Patience Kowalski (eternalpatience) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-13 15:54:00 |
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Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | hillary cooper, patience kowalski, place: la |
A Freaking Long-Ass Conversation
Who: Patience and introducing Hillary Cooper
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday evening
Considering the woman had grown up in a studious family in Cleveland, OH (her father had been one of the watchers in charge of keeping an eye on the Hellmouth there), seventh in a long line of Watchers who took their jobs VERY seriously, it was no surprise that LA was a bit of a shock to Hillary Cooper. While nearly 35 years old, she still looked as naïve and nervous in Avarice as a teen. Wearing snug blue jeans, white flats, and a blue sweatshirt, the blonde took a sip of her vodka, sliiiightly nervous about going to meet Mr. Giles tomorrow to talk about getting her first slayer...
Given everything that had happened in the last few months and the... recent dissolution of her marriage, Patience decided to go to Avarice and unwind with a few drinks, since she and Skylar were on... relatively friendly terms now. The redhead, dressed in straight-leg black jeans and a black, sleeveless collared shirt with red pumps, made her way over to the bar and bought herself a Scotch (working with Lindsey, she had acquired a taste for it), before looking around for a familiar face.
Hillary had barely said two words to anyone all night. Mostly because she had the social skills of a baboon. But she caught herself kind of wistfully gazing at Patience when she saw the younger girl walk in. Girl was hot, ok?
Patience wasn't immune to the fact that people stared when she entered the room and, spotting Hillary, she couldn't help it but think how hilariously out of place the older woman looked. "First time here?" She asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Gee. Am I that obvious?" Hillary smirked with a sigh. "This is why I hate going out. I don't know what to say to people and I end up sounding like a total dork in front of totally gorgeous people."
"You seem to be doing fine so far," Patience pointed out... she wasn't really lacking in self-worth, was she? She smirked and took a sip of her Scotch. "And you're only obvious in that you don't look like a Queen of the Damned wannabe."
"I don't really... socialize well. I mean, I'm not a total loser or anything... I m just not very interesting." Because she loved to talk about her 'profession'. And how many people could she honestly talk like that with? "God, you got this look like you could just RULE this place."
"I don't know about that. You're here of all places, which I find interesting." Patience tilted her head to the side curiously, but let that thought go, thinking that Hillary was just a little on the shy side. She smirked. "If I wanted to, sure."
"And so modest about it, obviously." Hillary said with a laugh... that quickly turned into a loud snort. Oh gawd. "Sorry 'bout that..."
Patience smiled genuinely when she heard that laugh. "Nothing to be sorry for. I just... know my strengths, that's all." She took a thoughtful sip of her drink and set it down on the bar.
"Never a bad thing to know, really. Your own strengths, I mean. I just wish mine were... a little cooler, you know? Something that would make people think I was cool, or fun, or maybe even a bad-ass or something. Nobody really says 'oh hey, there's the smart girl who reads a lot! We gotta hang with HER!' or anything, you know?" She giggled, as she, comically enough, seemed fairly oblivious to her own attractiveness.
Patience laughed. "I think knowledge is attractive. And a fucking powerful thing, really." Ah, Patience the sailor had to make an appearance sometime, it seemed. "But I totally get what you mean." She finished her drink and ordered another one. "I mean, for the most part I just run on raw sex appeal, but beyond that I'm boring as all hell."
"...I severely doubt anything ABOUT you is boring." Hillary stated simply, as something about Patience just told her that there was never a dull moment with this one. "And trust me... my life isn't exactly BORING... it's just not something I can share with many people. Meaning, the things I *can* talk about with most people... THOSE are the boring parts."
"Ah, so what? Do you work for the government or something?" Patience asked with an arched eyebrow. Well, she'd had a long day. She didn't immediately think of the Watcher's Council. Leave her alone.
"Something like that. Sorta top-secret stuff. No offense." She replied, giving an adorable little whimper as she took in the other woman again. "Wanna, um... sit with me for a while? Maybe get to know each other? I just got here a few days ago, so I know NOBODY out here."
