Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-03-03 21:16:00 |
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Current mood: | bored |
Entry tags: | lydia james, mere delany, place: la |
Shitty Clubs
Who: Meredith and Lydia
Where: Some shitty techno club
When: Monday Night
Ben was a bit busy with his fighting league tonight, so Mere decided to patron a different club for a change. While, if there was a fight, she might be there on his arm, looking like a fine trophy girlfriend, it was more businessy and paperwork stuff, so she skipped. The club was more into playing dance club music than anything else, but she did get to watch other people shake their asses and grind on each other more than they did at Avarice, so everything came for a price.
Lydia hated this place, really. It was lame, had lame music, and lame people. But... it was the only other place she knew of that was all-ages, and right now? Better to avoid Avarice. But then she spotted Meredith, and felt herself thank god. At last, SOMEONE she knew! Sprinting over to the girl, she laughed, patting her on the back. The girl was dressed in a sexy blue miniskirt/tank combo, and her hair was back in a ponytail, her blue eyes sparkling. "Ohmygod... finally, someone I actually KNOW."
Mere grinned when she saw Lydia coming over. A part of her wanted to laugh madly at what poor Lydia was forced to come to now that she pretty much couldn't go to Avarice...until she remembered that she had come here herself for some reason. "Good to see someone else that's got some decent musical taste as well. How are you doing, Lydia?"
"Well, aside from mad at my sister and jealous as hell of you, just dandy." She laughed, crossing her arms. "I really need Skylar to stop being pissed at Ben so I can go back to a GOOD club."
"This the only other place in town that does underage?" Mere asked. "We've *got* to get you some fake ID then. LA has plenty of decent clubs. You shouldn't get stuck here."
"I'm sure there are others, but remember, just moved here?" She shrugged, giving a cute little pout. "Spent most of my life down south."
"Aren't there plenty of places in New Orleans, or did Skylar just get to live there?" Mere asked. She knew that Skylar lived there for a while, but wasn't sure if Lydia every did.
"Oh, sweetie? Believe me... I knew ALL the best places to go there." She grinned, knowing Skylar would blow an o-ring if she knew HALF the things her little sister did while living in The Big Easy.
"You and I will have to make a visit during Mardi Gras one year. I hear that all sorts of wild things go on during that week." Well, she had heard and seen more than one video, but whatever.
"Meredith, with a rack like that?" She motioned to the other girl's chest. "And the wonderful set of pseudo-morals you have? You'd be swimming in beads in no time."
Mere laughed. "Like I need the excuse of beads," she admitted. She honestly just liked to cause men to drive off the road and such by flashing them now and then while at red lights.
"I have to admit... it'd make ME go off the road too..." The younger girl giggled, just being honest. Actually... she briefly wondered if she was more jealous of Mere... or of BEN.
Mere just grinned at her for a moment. "We're definitely getting you some good idea to get you out of this club. Just because you can't go to Avarice doesn't mean you should get stuck in a place like this. I was just wandering for the night."
"Surprised you aren't hanging with my sister or something, to be honest. Am I like... the backup plan?" She asked half-seriously.
"I'm not sure what Skylar is up to tonight," Mere said honestly. "She's in baby mode now, anyway. She's not up for much going out lately that doesn't have to do with the band."
"You look really hot tonight, Mere." Lydia nodded, giving her a long once-over. Ever since her... encounter with Faith, Lydia had a new appreciation for the female gender. "With someone like you, I don't think I'd have a shot with Ben even if my sister wasn't threatening to kill him."
"I am hot, but so are you. You've got that whole 'sweet southern belle charm' thing going on." With the dirty girl behind closed doors thing that just made it hotter. "Ben just doesn't want to piss off one of his biggest drawing acts too much."
"How pissed do you think Jo would be if I left here tonight with you?" She let it hang like that, knowing damned well Mere would get her meaning.
"Hmm...probably pretty damn pissed," Mere said, thinking about it. She then grinned, though. "Not that I'm too afraid of a pregnant woman, even if she's really a Slayer."
"I mean, I just figured... we're both kinda bored, why not alleviate the boredom, right?" Lydia asked, batting those eyelashes.
"It is a good way to alleviate boredom," Mere admitted.
"Really." She leaned in, marveling at once that Mere really DID have no morals, and feeling silently impressed and flattered that the girl was interested in HER.
Mere kept grinning at her. "I say that the two of us should get out of here and head back to my place. What do you say?"
"I say lead the way..." Lydia replied, thinking to herself that she couldn't WAIT to throw this at her sister.
Mere grabbed her by her hand and practically dragged her out of the club.