Lucy Van Warren (lucytherockstar) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-10-07 18:21:00 |
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Finalizing the Deal
Who: Lucy and Brayden
Where: Avarice
When: October 3rd, Evening
Lucy walked into Avarice, giving the bottom of her silk yellow dress a tug because it had started to ride up her leg. Bray had called and asked her to come to Avarice to discuss some band business, so she hoped that this was going to be something of the good. It would suck if she got all dressed up only to find out that the band wasn't staying together.
Brayden was still trying to hold back his excitement about Ben's offer to have Gravedancer play at Reagan High's Halloween Bash, since it was being held at Avarice and would be a chance for a LOT of kids to see and get into his band. But before he'd tell Meredith, or get himself too excited, he needed to talk to Lucy, to see if she was still REALLY interested in being IN the band. When he saw her walk in in that outfit... he couldn't help it. Honestly. "Hot fucking DAMN, Van Warren! Awesome legs."
She rolled her eyes, but sat down just the same. "So, what's up?" she asked him, flagging a waitress and ordering a cherry coke, with actual cherries in it as well.
"Still interested in being in Gravedancer?" He asked simply, shrugging. "My dad wants us to play at your school's Halloween dance. And I'm sure you can pull yourself away from EmoBoy long enough to play a few songs..."
She rolled her eyes. "Did you already get in trouble for talking about Ash?" she asked him, smirking. She knew why Mere left him hanging for a night or two. "And anyways, yes I'm still interested. Only gives us a couple of weeks to pull it together, though. You got a full band?"
"All we need is you. Rissa got a few others. Even if they don't stick around permanently, who gives a fuck? It's me, you, and Rissa people are gonna care about anyway. Fuck the others." Oh god. Make him stop.
She nodded. Well, if anything, she did know talent when she saw it. Bray and Rissa had talent. They could always use stand ins while finding people that were actually of any real talent. "So, when we going to start practicing?" she asked. "You know, so we all know the songs and everything."
"Tomorrow night. I brought a few pages of sheet music that we have, see if you can come up with some licks to add to 'em..." He said with a lopsided grin as he handed her a small black folder. "And for Christ's sake... if you're not gonna let me tap that shit, have the decency to NOT wear something that's gonna distract the shit out of me."
She rolled her eyes again. If she kept doing that, they were going to roll right out of her head. "Wouldn't I have to wear a potato sack to keep you from staring?" she asked. She took the folder from him and opened it up.
"Fuck. You have a good point. DAMN Meredith's a lucky bitch." He smirked, hinting that MAYBE he had some clue about what had gone on. Oh come on, like Mere didn't brag occasionally. "Ok... I know how fucking good you are, and I know you can come up with good stuff. So... welcome to the band. This should be REALLY good."
She snorted when he mentioned Meredith. "Too bad that you won't ever get to know, huh?" Well what do you know...girl had a bit of spice to her! Of course, she'd feel a little mortified later, but might as well stand up for herself, right? "And you bet I can come up with good stuff. You should hear what I'm coming up with for Van Warren."
"Alright then... tomorrow, stop by my place, ok? Bronte Bale's old beach house. I'll be waiting. And Lucy?" He smirked, taking on a more serious tone. "I think we can really kick some ass together. Let's show everyone the Sugar Baby can have a brutal side too."