"None taken," Patience assured her with a smile, thinking how utterly adorable she was. As for the other thing... well... while Patience had hoped to catch up with Neely or CJ, there was always another time for that. "I'd love to. I'm Patience, by the way."
"Hillary. Hillary Cooper." The Watcher said with a perky smile, extending a hand to the redhead. "I'm guessing you're a regular here? This is a cool place.... I like the music. Just... I get a little shy and quiet in crowds sometime."
Patience … refrained from telling Hillary that she'd been barred from the club for a while and instead just shook her hand, trying to remember not to put too much strength behind the grip. "I guess that kinda goes back to you reading a lot, huh?" She smiled softly, though, showing that she meant no offense. "Usually some liquid courage helps in that regard."
"Yeah... hopefully after a couple of these..." she pointed to her drink, "I'll be a little more... fun? I just don't wanna end up dancing on tables, though. Because I have ZERO co-ordination. And I'd probably break something. Or me."
"I wouldn't let you hurt yourself," Patience replied with a distinct lilt to her tone. Oh my. Was she corrupting innocence again? It certainly looked like it.
"Alright, alright... I'll have one or two." Oh yeah. Right. That took all the convincing it took a raging pothead to take 'just one hit'. "But watch out for me, ok? If I start to act stupid, cut me off?" Yep. Clearly she knew Patience oh so well, because frankly? That would NEVER happen.
Patience just gave Hillary a Cheshire Cat grin. "If you get obnoxious, I'll cut you off," she promised, actually putting her fingers up in the Girl's Scouts salute (she must have fucked a former Girl Scout recently...). "Sound reasonable?"
"Ohmyg... ok, that is seriously TOO cute. Also? Fair warning..." Yeah, like this would matter to PATIENCE. "I tend to flirt when I drink. So if you get icked out by a girl hitting on you? Either walk away now or donnnn't bring on the booze."
Patience's' wonderful response to that? Was to grin slyly and order them both a drink. She actually bought herself a fruity little number this time, so she could play with the tiny umbrella. "I'm not 'icked'... Hell, get a few of these in me and I'll tell you a few sexy stories involving my best friend and her stunning ass..." Oh good LORD.
Well now. did Hillary blush a little then? Yep. Sure did. "Oh? Can't... can't say I mind sexy stories... is this friend even half as stunning as you?" Wow... did someone just call Patience 'stunning'? She frequently got gorgeous, sexy, hot... but stunning?
The bitch in Patience wanted to say 'Not even close' but she bit her tongue, since she adored Gwen. "She's... kinda perfect." Patience blinked, picking up on Hillary's choice of words. "Buuut I don't wanna do anything to make you uncomfortable." Since she'd noticed the blush... and was trying to hold back on being abrasive, amazingly. Let's see how long that lasts.
"Ok then... let's start orderin' a few drinks." Hillary said, in her head telling herself 'act respectable, act respectable...' over and over.
"Alright." Patience flagged down CJ. "Tell the girl your poison. ...And if you have the overWHELMING desire to throw up? Just let me know, okay?"
"I'm not planning on it..." the blonde said with a wry, self-deprecating laugh. "NOT the best way to make an impression, and... I'm gonna have a hard ENOUGH time doing that properly."
"...You're really worried about making an impression?" Patience asked with an arched eyebrow. "Who says that you haven't done that already?"
"GOD, I hope I haven't." Hillary rolled her eyes. "Because if I made one already? Chances are it isn't the best one. I swear I can actually be fun once you get to know me..." She muttered as she took a sip of her drink. Made one wonder where this seeming lack of confidence came from, hm?
"Okay, enough of that self-deprecating crap right now," Patience warned her, actually putting on her best 'stern face', pouting at the older woman. "Seriously. I want you to cheer the fuck up, okay? Obviously you're doing something right if you've got ME talking to you," she pointed out.
