Madison Barnes (brainy_btch) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-11-03 01:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | maddie barnes-gunn, neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
A Drunken Decision on Maddie's Part
Who: Rachelle, Maddie and later, Neely
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday Evening - October 30, during this scene
Warning: For general vulgarity - as if you'd expect anything less from these two at this point
Maddie had more reason to dress up and get drunk tonight than before and that reason was in the form of a Texan Twig with big doe-eyes and a perchance to DRAWNING ON HER WALLS. Seriously. She was glad that she and Gunn had saved Fred, but at the same time, the girl was getting in the way of her nookie! So, to get out some of her frustration about that, she went to Avarice's Halloween bash, dressed as … sigh. A cheerleader. Her hair freshly dyed a dark brown. She was already well on her way to being three sheets to the wind, which meant? Whatever verbal filter she had? Went right out the FUCKING WINDOW. Which was just... lovely. Really. "Bitch, put a bag over your head and I MIGHT consider fucking you. Seriously. Shoo." She waved her hand irritably.
"Jesus, dude..." Oh no. That voice could mean only one thing. The one person that could possibly make Drunk!Maddie even funnier, Rachelle, was here. "You do realize the girl you just said that to is like... fifteen? Seriously. I've seen her walking out with Brandie when I picked her up." Oh yeah. Chelle was in costume as well. Her costume? A custom-made, female version of Boba Fett's armor. Leave it to Rachelle to make Boba Fett sexy.
Maddie turned around and arched an eyebrow at Rachelle, "If Boba Fett wasn't the WEAKEST fucking character in that series, I'd find that outfit hot." She actually DID find it hot, but for some reason just decided to be a full-on bitch to everyone today.
"Well, it was this or Admiral Ackbar. But I figured it's bad enough you SMELL like fish, why should I look like one?" Oh god DAMN.
"It's a trap!" Maddie snickered. The. Fucking. Nerd. "Okay, okay. You're totally getting your drank on with me. I will NOT suffer the injustice of being here alone."
"See? This is why we're friends. If you said that shit to Neely she'd just glare at you like you grew a second head." Chelle cracked up, shaking her head and sitting down. "So, planning on goin' all statuatory with any of the young hotties here tonight?"
"No," Maddie snorted, waving over at one of the bartenders to bring them a few beers. "I'm SERIOUSLY considering it, though," she grumbled, peeling the label at her bottle of beer as it was set down in front of her. Sexual frustration, anyone?
"Dude." Chelle pointed at the bartenders (since they were ALL working tonight), and grinned. "The new girls. Mia and Kate. Who'd you rather throw down with?"
"Mia," she said without pause. "Seriously, I would MAUL that girl and she wouldn't know what hit her." Jesus... there was a reason these two were friends, wasn't there? "Kate looks like she could give as good as she gets. Fun, sure. But I like the idea of curropting innocence."
"Seriously? Because I totally agree. It's the eyes. Girl's got those innocent eyes that just make you wanna plow the fuck outta her." Oh god. Could SOMEONE tell these two that there were minors around? ANYONE?
Even if someone HAD told them about the minors, they would have told them to fuck off anyway. "God, don't give me ideas. I've been in such a drought recently, and there's only so much rubbin' one out a girl can do!" ... Lovely.
"What about your Mandingo you were ravin' about? He ain't givin' it up?" Oh, for... Rachelle! Shut up already!
"He IS, when he gets the chance," Maddie grumbled. "I have a little problem. And by little, I mean dainty Texan girl staying with me. We saved her and now she's getting in the way of The Sex, and you know how much I LOVE that."
"Wait, a dainty little thing? Dude. How havent you tried to hit it up for a threesome yet? HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING, YOUNG PADAWAN???" Oh my god... Chelle was YELLING now.
"She's MENTAL! And looks absolutely terrified every time I do ANYTHING!" Yes, she'd tried. Shut up. "She's GORGEOUS, but so unhinged I just want to hit her."
"Keep trying. Seriously. The crazy ones are always mad hot in the sack. I speak from experience." Chelle added with a sage nod. "So that leads to you in that hot-ass cheerleader outfit getting smashed at a high school dance? Nice."
"I figured Cheerleaders always scared me when I was a kid, so why not?" Maddie smirked, giving Rachelle a little shoulder bump.
"Scared you? Jesus Christ. I used to rub myself RAW to them." Oh my lord... even Chelle's mun was blushing now. "Speaking of which... ok, I kinda hope Neely sees her little Slayer crush tonight, so that I'm not the only one having fantasies during the inevitably rough-ass sex tonight..."
Maddie just laughed and shook her head, "You're a classy couple. Really. Did I mention that I would still LOVE to talk you 'round the world, love?"
"Aaaaand by now I like to think you've figured out the feeling is VERY mutual." Chelle finally admitted, rolling her eyes. "But I love my Neely, and she's not the sharing type. Which I get. Because if the little slayer she crushes on touched her, I'd shoot the bitch."
Maddie nodded. As DESPERATE as she was for sex right now, she didn't see herself cheating on Gunn for that reason. Heh. "Well then, the least you can do is be bitchy with me and point out the stupidity of some of these girls outfits."
"Oh, well that's a no-brainer, dude." Oh NO. This wasn't gonna end well, was it? "Look at the skinny bitch in the Snow White costume. Did she bother spending more than ten minutes putting that shit together?"
