Baily Bale (baily_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-10-25 21:55:00 |
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Drama, Drama, Everywhere
Who: Baily and Sophia
Where: Avarice
When: Late Saturday, October 23rd
Sophia's life had, frankly, had a lot of up's and down's in the last few months. Ever since she'd found out about the supernatural and basically... had her own possessive vampire “friend”, come to think of it. She usually spent her night's off with Mercy getting her freak on (as her mun likes to put it), so you know she's pissed when she purposely avoids spending time with the vampire (who had admitted, more than once by now, that she'd like to keep Sophia).
It turns out our Latina cop was pretty good at putting two and two together, and was not amused about losing a friend in Anthony, which was why she went to Avarice tonight, dressed in: knee-high boots, skin-tight black jeans with a matching black tank and leather jacket, which sat just above her waist-line. She'd be DAMNED if she let someone else dictate the way she lived her life, which... went a long way to explain the outfit and the “touch me and die” expression on her face as she made her way over to the bar to order a beer, stopping only once to give the bouncer, Dave, a little salute. She remembered him from the few times she'd been here and thought he was good people.
Baily actually was taking a break from the DJ booth at the moment, using her half hour to grab herself a beer and chill at the bar while she had a full CD playing up top in the booth. She couldn't help but notice the sour faced cop that had come in when she did. "Someone looks like they've had a rough night," she said to Sophia.
"Someone looks pissed as HELL," Sophia corrected without missing a beat as she took a seat, asking Kate for a beer and a tequila slammer before actually LOOKING at the woman who had spoken to her. Okay, so Baily was hot in a "Heeeell-O Statutory Rape!" kind of way. Or, close enough, as far as Sophia could figure. "Sorry. It's not like YOU did anything."
"Well, I know I didn't do anything," Baily told her, "but that doesn't mean that I can't be friendly and ask about it." She simply gave a slight shrug after that before taking a sip of her own drink. "Still, looks like someone pissed you off royally. You give off the whole vibe of it."
"That's fair," Sophia muttered. She downed her tequila shot and then took a swig of her beer as soon as it was set in front of her, before doing as she always did and peeling at the label on the beer bottle. "Royally is definitely the way to put it. I have a 'friend' who apparently doesn't like it when I fuck other people. It's like I'm her... property." She grumbled, "Actually, no. I don't think 'royally' encompasses just how pissed I AM."
Baily couldn't help but chuckle. What? Hearing someone put things that way was funny. "Have you told this 'friend' that she need to get over herself and back the fuck off?" Baily asked her.
"Ah. There's the rub," Sophia smirked. Huh. Shakespeare. Bet you wouldn't have guessed that from Sophia, huh? "Every time I say that, she has a way of making me forget why I was angry. Then nudity and rough sex ensues." She felt she over-shared there, and couldn't help it but chuckle before offering Baily her hand, "Sophia."
"Baily," she said, shaking her hand. "Then I suggest doing this talking somewhere that probably won't lead to sexing of some sort, although, if you're creative enough, I guess that can be anywhere." Baily shrugged. "I'm sure you can find somewhere not made for sex."
Sophia rolled her eyes thoughtfully and tried to stifle the dirty smirk that spread across her face. "It's a good point, though. She can't distract me if she's not allowed to touch." ...and bite. Mostly bite.
"Then get her somewhere where she can't strip you half naked and get her freak on with you." Baily said that with a straight face. How that was possible, who the hell knows?
"So... a police precinct? Or... a church." She'd read up about vampires, so she knew that Mercy could enter a church but... she DID have a problem with crucifixes. Hm... while Sophia hadn't gone to church for some time now, she still had her cross necklaces. Maybe she should start wearing them again? "Thanks, chica. I'm sufficiently less pissed now."
"Well, glad I could be of help then," Baily said with a slight smile. "Hopefully you can come up with something that will help you out in that department."
"I'm sure that I can think of something," Sophia replied with a husky chuckle. She finished her first beer and ordered herself a second. She'd built up a tolerance, so it usually took a few drinks to get her going. "I think you missed your calling as a councilor. I mean, that shit's pretty practical."
Baily smirked. "You live in my family, you either go completely nutty or you pick up some tips along the way about relationship and fun buddy type things," she said with a shrug. "Right now I think I'll stick with DJing."
"My family: you just learn to hit hard," Sophia replied. Hey, being raised in a house full of men will do that to you. "DJing's cool. You look in your element up there." That... almost sounded like a compliment, didn't it?
"We learn that, too, but much of my family also tends to get involved in melodrama and such," Baily said with a smile. "And I like DJing. I've been doing it since back when I still went to high school."
Suddenly Sophia was glad she wasn't raised in a house full of WOMEN. God, she would have killed one of them for melodrama. She chuckled and took a swig of her beer. "How many years has that been, then?"
This was something that Baily was tempted to do from time to time as well. "Just a couple, actually," she admitted. She had finished up school quick and dirty right before she had come to LA, actually, so that she wouldn't have to worry about it. She was only 19 now.
"Ah. You know, you make it sound Old Hat," Sophia commented, taking another sip of her beer. "Have you always been so jaded?" And... it might have sounded like she was insulting her, but it couldn't be further from the truth.
"Probably since birth," Baily said with a smile. Or possibly since her parents told her that her little sister died but they had sent her away to a boarding school because they were embarrassed because she wasn't a werewolf? Maybe it was that. "I kind of like it, though."
"Me too. I couldn't imagine you being all … perky," Sophia replied with a teasing smirk. Oh, the evil woman. "Well, actually... that's kind of a terrifying thought."
"Oh, I can be perky," Baily said with a laugh. "It usually requires a good bit of alcohol first, though."
"Well one day I'm gonna liquor you up, because I don't believe it," Sophia replied with a throaty chuckle.
Baily snorted. "Just hang around long enough after I get off and you may luck up," she said, looking down at her watch. "I gotta get back up to the booth for now, though. Hope things work out with your lady friend."
"Pfft. Doubt it, but thanks," Sophia replied, tilting her bottle in a small salute. Oh, how did she plan to get shitfaced tonight.