Getting Slightly Freaked Out by Your Idol Who: Rachelle and Talia Where: The End Zone When: Saturday, January 15th
Tonight, The End Zone was packed. Luckily for those in attendance, the earlier game of the day featured Rachelle's favorite NFL team winning their first playoff game, meaning that tonight, during the OTHER games, she was in a GREAT mood. Because as well alllll know: while hilarious? Angry!Rachelle wasn't exactly a peach to be around. Still wearing those leather micro-shorts and Steelers jersey, the bassist grinned as she munched on one of the chicken wings she had in front of her at the bar, shaking her head. "Dude. FOUR interceptions already? Fuck Brett Favre. The Packers suck SHIT." Ah. Lovely.
Truth be told, Talia wasn't much of a sports fan. Hell, the fact that she had coordination at all surprised her half the time. So, why, you may ask, is she walking into The End Zone tonight? Because she MIGHT have heard who the owner was, and being a fan, just wanted to see Rachelle Martin-Bale for herself, which was why she made her way inside, dressed in green cargo's, an X-Men tee with Kitty Pryde printed on it, and her long blonde hair dyed with streaks of black. Yup. She couldn't look more out of place if she TRIED.
Luckily for her, Rachelle was ALSO a massive geek, which not many fans knew. Meaning? She spotted Talia a mile AWAY in that shirt, and hooted at her when she saw her coming towards her. "AWESOME! Check out the Shadowcat love! FREE SODA FOR THE X-MEN FAN THERE!"
Oh god. Talia blushed DEEPLY then as she made her way over in a ... well, a sea of men, really. Which didn't bother her, surprisingly. "Thanks. I didn't know you were an X-Men fan..."
"Dude. I'm a total fuckin' geek." She literally PULLED DOWN the waistband of her shorts, to reveal the little Empire insignia on her hip. Jesus. "You a fan then, or somethin'?"
Talia's eyebrows shot up and she barely resisted the urge to whimper then. BARELY. "Y-Yeah, a fan. Figured I'd swing by and see what this place was like."
"That's fucking AWESOME. Dude, you're TOTALLY sitting with me and hangin' out." Hey, Chelle didnt often meet people that were fans of HER, ok? Most were all about Skylar, or Mere.
Talia actually let out a nervous(!) laugh then, which was funny given how rarely things affected her... or rarely that she emoted, come to think of it. "S-sure. If you don't mind that I COMPLETELY forget words and just use vowel sounds."
"Oh, please." Chelle said, pointing at the TV. "See... you aren't a sports fan, so I don't have to worry about you saying something stupid like 'Brett Favre is awesome" or something."
"True... Actually, that name sounds kinda douch-y," Talia commented lightly. Ah, obviously being with Bette as long as she had, Talia had developed something of a bitchy way with words, hrmh?
"He's a TOTAL douche. Watch, one day he'll probably get busted sending bitches pictures of his dick or something." Ok, so the mun sort of broke the fourth wall there. Fuck off. "So what do you like to talk about, kiddo? I'm all yours. Steelers already whipped the shit out the Baltimore, so I'm in a great fuckin' mood."
"I can tell," Talia giggled, shaking her head. "Honestly, I don't know WHAT to talk about. I'm just happy to be here."
"Well, I'm happy to have ya here. What's your name, kid?" She asked, trying to get to know the girl and just... feeling honored to have someone so glad to meet HER
"Talia," the teenager replied, before rolling her eyes. "My girlfriend calls me 'T', though. I kinda like that... Oh, I just realized. I know Bastian. I helped her with her ID stuff when she... moved." Which was putting it delicately.
"Get out! You know my girl Bastian?" And then, because Chelle has SO much class... "She didn't sex you up did she? Because she's dating. I could see how she'd be tempted though. You're fairly yummy."
Talia blushed PROFUSELY. "No. ...She didn't try that. It was strictly a business deal. I helped her and later, if I need it, she has to help me. ...That sounded wrong." She facepalmed.
"Heh. That's AWESOME. You're like a hot little Corleone or something. Anyway... so. Comic book fan, huh? Bastian's sister just opened a comics store in Vegas." Not that Chelle was proud or anything. Not at all.
"Expect probably not as frightening as a Corleone," Talia pointed out with a smirk. "That's cool that she opened her own store. I'll have to go visit sometime."
"Damn right. Stick with me, kid. I'll take ya there sometime." Oh dear... was Chelle already thinking of this girl as a little protege or something? "I'll introduce you to my Neely sometime, too. Wait till you see her. Hottest piece of ass in LA, no shit." Yeah, because this was how you talk to a 16 year old girl.
Talia blinked... and blinked, and just when you thought she was done, she blinked some more. "That's pretty tempting offer." She giggled. "But my Bette is hotter than any girl that you throw at me." Aww.
"Oh bitch PLEASE." Sigh. "Neely's like... gah. I need to get her to dress as Emma Frost for me sometime. As it is, she already went all Slave Leia for me once." Chelle was bound and determined to get this girl to loosen up, huh.