Maddie laughed. Loudly. "Oh, dude. I know I'm a letch, but I'd TOTALLY do Alice over there," she pointed. "Obviously in a few years, but DAMN. Smokin'."
"Really. Smokin', huh? You'd hit that?" Chelle asked, raising an eyebrow.
"When she's legal? Abso-fuckin'-lutely," Maddie cackled, taking a sip of her beer.
"Yeah. Nice. That's my fuckin' NIECE, asshole." Chelle said, as Maddie had been checking out BRANDIE.
Maddie blinked for a few seconds, then cackled, LOUDLY. "Jesus, is anyone in that family FUGLY or what?!"
"Well... Uncle Dave's not exactly gonna win any beauty pageants...." She said, feeling kinda bad but... hey, she was just honest! "But yeah. I don't care HOW old she is. You touch Brandie and the shit's gonna get REAL."
"Dude, like I said. I'm not gonna touch anyone who isn't of age. I'm not COMPLETELY without mortals... Surprisingly," she snickered. "YOU should know. As much as we want to fuck each other, I haven't touched. THAT? Takes a lot of restraint, in your case, by the way."
"Dude. Seriously? Me?" Ok, so this was Chelle being real. And honest. "I mean, I know I'm no slouch, but... there are seriously SO many hotter bitches here than me."
"Pfft, you're good looking," Maddie started to tick off, "you have EPIC fucking boobs, and dude, talk about a fuckin' personality! Last chick I screwed I could just fucking MAUL for days, we were SO snarky with each other."
"Somehow, I feel like there was something genuinely sweet in there somewhere." Chelle remarked with a laugh. "So... thank you."
"Dude! I don't compliment EVERY bitch I meet," she pointed to a girl she'd insulted earlier, as in 'case in point', "so yes, fucking THANK me."
"Thank you, oh wise and wonderful Jedi Master." Rachelle laughed with a roll of her eyes. "And for the record? Yeah. If Neely WAS the sharing type? You'd be in a WORLD of trouble."
Maddie just GRUMBLED then, "Well, you should really talk to The Wife about this. Because frankly? It's getting UNBEARABLE."
"Sad part is? I ain't the sharing type, but I'd totally let YOU be with us. I dunno why." Chelle realized, a little shocked at herself. "Maybe because I feel like you want me MORE? No clue."
"I guess because you know how much I've wanted it," Maddie murmured, leaning over to brush her lips against Rachelle's neck.
"N-No... Maddie..." Chelle pulled away, eyes wide, heart racing a mile a minute. "I c-can't. You have NO idea how much I want to... but I *love* Neely, babe. I know what it's like to have the person you love cheat on you, and I can NOT put her through it."
For her part, Maddie pressed her forehead to Rachelle's shoulder and sighed loudly. "Let's just pretend that was a VERY drunk mistake and forget that it ever happened..."
"God..." Rachelle couldn't even make a joke there. She just gulped, and sighed. "I swear to you, if I thought Neely would go for it, I would ask her if you could just... spend the night with the two of us sometime. But she's HORRIBLY jealous. I'm afraid she'd stab you in the neck."
"Tell you a secret?" Maddie smirked, actually looking Rachelle in the eyes this time. "I'm a LOT stronger than I look. I will throw down with your woman, if it comes to it. And not in a sexy way. I can hold my own."
"I don't WANT it to come to that, Maddie." Chelle said, looking ready to cry(!) at this point. "I love Neely. She's my wife and my love. But I love YOU too. You're one of my best friends. I don't wanna see you hurt each other..."
Maddie exhaled loudly and nodded. "Then we won't, hmm? Let's just never bring this up again, okay?"
"God, I want to, though..." She actually found herself trying to think of ways to present this idea to Neely without one of the two women ending up mutilated...
"Look, despite everything, we... know what we want. I guess what it comes down to is whether we act on it or not. For now, though, I think you should go back upstairs and fuck your wife." That was... one way to put it.
"You know I don't fuck around. So I'll put this as bluntly as I can." Chelle took a DEEP breath then. "This will ONLY happen if Neely is a hundred percent ok with it. If she has ANY reservations... no dice."
"That... sounds fair," Maddie breathed, still fairly worked up. Oh dear.
"You know what... hang on." Rachelle had a light bulb practically appearing over her head there... as she grabbed her cell phone, and used it to snap a picture of Maddie in that cheerleader getup, texting it to Neely, with the following message: "I'd never cheat on u... but this one wants us BOTH. wanna?"
God, did Maddie feel like a bit of a slut right now? You betcha. But she'd wanted this... for a LONG time. And since she was so alcohol-fueled at the moment, she wasn't exactly worried about Gunn. Did that make her a shitty girlfriend? ABSOLUTELY.
Neely was up in the apartment and checked the message as soon as Rachelle had sent it, arching an eyebrow, she texted: 'fuck, I'd be retarded NOT to want that.'
"Holy shit." Chelle blurted out, before typing ONE thing back to Neely. She had to be sure, after all. "u do realize this is maddie, right?"
'More reason to want to demolish her', Neely texted back. Ahh, they were a lovely couple, weren't they?
"Maddie?" Chelle just blinked, unable to believe this. "Neely... Neely said YES."
Maddie, even as drunk as she was, couldn't help it but grin then: "See? Now you have NO REASON not to maul me."
"None. You. Upstairs. YESTERDAY." Oh god. Poor Maddie... she had NO idea what she was in for, did she?
Maddie just cackled and hopped off of her seat, waggling her ass at Rachelle before doing as she said and making her way upstairs.