Dr. Sylvia Wilde (wlkthewildeside) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-10 23:40:00 |
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Current location: | Eden |
Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | brayden bale, place: la, ~sylvia wilde |
Who: Brayden Bale & Sylvia Wilde
Where: Eden's ground level
When: Monday, January 10th, evening
Status: Completed
Rating: PG-13 for strong flirting. :P
Now, one might think to oneself, "Why is Brayden Bale hanging out in EDEN, of all places? He doesn't particularly like the goth lifestyle or the music that goes with it... plus his family OWNS Avarice!" Well. Let me explain. Brayden knew, as a lot of people did, that goth clubs? Tend to be havens for hot, pale, gothy chicks dying for a little attention. Which translated into: girls Brayden could easily take home, have cheap sex with, then never call again. Lovely. So there he sat, by the bad, looking like his usual self in dark blue jeans, biker boots, and a slightly form-fitting Dawn Of The Dead t-shirt, sleazy grin on his face as he watched some of tonight's choices dancing.
During her short time in L.A., Sylvia had been plenty busy with her job at the hospital every night, except Sunday's. However, she'd been given a rare night off that evening and instead of spending it down in the sub-level with Lilith (she'd already spent time last night with her sire before Ronan made his surprising call) and decided to investigate Lilith's main business.
The vampire was hardly dressed for the club's ground floor theme of goth so she stuck out like a sore thumb at the bar. She had ordered a glass of red wine, which of course had gotten her a few odd looks, but she brushed it off. Moving to the railing of the bar/lounge area, Sylvia warded off a fair few advances from various men and women as she observed the going on's in the club.
Now, to say Brayden noticed her? Would be like saying 'The Beatles had a few hits'. In other words? UNDERSTATEMENT. He grinned as he found himself staring at her not unlike a three-course meal.
Through the pungent smells of the club, the scent of werewolf reached Sylvia and after concentrating a moment, the vampire was able to pinpoint the general direction from where it was coming from. Taking a sip from her wine glass, Sylvia turned to observe the throng in the bar/lounge area, leaning a hip against the railing. Her head tilted just slightly, a thoughtful expression on her face and blue-green gaze as she flicked them about.
Giving that ridiculously snarky grin, he looked over at her, giving a wink and a come-hither gesture with his head. He had no idea who she was, obviously, so to him? This was good flirting.
A brow quirked at the wink she'd gotten. She rolled her eyes as she finally pinpointed the werewolf and given that this was their mating season, Sylvia could give the foolish boy some leeway at least due to his no doubt raging hormones. However, make no mistake, she was not going to his beck and call girl. If he wanted her attention that much, he could sashay his butt over to her. A smirk formed on her lips and she turned away to take another sip of her wine.
Sigh. To Bray? This one was playing hard to get. He walked over to her, drink in hand, and leaned against the railing. "You know... you look way too sophisticated to be in a place like this..."
"Really?" Sylvia asked, sipping from her glass, knowing full well that she didn't fit in here. The vampire shrugged, "Just as well that I'm here to feed my curiosity." Her blue-green eyes flicked to the enchanted VIP door, "Usually I'm downstairs." Sylvia's slid back to Brayden's, wondering if he knew about the hidden in plain sight portal that led below.
Oh, he knew, alright... and that made him almost chuckle, wondering if he hit the jackpot here. "So then, sexy... my guess is vampire. I know you aint a wolf, cos I'd smell it. And while I thought I smelled vamp on you... with all these people in here, it can be hard to pinpoint at times."
"Sylvia," the vampire replied to Brayden calling her sexy, her lips twitching in amused as she finished off her glass of wine. Setting the empty glass aside, Sylvia nodded, "Yes, you are correct, and while it'd be really funny calling you furball all night, I'd rather have the pleasure of knowing your name."
"Brayden. Brayden Bale. And it's a pleasure to tell you my name, because if we're BOTH lucky? You'll be getting to scream it later tonight." Oh. My. God. Only Ben & Skylar's child, people. Seriously.
"Care to make a wager on that, Brayden?" She'd been leaning on the railing, one hand supporting her while the other rested on a hip. Sylvia stood her full height of 5'7 and a half inches, quirking a challenging brow.
"As long as you're willin' to give me a chance to prove it? Hell to the YES." Yep. Right now? Even the mun was trying not to facepalm.
"Alright," Sylvia said after some debate, her arms crossed over her chest, "$100 to the one who can get the other to scream their name."
"God, I fucking love my life." Brayden barked out a laugh with a huge grin. "My place or yours?"
"My place," was the simple answer and she headed back toward the bar to pay up her tab.