Baily Bale (baily_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-11-01 23:28:00 |
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Current location: | Chloe's Sugar Shack |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | baily bale, pat mcconnell, place: la |
An Agreement
Who: Baily and Pat
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Nov. 1st (Technically), about 3 a.m.
Baily sat at Chloe's Sugar Shack, drumming her fingers lightly on the table as she sipped a cup of coffee. Her Halloween shift was over at Avarice, and with her helmet sitting on the table, shifted slightly in an effort to make herself more comfortable in her ; costume. Ben had insisted on everyone wearing costumes for Halloween, which, because she was an employee, apparently meant her as well. Ass. Probably wasn't expecting her to show up as a female Storm Trooper, was he?
"Jesus... I probably should NOT find that outfit as hot as I do." Pat had just walked in, mostly to grab a few snacks for his new Nanny as a surprise gift for being so good with Cash.
Baily looked up at him and grinned. "Ben made us all wear costumes tonight at the club," she said. "I think he was hoping for something that revealed more skin." Did she do this on purpose? Probably.
"Well granted, the idea of you in some kind of like... kinky French Maid outfit or something is pretty amazing..." Pat said with a slight chuckle, sitting down across from her. "So... I guess we should talk, huh."
She sighed, but the smile stayed on her face just the same. "I'd save the French Maid outfit for private time," she said to him. She nodded. "We probably should talk, huh?"
"Yeah. So... about what happened." He scratched his head, blushing a little. "I know it's probably not what you want to hear... but I don't regret it. Not a single bit."
She shook her head. "Guess I'm going to be the shocking one here, then," she said. "I don't regret it, either." She smirked. "I mean, I kind of had a momentary freak out, but then I calmed down a lot and thought about everything."
"Oh? And what did you think about?" Pat asked her, feeling an eyebrow raise in curiosity.
"That I'm in a relationship that I wasn't quite feeling anymore," Baily said. "Which SUCKED, because I had to ask him to move out. Not a pretty picture." Not at all. The less said, the better.
"Fuck..." Pat felt himself pale a little, afraid that this was HIS fault. "Baily... I... I didn't mean to ruin anyone's life here..."
"I don't think either of us were quite as in it as we used to be...being with you just kind of showed it to me," she said to him. "So stop paling like you did something wrong, alright?"
"...alright." He said, still a LITTLE uneasy here. "I just... you're one of my most valued friends. And I don't wanna ruin that, no matter how ridiculously attracted to you I am."
"And I'm just sitting here flirting with you to get your ego up..." Sarcasm aside, she may have a point, Pat..."You'll never ruin our friendship no matter what happens, OK?"
"That better be a promise. Because even though..." He grimaced, "Even though my best friend signed me up for a stupid dating thing, I want to give US a try."
Baily giggled. "I heard about that," she said. "It might be good for you, you know. Sow some wild oats or some crazy shit like that. Make sure you WANT a relationship, you know?"
"Yeah, but... I mean, I'm gonna do it... mostly because Jack already went and signed us up for it and I don't wanna make HIM look bad... but that shit ain't ME, you know?" He sighed, feeling like the lamest rock star EVER.
"You are, like, the weirdest rock star EVER," she said, as if reading his mind. "If he were single, I'd just say let him do it if you're THAT uncomfortable, but I think it may be good for you. Go have fun. Be wild for a month. Just...wear a condom. God PLEASE wear one. God knows what those girls may have."
"You are..." he almost said 'so much like Patience', until something to the contrary hit him, that made him have... a bit of a revelation. Instead, he switched up his words quickly. "the most blunt person I have ever met."
She laughed. "Hey, truth hurts, and you KNOW Jack will pick some skanks to be on that show, and then will WHINE that he can't bang any of them because he's got the hot girlfriend that's the lead singer of a band." She took a sip of her coffee. "So, know when it starts?"
"No... I'm gonna guess in a couple weeks, once he and Meredith pick the girls out. I think it's gonna be in Vegas, so you KNOW this can't end well." Funny enough, all Pat could visualize was this whole thing making him look like a joke.
"Well, other than suggesting that you bathe in rubbing alcohol afterward, it kind of sounds like fun," she admitted. "You know those two will pick out some babes, at least. Maybe you should think about it as promotional stuff."
"I've said it before, about Jack and Meredith. And now I say it to you." He snickered, realizing this was a lost cause. This show was going to happen. "You're a bad, horrid influence."
"As weird as it sounds, I want you to be as sure about us in a month as you are now?" she suggested. "I want to make sure you want ME and not just a stand in. I want you and I just want to be sure what we're both feeling is real...if that makes any sense."
"I get that. Look. I'll go out. I'll spend the next month doing that show, doing whatever else. But then... I'm coming back for you." He said, looking her in the eyes. "And then... when you're mine... I'll tell you what's going on in my mind right now."
She reached across the table and squeezed his hand. "I'm looking forward to it," she said to him. She just...hoped that he felt the same way in a month.