Faith Lehane (slayer_faith) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-24 22:42:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | faith lehane, rachelle martin-bale |
You Know You Want Me
Who: Rachelle and Faith
Where: Avarice
When: Jan 2nd, Evening
Sundays were notoriously slow nights at Avarice. Maybe people thought that it was too sinful to come to a metal club on a day that was technically supposed to be for church. Faith was not one of those people. Wearing a pair of skin tight leather pants that laced up the front and a maroon tube top that only covered just enough so that Faith wouldn't be called 'topless,' her eyes were roaming all over Avarice as she grinded on the dance floor. She was actually dancing in a fairly large group of people at the moment, as if they were drawn in to her overt sexual energy. This wasn't exactly something that Faith minded, obviously
For once? Rachelle wasn't really in a flirty mood. She'd had a LOT on her mind lately, stuff she knew she had NO right feeling. So she sat at the bar, wearing a pleated pleather miniskirt, black combat boots, white thigh-high stockings, and a tight black tanktop that showed a lot of her plentiful cleavage. She sat there, beer in hand... Ohmygod, and for once she barely registered the game Kayla had turned on for her.
When the song finished, Faith pushed her way through the crowd and sat down at the bar, ordering herself a beer as well. She couldn't help but notice the hottie sitting at the bar with a pout on her face. "Having a tough night?" she asked, receiving her beer and taking a long gulp of it.
“Yeah. You could say that." She sighed, before looking over to see WHO was talking to her. "Holy schnikes. You're Faith, right?"
It was then that Faith got a better look at said hottie with the big boobs. "And you're Rachelle Martin?" This just definitely got exciting. Faith's grin got wider. "I know why I know you, but why do you know of me?"
"I've seen you talking to a few of my friends. Kinda asked who you were. Oh yeah. And your girlfriend kinda railed my wife in the ass." Oh, lovely, Chelle.
Faith snorted. Sounds like Candi, alright. "You pissed about it?" Faith asked.
"Not at all." Chelle said honestly. "I gave her a 'get some ass for free' card. Also?" She grinned. "I've seen that broad. If anything I'm jealous of NEELY."
"And yet...I see pout on them hot, talented lips," Faith said with a grin, scooting closer. "So...tell Faithie what's going on with ya."
"Nah. Women issues. Got a best friend that I have a stupidly bad crush on, and that can't end well." She shook her head. "So... I've seen you at a few of our shows, haven't I?"
"Hmm...bummer," Faith said simply about it. If she didn't want to talk, Faith was not one to push. "And you certainly have. You guys are wicked good. You planning on doing any big tours soon?"
"Definitely. Gonna tour with Broken Sunrise and HOPEFULLY play some shows with Eternal Embrace." Not that she thought Natalie was hot or anything. "So, Neely said Candi's a fuckin' animal. Lucky bitch. When you can impress her? That's somethin'."
"Great. Can't wait for you guys to get even more of the recognition that you deserve," she said. "And of course my girlfriend is a fucking animal. We both gotta be fucking animals to keep each other's attention, you know?" Was Faith dropping a hint? Maybe...
"You goin' somewhere with this, gorgeous?" Chelle asked with a smirk, eyeing the brunette up.
Faith gave her a grin. "You know where I'm going with this," she said, looking Chelle over. "Come on, the wifey can't be the only one to have a good time, can she?"
"Well, I *do* have one of those cards to cash in too..." And then the kicker. "And I've been eyein' you up for a WHILE."
"Like I haven't been eyeing you up," Faith countered. "God, you have no fucking clue how hot you look on stage slinging a bass, do you?"
"I... have an idea." Chelle admitted with a rare, girly giggle, as really, only Neely and Maddie ever made her feel TRULY sexy before.
"That so?" Faith asked playfully. "Then I suggest we get somewhere where I can maul you and take your clothes off, or I'm just gonna do it here on the bar, and, great show aside, I'm sure the bartender might get pissy about that."
"Yeah, I think Kayla might bitch. So... wanna go upstairs to our place? Neelys out but even if she comes home... She'd prolly just wanna watch." Rachelle grinned with wicked anticipation. "Because you look delicious."
"Hey, sounds hot," Faith said, standing up and paying for her beer. She took a final swig of it and looked at Chelle. "Let's get the hell upstairs then."