"I can't help it!" Hillary said with a knowing, slightly embarrassed, but undeniably LOUD laugh. "I've dated all of ONE person in my life, and to say he was abusive? Would be a liiiiiiittle bit of an understatement. Less said about that? The better. But ok, ok... for you? I'll give it the old college try."
"Damn right you will," Patience replied, filing that information away for a later time. She gave Hillary's hand a gentle squeeze, feeling an odd sense of... protectiveness there. She didn't like that someone seemingly so sweet would ever be hurt. "C'mon. Let's sit at one of the booths... I'll make sure CJ keeps us liquored up."
"Ok... just don't let me get too carried away?" Hillary asked, her voice an optimistic squeak. "I have a meeting with my new boss tomorrow, and I'm supposed to be... tutoring, you could say. I don't want to make a bad impression and not get a student out of this."
"Tutoring, huh?" Patience asked with an arched eyebrow and a smirk as she slid into a free booth, crossing one leg over the other as she finally put together what Hillary meant when she said 'sorta top secret'. "You wouldn't happen to know a Wyndham-Pryce, by any chance?" OH, did she look like the cat that ate the canary then.
"I've.... heard the name?" She said sheepishly. She had heard that name tossed about, but hadn't met the man as he was heading up the Vegas group. "What exaxctly are you asking me?" Hillary croaked with a nervous chuckle, having obviously been taken a little by surprise here.
"Not asking anything... but for a secret organization, The Watcher's Council are fucking terrible keeping secrets. Maybe that's why the got blown the fuck up," she added thoughtfully, shaking her head. "Sorry. Uncalled for."
"It's... ok." She said, more relieved that somehow this girl knew about her calling. She could actually converse about something now! YAY! "My family's been with them for generations. I'm... almost GIDDY over it, actually."
Patience laughed. "I'm gonna take a leap in logic and say that this girl that you're gonna train is your first?"
Hillary nodded, eagerly. "I'm the first person in my family to get to actually train a real slayer. Before me... there was the 'one girl in all the world' thing going, and nobody in my family ever got to be that 'one' watcher. They had potentials they trained, and my father, mother, and grandfather helped protect the Hellmouth in Cleveland." And as Rachelle would point out, the Browns could ONLY come from a place with a Hellmouth.
"It's a pretty big responsibility." Patience chuckled, actually hoping that Hillary got a half-way sane girl. She didn't deserve any kind of drama, in the part-demon's eyes. "You think you'll be able to handle it?"
"I know I will. I've been preparing for this since I was eight years old." Oh god... well, that would explain the social awkwardness, hm?
"Well, good luck." Patience grinned and clinked her glass against Hillary's. "The bitch in me wants to say 'don't screw it up' but I like you, so I'll give you a positive note: Let's drink to your future successes, hm?"
"You know? Usually a person with your attitude would scare the hell out of me. But somehow? I kinda find you fascinating." Hillary grinned, feeling a blush coming on.
"Fascinating... I can honestly say that I've never heard that before." Patience let out a dry chuckle.
"Well... somehow, in my head? It sounded a LOT classier than saying 'super duper sexy'." Oh god. There it was again. THAT SNORTING LAUGH.
Patience smiled when she heard that laugh. There was something... sweetly innocent about it, wasn't there? "Well, both are acceptable."
Funny how Hillary was roughly 11-13 years older than Patience... yet seemed SO much younger than her? "So... once we leave here, be honest: are you pretty much going to avoid ever seeing me again?"
"I hadn't planned on it," Patience replied honestly. If she liked someone, she tended to keep them around, after all. If she didn't... well, look at Skylar. At least they were on semi-friendly terms now.
"Good... I don't really have anyone I can relate to. It's nice to know I don't have to hide what I am around you... how DO you know this stuff, anyway?" She asked, eyes wide.
"I guess you could say I was raised around it..." Her eyes darkened then. "But the less said about my childhood the better, hm?" Ah. It looked like Hillary wasn't the only one with baggage, huh? "Plus, the friend that I mentioned earlier? The girl with the stunning ass? She's a Slayer, so I know how it goes."
