Ohhhh I already got your gift ready. So shush it. And I *would* be a hot nun, huh?" Rachelle mused in that sarcastic drawl. "And for the record... Remember how bad I wanted you the first time we met? Yeah.. JUST as bad now."
Neely snickered, before realizing something. "Little over a month and we'll have known each other for a year." Wow. They really *did* fall for each other fast, huh? She kissed against Rachelle's neck, before sucking lightly, intending to leave a mark there. "Ditto." Huh. Well, Blake had to have gotten it from SOMEwhere. Neely smirked then. "Think anyone would mind if I sexed you up right here?"
"Its your fam's club, dude. Personally? I'm a bit of an exhibitionist so..." She winked, crossing her arms. "I say go for it."
Well now, that was a challenge if she ever heard one. Without another word, she lifted ‘Chelle up onto the bar and hooked her legs around her waist. "Hmm, maybe I should be more discrete next time," she joked, before giving her wife a sweet yet hungry kiss on the lips.
"Word of warning: I really have no problem getting naked and throwin' down RIGHT HERE in front of everyone." Chelle said with an evil little arched eyebrow.
"God, I love you," Neely replied with a laugh, pressing up to nip at 'Chelle’s lip as she rubbed her hands across her thighs. "Maybe that's something we can make a slow progression with. Although I *like* the enthusiasm."
"Fine. But then you need to take me upstairs RIGHT NOW, before I maul you in front of everyone." Chelle gave a look that said she was NOT kidding. "Because seriously... I WILL."
"Oh, I believe you, baby," Neely laughed, helping 'Chelle off the bar again. Was it any surprise that they had a few witnesses to that little display? Probably not.
"Awr. Spoil my fun," Kayla muttered from behind them cheekily.
"Offer still stands, Kay!" Chelle laughed with a big wink before looking back to Neely. "Let's go upstairs and pretend my face is a bicycle seat."
"Raincheck," Kayla replied with a chuckle.
Neely grumbled a little possessively (although playfully) and tugged 'Chelle to her. "Not in the mood to share, anyway." Without another word, she practically dragged 'Chelle back upstairs.