Emmy Gale (emmy_gale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-12-12 13:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | emmy gale, place: la, ~crystal sullivan |
New Faces
Who: Introducing Crystal Sullivan and Emmy Gale
Where: Beat Records, soon to be Shattered Records
When: Saturday, December 11th
Emmy was currently behind the front counter at Beat Records, changing the CD over to something that didn't quite suck as hard as the one that her boss had put on. She was in more of a Manson mood, so she put in one of her own compilation CD's and put it on random. 'Coma White' was the first song to play, and she nodded appreciatively before moving away. The petite blonde was currently dressed in jeans held up by a rainbow belt and a collared shirt with a black tie, her eyes heavy with black mascara. "You're leaving me, Melville! I think you can suck it up with my song choices for another week!" She called upstairs, knowing that her boss was about to complain, as he usually did.
Crystal, meanwhile, was shopping for some 'anger music', aka shit she could vent her frustration to. After deciding on Slayer and Cradle of Filth, she took the discs up to the counter, not exactly dressed to impress today in baggy black jeans and a snug 'diva' t-shirt which was meant to be ironic. "Melville? Who the hell names their child that?"
"That's not his name," Emmy's lip curled into a slight smirk. "Apparently he got a lot of whale nicknames when he was a kid. For some reason he doesn't seem to mind 'Melville'. Go figure." She rolled her eyes and made a grabby hand for Crystal's CD's.
"Here ya go, kid." She smirked, handing over the CD's. "God, sometimes living in this city blows. Last night I got chased by a dog so big you'd think it was a werewolf or something."
Emmy chuckled. "Yeah. You'll get that around here sometimes. I've watched my share of horror movies to know that it's better to go out the front door then up the staircase. And, y'know. Virgin's live the longest. So I've got the double whammy there. Blonde AND a slut. It's a wonder I've lived as long as I have," she smirked, ringing up the sale.
"Sluts rule. There's so many of us, one day we'll overcome." Nice, Crystal. She smirked at the other girl and extended a hand. "I'm Crystal. I work down the street at the video store. At least until my boss gets the complaint made about me this morning. Then I'll likely be unemployed."
"Emmy," the blonde replied, shaking Crystal's hand. She tilted her head to the side curiously, a small smile playing at her lips. "What did you do to deserve a complaint?"
"Nothing too major really... Just accidentally stuck the tape of "Busty Bukkake Beauties" in the box to "Finding Nemo". Yeah. Had a mother of three who was pretty pissed." She snickered with a shrug.
"Oh God." Emmy pursed her lips together and rolled her eyes. "What've you got against the soccer mom's? ...Wait. Don't answer that. I'm lucky. If I'm having a bad day, Mel lets me crash out in one of the listening booths for a while. Well, UNTIL HE LEAVES ME!" She added, looking up at his office upstairs and waving a fist.
"Is this place staying open? I heard it got bought out." Crystal asked, a sucker for gossip, though she'd never admit it.
"I've only met the new owner briefly, but she said not to worry. She'd keep the place open... whether or not I stay is obviously conditional on my performance and... I kinda lost track after that. Mostly 'cause she's GORGEOUS." Emmy, gushing? Really? How adorable.
"Really. Hrm" Crystal pursed her lips, deep in thought for a minute. "I should give her a resume or something. I'd love to work in a place like this." Plus, she had to admit: the little blonde? Was ADORABLE.
"You could," Emmy agreed with a nod. "You might wanna forget the part where you 'accidentally' gave the soccer mom the wrong movie. Just sayin'."
"Hey, maybe she'll find the humor in it and it'll be a Hollywood bonding moment, with like... Vertical Horizon or some other schmaltzy band playing in the background." The brunette said with a hilariously dry, ironic tone.
"No Vertical Horizon. Please." Emmy scrunched up her face and shook her head. "If I had my way, we'd never sell that crap here. Unfortunately... Sigh." She cleared her throat. "Anyway. The new boss'll be here next week. Drop by."
"Well, some people like to listen to crap. To each their own." Oh god. "And yeah. I will. Gotta get a reason to chat with you again, after all..."
"You really don't need a reason beyond wanting to see me, you know. I'm easy." Emmy blinked. "I should also learn to phrase things better." Even though it was true. Sigh.
"Easy, huh?" Crystal asked with a lazy smirk. "I'll have to remember that." What? She found the blonde cute, ok? STFU.
"Ahh," Emmy blushed, tilting her head to one side. "Also complicated, so you've been warned."
"Well then, I consider myself warned." With one last snarky grin, she turned, walking out with bag in hand, before turning one last time. "And... intrigued." She added, before walking out.
Emmy watched her leave, frowning thoughtfully before remembering, heh, she had a job to do. She cleared her throat and quickly moved away, wondering when she'd see the other woman again.