Kirsten Locke (bitten_locke) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-11-09 15:40:00 |
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Girl Talk ... Kinda
Who: Kirsten and Rachelle
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday, November 9th
While not the biggest party girl in the world, Kirsten could appreciate letting loose every once in a while, which was why she made her way into Avarice dressed in pink high-tops, blue-gray pants and a matching pink hoodie, multiple wrist bands on each wrist. She'd somehow managed to get Macha to meet her here, but didn't expect the other girl for a while yet, so she decided to do what she does best: converse with strangers.
Which, considering the stranger she was inching up upon? Yeah. This wasn't gonna end well, huh. Ah well. Rachelle was leaning against the bar, doing the two things she was most known for: hitting on a bartender and bitching about sports. "Dude. I don't care if you're a slayer or NOT. It's the STEELERS, lady. Monday Night Football! Playing THE RAVENS. Just please don't a dick, and turn it on?" She was standing there, ready to get her game on, in black bicycle shorts, a baggy Jerome Bettis jersey, and a backwards Steelers cap.
Of course, the bartender she was talking to was Kayla, who had heard this argument a million times. Sighing, and not quite feeling a hundred percent, she changed the channel, turning off the volume. "That's the best you're getting," she told the other woman, although she couldn't help it but smirk at her persistance.
Kirsten saw the entire exchange, and what did she do? She glomped down into the chair next to 'Chelle with a laugh, "Dude, apparently persistence pays off!"
"Eh. She'd have done it sooner, normally. I'm guessin' she found out me n' my girl double-teamed her cousin." Oh, class, Chelle. Really. "But yeah. Thanks. At least I get to see my game without having to watch it upstairs while my family looks at me like I'm strange."
Kirsten's eyebrows shot up and she couldn't help it but smirk at the first part, before ordering herself a Coke. "Soooo.... instead of your family lookin' at you're like you're odd, you'd rather a room full of complete strangers? Not sure I get that logic."
"I meaaaant because my family just doesn't get the sports-love. Oh well." She shrugged before almost spitting her beer out, yelling almost in Kir's face. "WHAT THE FUCK??? Normally Hines Ward could catch that shit in like, TRIPLE COVERAGE! Now he can't catch a goddamn lobbed ball that hangs in the air like a fuckin' balloon??? FUCK!"
Oh dear, if there was ANYTHING to crack Kir up just then, that was it. She laughed, hysterically, for a full minute, before trying to compose herself, and admitting: "I had enough trouble following the AFL back home. This shit just goes right over my head. But I like baseball," she watched the screen for a full minute, "that, I actually get."
"Baseball's the shit, dude. I love me some Red Sox. The Sox and The Steelers up there... those are my religions, for real." The redhead smirked and offered a hand to the younger girl. "I'm Rachelle, by the way."
"Kirsten," the young blonde replied, shaking Rachelle's hand with what most people would consider to be a surprising amount of strength. "Or Kir... Or Weird Hot Chick, whichever works for you." Oh God, here we go...
"God, I love high school girls." Chelle grinned. "I get older? They stay the saaaaaame age."
Kirsten snickered. "You're definitely one step up from Matthew McConaughey, I'll give you that."
"And believe it or not, I tend to be shirtless just as much." She smirked, shrugging. "My guess is you go to Reagan High."
Kirsten actually blinked a little at the first comment. Come on, like she HADN'T noticed how epic 'Chelle's boobs were. Please. "Dingdingdingdingding!" She hopped up and down in her seat. The spaz. "Senior."
"You know Bastian Martin-Bale?" She asked, wondering if her daughter had noticed this... admittedly fuckin' HOT little thing.
"I know OF her?" Kirsten replied, rolling her eyes at how stupid that sounded. "She's got this whole White Queen thing goin' on. Hot, but untouchable. And there's the whole kill-you-as-soon-as-look-at-you thing," she rambled.
"Yeah, tha's mah GIRRRRRL." Chelle cracked up, before switching up to protect her daughter's secret. "She's my wife's neice. Gorgeous thing, isn't she?"
"Oh, the things I'd do to her if she'd let me... keep my limbs," Kirsten replied, taking a sip of her coke. "Wife, huh? Is she half as hot as you?"
"Dude. She's WAY hotter than me. Check it." She reached into her shirt for her necklace... which cutely had a picture of Neely inside it. "Seriously."
"Awwwr, that's SO cute," Kirsten squee'd. Yes, that was a first. Shut up. Funnily enough, despite how grandiose she could be, Kirsten was actually lonely, and... frankly a little on the shy side when she met someone that she liked.
"You know, you kind of remind me of one of my best friends." She smiled, realizing WHY she was so... nice to this annoying little thing.
"That's.... a compliment, right?" Kirsten smiled uncertainly, feeling just a tad self conscious, thank you very much.
"Dude. You gotta know Lucy Van Warren from school, right? You're a lot like her. Just... a lot more outgoing. Like... sexually."
"People keep telling me that I have to hang with her!" Kirsten laughed. "Something about the end of the world, or something." She waved it off. "That's cool, though. She seems like a cool chick."
"Nah. End of the world would be the two of you AND her sister Chloe. Three hot as hell, hyperactive, sugared-up bitches? Jesus." Chelle snickered and shook her head.... before yelling again. "Oh, for... MADDOX! WHAT THE FUCK! YOU DO KNOW TO THROW TO THE GUYS IN THE BLACK AND GOLD, RIGHT???"
Kirsten actually wiped a tear from her eye, she was laughing so hard at that little outburst. She sobered up enough to say, "Speaking of hot as hell bitches, my friend's here." She pointed over to Macha, who she somehow managed to talk into coming. "I'd hate to love you and leave you, but I have to keep her happy so she stays."
"Damn..." Chelle muttered, looking at the 'friend' that had come in. "If you tap that... I will idolize you forever. THAT bitch is SMOKIN'."
A blush crept to Kirsten's cheeks, "I, uh... yeah. Friend. No touchy. You and your hot wife aren't allowed to touch, either," she warned. Interesting.
"Don't worry. For the MOST part, we ain't into sharing. But damn. Got me a new visual for Chelle!time, lemme tell ya THAT." Ok, so... did Chelle have a new grrlcrush there? Maaaaybe.
Kirsten blinked. Either that went over her head, or she tried to ignore it. "See ya, 'Chelle." She smiled and gave 'Chelle a small wave, before going off to meet Macha, approaching the girl with a sincere smile rather than her usual cocky one.