Baily Bale (baily_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-07 16:16:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Entry tags: | baily bale, pat mcconnell, place: la |
Trying to Make This Work
Who: Baily and Pat
Where: Avarice
When: Thursday Night, 1/6
It had been a long and trying night for Baily. She thought that, since the club had been open for two years now, she could now pretty much assume that she wasn't going to have to deal with idiots asking for her to play stuff that they obviously didn't play. It used to be that she would be asked to play rap. Now she was getting a few requests for Haylee James now. Of course, with the pop queen making appearances now, it was a little more understandable. Didn't mean that she liked it. Once her shift was up at midnight, she grabbed a beer from the bar and started to scan the place for Pat, since he was supposed to meet her here when her shift ended.
Oh... Pat was there. He'd been listening to Baily's set, just losing himself in the music, as well as in the bottle of booze sitting in front of him. He'd been eerily quiet all night, barely saying a word, even to the couple of fans who'd approached him. And considering Pat usually lit up like a Christmas tree when fans doted on him? Yeah. Strange.
Delightful. Baily sat down beside Pat, kissing him on the cheek while she used her hips to make him move over. "You look as lively as a tree stump tonight," she said, looking at his bottle of alcohol. "What gives?"
"Eh. Just felt like drinking. Giving in to my inner Jack, I guess." He said, jokingly, trying to make it seem like no big.
"You know...you can also give in to your inner Jack and sex me up royally, which I doubt you can do if you end up with whiskey dick at the end of the night," Baily pointed out logically to him.
"Don't worry... I'll still do that..." He half-laughed. "I'm just.... I'm trying REALLY hard to not fall apart, B."
"Well, all of this alcohol that you're drinking?" she said, looking toward the bottle again. "It's not going to help. It's like a band aid on a bloody stump where your arm used to be." Which was probably a more apt metaphor than she realized, since him and Patience, at least at one point in their lives, were massively connected that loosing her was like loosing a limb. "Now? How to actually not fall apart? Maul me in public as much as possible to make a spectacle of ourselves." And pretend Patience isn't floating around making a mockery of what she and Pat had. Whatever.
"You deserve better than me, Baily." He said, honestly. "You deserve someone who is gonna just... thank his lucky stars daily that he has you, without moping about the woman he can't have anymore..."
"Well...too bad for me then, because I picked a semi-alcoholic singer who's still a little hung up on his ex to like," she said with a shrug, like it was nothing. "Guess you're stuck with me following you around and wanting to have sex with you, then."
"Yeah." He muttered, taking another sip. "Lucky you." He hated himself right now, honestly. Baily was a vivacious, sexy young woman, that most men would sever a limb to be with... and here was Pat, pining over Patience.
"And lucky you," Baily pointed out. "Because most people would be scared off by the fact that you're still a little hung up on your ex," she said. "Not me, though. I'm kind of the type when, I really start to like a guy, I tend to dig my heels in and deal with the hang ups." Plus, she was hoping that, with time, he'd get the hell over her.
"So you know..." He felt he at least owed her the happiness of knowing what he really felt, even if it wasn't necessarily smart to say it right now. "This would be a LOT easier for me if... I wasn't falling in love with you."
"God help me, if I wasn't falling in love with you, I'd probably have ran away as soon as Patience decided to show back up into town," Baily pointed out. "Helps that I can take her in a fight, though," she said with a smirk. "Ain't gotta worry, there."
"When she showed up... part of me wanted to beg her to come back to me. Hell, part of me was begging myself to just... have wild, angry sex with her. Hell, she IS still technically my wife..." he chuckled, "But I couldn't... because all I could think about was not wanting to hurt YOU."
"While I certainly appreciate this whole 'I don't want to hurt you so I'm not gonna have wild angry sex with my still technical wife' deal, I just hope that you're hanging with me because you want to be with me. Sure, that's where the whole 'I'm falling in love with you' thing comes from, I'm sure." Wow...the rarely seen Baily!ramble. Fun.
Well... if Pat knew one thing about Baily... ok, it's that she was an animal in bed. But if he knew TWO things about her, it was that and that she appreciated honesty. "Baily? You're not Iris. So... get that out of your mind now. That was a mistake I made once in my life... and that will never happen again. I'd never hurt someone else like I hurt her."
"Well, unlike Iris, I can beat the shit out of you, so you'd better remember that." OK, so that was supposed to be a joke, but she meant it just the same. She reached over and hugged him, "All jokes aside, I actually trust you on this, OK?"
"Well... I know I'll never hurt you. So I know you can trust me on that." He knew he'd make HIMSELF suffer forever before he'd ever hurt Baily, which made his choice here rather simple... he had to do what he knew they both needed... not what his heart or mind felt that it WANTED at that time. He owed her that much.
"Good. Then we're in agreement, then. No hurting me.," she said to him with a bright smile. "So...that mean we're good?"
He forced a smile there... this was going to hurt him. Badly. Part of him wanted and needed Patience like a fucking DRUG. Part of him wanted to run to her right NOW, even in the middle of this talk. But again... sometimes, to protect and save the ones you love? You had to give up the things you want. "We're good. I promise."