Talia Andromeda Portman (my_stars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-02 14:04:00 |
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Learning Comfort
Who: Rachelle and Talia
Where: The End Zone
When: Tuesday, February 1st
"Umm... Rachelle? Are you ok?" The voice of the current bartender, a thin, punky-looking kid named Jon, eeked out with a bit of fear (he'd seen her pissed, ok?). "The Celtics are beating the Lakers and you're not even smiling. Usually the misery of all the Lakers fans here makes you happy." Chelle just looked at him from her seat at the bar, where, even in the micro-mini-shorts and tight Steelers t-shirt she wore, her utter misery made her look absolutely in agony. "Just... keep the shots comin', J. Please. I'll... I'll yell or do something stupid later. Promise."
"Well, aren't YOU just a whirligig of excitement," Talia muttered as she took a seat down beside 'Chelle, dressed in straight-leg jeans and a Hellboy t-shirt. Ah. A rarely seen Talia!Burn.
"More like a whirligig of alcohol. I strongly suspect that I currently have more booze than blood in my veins." Chelle said wryly, without even looking from her glass.
"You ARE a bit whiffy," Talia replied, waving a hand in front of her face jokingly. Wow. Just BEING in Chelle's company gave Talia a personality. Good to know! "What's with the frown, Charlie Brown?"
"The frown?" Hey... nobody EVER accused Rachelle of beating around the bush or sugar-coating shit, ok? "I miss my friend. I miss her so much I wanna go beat the shit out of her until she realizes how wrong she is for throwing me away like a piece of fucking garbage."
"I think that might be... counterproductive, if you want her back," Talia pointed out. Ah. What a nerd, huh?
"Yeah. Plus she's like... part demon or something. She'd beat the white out of me." Lovely, Chelle. "So... what brings you here, my nerdy young apprentice?"
"Well, as a NOW high school graduate, I felt the need to come here and share my good news... BEFORE I go across the street to the comic book store to tell my girlfriend."
"Well damn. Congrats, babe." And because this IS Rachelle, "So does that mean that secretly, you wanna do me? Because that would be HOT."
Talia blinked at her for a moment, still clearly trying to grasp Rachelle's sense of humor. "...That's not the issue," she replied. Ha! No denial!
"Hah. You soooo wanna fuck me." Oh god. Clearly, Half-Drunk!Rachelle wasnt above corrupting minors. Wonderful. "That's awesome. Neely totally digs blondes, too. She'd find this WAY hot."
"You are... three sheets to the wind, so I'm just going to politely ignore that and REMIND you that I'm a one woman girl." Her expression was cutely stern then. "Bette's all I need." D'aw! Lookit! The Tinman had a heart ALL ALONG!
"Nah. Sheet and a half. MAAAAAYBE two sheets, tops." Oh dear Lord. "Gimme 'bout another hour and I'll be all three sheets though. Then I'll be on my ass and probably throwing things at Lakers fans."
"I don't see that ending well..." Talia muttered, unable to hide her smirk, however. "You should call Neely. See if she'll come and cheer you up."
"She'll try. And I love her for it. So, so much." See, Drunk!Chelle? Was also brutally honest Chelle. "But while she's the love of my life... nothing's gonna make me forget Maddie. She 'got' me... in a way nobody else did."
Talia nodded, thinking that really... only ONE person got her, and would she act any differently than Chelle right now? "I'm sorry."
"Psssh. Come on... it's ok. I'll be fine. Eventually. If I don't drink myself to the point where my liver comes to life just to beat my ass." Sadly? That made SENSE to her right about now.
Talia placed a hand over Chelle's, actually attempting to comfort her with that little action. "You've got me now, remember? Can't have my new friend dying on me before I get a chance to know her."
"True, true..." Chelle sweetly enough leaned her head against Talia's there, which had to be fairly surreal for the girl, as just weeks ago she'd been little more than a rocker the girl looked up to.
It really WAS surreal for Talia, but she had always been quick to adapt and accept things. She sighed and leaned a little against Rachelle, as well. "Today you can wallow. Make TOMORROW different."
"I'll do my best." She said with a forced smile... if nothing else? She'd do her best to keep her misery private... and stop making Neely, Talia, and everyone else have to suffer WITH her.
"If all else fails, I'll ask Bette to order another costume for your wife..." WELL, Neely had to get the Slave Leia outfit from SOMEWHERE, didn't she? "Maybe a Catwoman outfit?" GOD, she could be random sometimes.
"Well good goddamn." Chelle blinked, just kinda going to her happy place. "...you know I got a female version of Boba Fett's armor? Hot as HELL, girl."
"I would... NOT recommend going to a con wearing that." Talia said bluntly, her eyes widening at the nice mental picture she just got there.
"Oh. Been there, done that, kicked at least three fat smelly fanboys in the balls." Sadly? She wasn't lying. At all. "God, even *I* think I look hot in it."
"Well, at least you're not lacking in self esteem..." Talia murmured, before adding cheekily, glancing down at Rachelle's chest. "...Or other things."
"Heh. Yeah, my tits are AWESOME." Chelle said with a chuckle. "Everyone's gotta have SOMETHING attractive about them... that's my thing."
"Obviously," Talia replied with a faint smirk. "Anyway. I'm gonna see my girlfriend bitch about improperly placed comics. See you later?"
"Give her a big old kiss on the snatch for me..." Chelle snarked, as the mun facepalmed and flailed a little, muttering about characters and having minds of their own. "And thanks. For being a friend, kid."
"You're welcome," Talia replied, smiling faintly before getting up to leave, yelling behind her: "And kissing isn't the only thing I'm gonna do!" Oh dear. It appears Chelle has already corrupted her...