Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-12-08 20:30:00 |
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Talking Stuff
Who: Mere and Bray
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Wednesday Afternoon, 12/8
"I'm tellin' you, Mere. My parents? Have the hottest maid EVER. She's like... gah. I don't even have words. You gotta hit that shit. Seriously." Ah. As usual, Brayden Bale was being a class act. This time, he and Meredith were sitting at a table in Chloe's Sugar Shack, moctly watching as the girls came in after school.
This was actually something of a new favorite hobby of Mere and Bray. Sickening, wasn't it? "And you do realize that your parents have probably already hit that, right?" Mere pointed out. She knew Skylar and Ben. They had probably already been there.
"Oh god, yes. I'd probably disown them if I found out otherwise." Jesus. "She's babysitting Little Me. Which is hilarious. Because in my time? I gave up the V-Card to her."
Mere started laughing. "Seriously? Why am I kinda sad that it wasn't me?" Probably because, in that future, she was probably still fucking Ash and Lucy, but whatever. Anyways! "How was it?"
"Amazing. Even better NOW, because she's like 15 years younger." What was worse? Brayden admitting he was fucking other women TO HIS GIRLFRIEND, or the fact that said girlfriend was likely to high-five him and ask when her turn was?
"OK, then we so need to lure her away from baby sitting and hit that ten different ways from Sunday." OK, other than completely missing the point of that saying, really? "How we gonna pull this off?"
".....ask her?" He suggested, laughing. "Trust me when I say she wasn't exactly begging me to go away or anything. I don't think it'd take much."
Mere snorted. "I meant more how do you catch a live in nanny away from the job, but fine," she pointed out. "I highly doubt it would take much. It's more getting to her without it coming off as weird."
"Dude. She fucks like an ANIMAL. Who cares about weird?" Oh dear.
"You really have no sense of decorum, do you?" Mere asked with a laugh. OK, where did Mere learn that word? Seriously? She didn't graduate high school!
"Hey. I'm me. When you're this hot, you tend to give a half a fuck what anyone thinks." Dear God, Brayden...
Mere just laughed. She found this utterly charming. "Well, I suppose you have a point there. When you're as hot as we are, you just straight don't have to give a fuck."
"Oh, and I know what special thing I'm gonna give you for Christmas." Oh my god... He was being SERIOUS here... "The one thing you said you've never done. Me and you? We're poppin' your anal cherry."
"God..what IS it with guys as ass sex?" Mere honestly wondered. "Not that I mind or anything, but isn't that really what we should call YOUR present?"
"Well... I can make it feel so good that you'll be begging me for it constantly. Trust me on that." He nodded, being tragically sincere here.
"Well, we'll get to see about that soon enough," Mere said to him with a slight smirk. She was certainly curious to see if he could really live up to that sort of hype, after all.
"But calm down... I got you a REAL gift too." He grinned, as deeeeeeeeep inside, he WAS romantic, and horribly in love with her.
"You better have, because I *totally* got you an awesome gift, and if you just got me lube wrapped in ribbon then I was going to kick your ass," Mere said with a laugh. OK, she didn't REALLY think he would have done that, but gotta say it just the same.
"Pssh. You're gonna wanna MARRY me when you see what I got you. Trust me." He grinned confidently, that maddening smirk as he snapped his gum.
"Didn't think you were the marrying type..." she teased. OK, possibly avoiding her own still possible issues with that type of commitment, but whatever. "But now you've got me all curious."
"Bitch please. Like I wouldn't marry yer ass today." He laughed, rolling his eyes.
That actually made her pause from the random revelry. "You would...really?" she asked him, just a tad surprised.
"Oh my god, Delany! What am I, stupid?" He snorted, looking frustrated. "You're sexy, hilarious, and a beast in bed. Also? I love your wacky ass. Why the fuck wouldn't I wanna marry you?"
She simply shrugged. "Not everyone grew up with your excellent example of marriage that was/is your parents?" she suggested.
"Well, like I said. One day I'ma ask you. When I know we're both ready. So unless someone kills me, yer gonna be married one day. Deal with it." Yeah. To Bray? That was sweet.
She simply chuckled. "Hopefully you can handle me, problems and all," she said with a slight laugh.
"Trust me. When the time comes? You'll make a great wife." Wow, was Brayden actually growing up? "Now. Let's go grab some trashy skank to ruin together." Aaaaand maybe not.