Talia gaped. "She ... looks like Emma Frost? That's just... inhumanely cruel." Talia laughed, shaking her head.
"Well, she's blonde, built, got a great rack, and this sexy little face that you just... wanna sit on for HOURS." Oh my god, Rachelle...
"Annnnnnd the mind wanders..." Talia murmured with a VERY distinct blush. "Do you talk like this to EVERYONE?"
"No use pretending to be someone you're not, right? I figure if someone doesnt like me for who I am? Fuck 'em. Who needs them?" Wow... did... did Rachelle actually just sort of say something wise?
She really did. Talia nodded, though. "I should really take a page from your book. I'm not saying that I pretend to be someone else, but... I could stand to be myself more often." Ah, was Talia FINALLY having a bit of a revelation here?
"Ok, seriously. You're gonna start hanging out with me. And I'm gonna help you start showin' the world what a kick-ass chick is in there." Chelle smirked, crossing her arms over her ample breasts, nodding firmly.
"...That can't POSSIBLY end well," Talia murmured, eyes wide at the prospect of spending MORE time with one of her idols.
"Are you kidding? It'll be GREAT." Chelle grinned, clearly finding the prospect AWESOME. "First thing? We're gonna introduce you to the rest of the band. Cuz I'm bringing you to hang with us the next time we all get together. You probably already know Steff, since you go to the same school..."
"I know OF her..." Talia supplied. "Pale thing... hyper all the time?" That was probably how most people described Stephanie Witmore, come to think of it... "But totally. If you wanna do that, it'd be great."
"Yep. Seriously. From now on? We're hangin'. All the time. Till you get tired of my loud, obnoxious ass." Good sweet lord... Rachelle MEANT this!
"It... might take a while," Talia murmured, actually leaning back in her seat to take a look at said ass. The cheeky thing!
"Good. Because I like the idea of havin' a little-sister-type. Never had one of those. Just a bunch of douchenozzle brothers." Ah. Classy. "So yeah. Monday... after school. Talk to the 'rents, make sure it's cool with them, then get your ass to Avarice. We'll go hang at me and Neely's place. Yeah... I live ABOVE A CLUB. Rachelle for the win."
Talia laughed, thinking that her dad would be THRILLED that she was leaving the house, come to think of it. HE'D noticed her hermitness recently, which said a lot. "Definitely for the win."
"We'll throw on a Star Wars movie and just chill till Neely gets home. Any one you want. Except Episode 1, because I take a strong moral stance against movies that suck." Oh, for... sometimes, people need to just shut Rachelle up. Really.
"Oh, please tell me that you have a strong moral stance against Vanilla Ice?" Oh, God... "Then I might be your loyal slave for LIFE."
"....why would anyone NOT have one of those? And do I wanna know what kind of life you lead when not 30 minutes into a conversation with a new person, you mention Vanilla Ice?" Well. Chelle MAY have a point there...
Talia rolled her eyes. "My girlfriend likes to threaten that she'll put on 'Cool as Ice' whenever I'm in a crappy mood and I can't staaaand that man." Lookit! She actually flailed!
"Well, as punishments go, that IS pretty effective, I guess." Chelle smirked, trying not to laugh. She had to admit, this Bette sounded fairly funny. "So... I know you're not a sports fan, but just to let you know: if you want any chance of establishing a good relationship with me, you have to learn to despise the New York Yankees and everything that unholy gathering of inbred horsefuckers stands for." Again! Classy!
Talia just laughed and shook her head, "I think I can manage that just fine. Just, y'know, don't put too much hope in me that I'll be able to follow the sport." If she wanted to, though, she could learn anything and everything that she wanted to about Baseball, NFL, Soccer... anything she damn well wanted AND could hold it indefinitely. Not that 'Chelle needed to know that.
"Look. I don't need you to sit here and love sports. I got my girl Blake for that. I just need you to acknowledge the simple truths I embrace: no football team rules more than the Steelers, no baseball team fucking blows more than the Yankees, and if given half a chance, Kobe Bryant would likely rape us both." Sadly? She said this all with A STRAIGHT FACE.
"I'd ... like to NOT get raped, thank you. Look at me! Like I can put up a fight!" Realizing what she said, her eyes widened and she looked around the bar. Full of men. Eep. "I'll be quiet now."
When a guy sitting near them turned to look at Talia, Chelle quickly cleared her throat. "If I think you're ever picturing this girl naked, I swear I will kick you in the junk so hard you'll have dick on your breath for a week."
Lovely! "It's fine. I should ... probably just not announce that I'm as good as Barbara Gordon in a running race." Oh, the NERD.
"HAH! Dude, she's like, the hottest cripple ever." Face it. PC may as well have just meant 'computer' to Rachelle. "Ok... seriously. You're cool. Unless I say otherwise, anytime you're here? All the soda and wings you want. On the house." Oh dear. The beginnings of a great friendship, maybe?