"...get out." Hillary had to admit she was a little shocked by this all. "She have a watcher yet?"
"She does... which was why I asked about Wyndham-Pryce. Admittedly, he's the only guy that I know by name, really..." She twirled the tiny umbrella from her drink between her fingers.
"Darn it. Well... hopefully I'll get someone who at least wants this as bad as I do." She said, sweetly. "You're SO fun to talk to. And I know I'm gushing and possibly the dullest person alive and really do you HAVE to be so good-looking? It's kind of distracting."
"Well, I can't help that!" Patience cackled, shaking her head. "I mean, I suppose I can put a bag over my head. Make it easier for you?" She smirked.
"It might help. Unless you're planning on taking me out sometime. That might help too." Oh my... was the girl finally getting some gumption here? Seemed Patience's outgoing nature could be a little... contagious?
"Oh really now?" Patience asked with an amused arch of her eyebrow, wondering where that had come from... "I might be considering it."
"Well... you should probably decide. Because clearly, such a cool and not-at-all-socially-awkward gal as me is VERY in-demand." She smirked, obviously VERY comfortable with her faults.
Patience smirked lopsidedly and placed her elbow on the table, leaning over a little towards Hillary. "And beautiful. You forgot to mention beautiful."
"......." Hillary just blinked, like a deer in headlights. "You know... in 34 years, I've NEVER been called that by anyone but my parents?" ....and THAT in itself shows how little she gets out. Because while SHE might not see it... Hillary was GORGEOUS.
"Jesus, I would have thought that you'd hear that every day." DAMN, Patience could be a bit of a charmer, huh? But, luckily, she was also telling the truth in this instance.
"No... and don't you DARE laugh but I'm actually a little teary-eyed over it now." She laughed, actually turning away for fear those tears would show. "I kinda get super emotional, right? And I cry over the STUPIDEST things. Last week I cried during The Lion King when Scar killed Mufasa. Even though I've seen it like 20 times. And sorry for the spoiler if you haven't seen it. And I'm rambling."
"It always bothered me that Mufasa was voiced by Darth Vader..." Well, being Gwen's BFF for over five years, something was BOUND to stick. "And it's okay to cry." Patience gently grasped Hillary's chin and tilted her back to face her. "Got it?"
Was it wrong that she found being... bossed around a little like that kind of hot? Oh well. "G-Got it..."
"Good," Patience replied with a hint of finality to her voice. "Decision made. I've decided that I wanna take you out sometime."
"Wow. And here's where I admit total lameness and fess up to this being the first date I'll have gone on in almsot four years." She laughed, rolling her eyes. "I've been asked a few times... but I guess I just never found myself interested."
Patience grinned, a little smugly, she'd admit. "Then we'll take it slow. Go wherever you wanna go. Sound good?"
"I think I'm liking this more and more..." She admitted, feeling JUST a little like doing a silly dance, thanks.
"Good. When do you think that you'll be free next?" Patience asked. Well, she didn't beat around the bush, did she?
Blinking, Hillary couldnt help but blush and giggle again... with that lame-ass snort. "Honestly? Name a night and I'll be there."
Patience rolled her eyes thoughtfully. That was the trouble with full-time work. She had to schedule time AROUND it. "Saturday."
"Done and DONE." Not that she sounded eager or anything. Sigh.
Patience laughed. "Good. And just so you don't forget..." She leaned across the table and gave Hillary a surprisingly sweet kiss.
After letting her eyes flutter closed, and just.... losing herself for a minute, she gave a sweet, romantic, poetic response. "...holy CRAP." Ok, maybe not.
"And just think, on a scale of 1 to 10 on the tame-to-raunchy scale? That was just a 1," Patience purred. God, she was evil, wasn't she?
"I... I kinda want saturday to get here REALLY fast now." She admitted, blushing again, as really... she DID seem like the younger one here...
"And ruin the anticipation? I won't hear of it," Patience replied. Wow. What was the world coming to when SHE seemed like the more mature one?