Mackenzie (Zee) 'War' (born_of_war) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-06 09:29:00 |
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Strange Bedfellows
Who: Lindsey and Zee
Where: Caritas
When: Tuesday Night, 2/1
It had been another late night for Lindsey at the office, and, instead of heading home, he had headed out to a bar for a few drinks before going home and going to sleep. He actually had a rare day off the next day, so he felt the need to take advantage of it by going out and drinking his face off. For someone who swore that his job didn't bother him at all, he sure did drink a lot, didn't he? After finishing off his third drink, he decided that he was going to get up and do some singing for The Host. Well, maybe, anyway. He felt like singing right now, so that's what was important to him right now. Sometimes he was pretty sure that he didn't want to know his future. After all, it wasn't like it was going to end happily, you know? He did work for Wolfram & Hart. After borrowing a guitar from The Host, he stepped up to the stage and started to sing.
Well our love story reads like a book of lies
Good intentions, better alibis
No happy endings, no straight lines
No movin’ on, but no goodbyes
This bittersweet revelry, will be the death of me
We go round and round, tryin’ to work it out
And all I get is hell-bent and bound
Never far from right where we are
And you would think that we’d get enough
You know we’re goin’ to fuck it up
We’re holdin’ on and sinking down
Here we go round and round
Making circles
Making circles
We both need to lead, while we dance alone
One more graceful spin, on who’s right or wrong
The same old words, the same old song
Maybe we’re right, where we belong
It can’t get much better, it sure can’t get worse
Well ether way you turn, it’s gonna hurt
And you would think that we’d get enough
You know we’re goin’ to fuck it up
We’re holdin’ on and sinking down
Here we go round and round
Making circles
Making circles
You’d think that we had had enough
Be sick and tired of fuckin’ up
Holdin’ on, sinkin’ down
Here we go round and round
Zee had been bar hopping for the better part of two hours, in all honesty. She'd had tomorrow off, herself, so she figured tonight was a good chance to get good and tight. Dave was a good guy and a good boss, so remarkably, she tried not to fuck up her relationship with him as often as possible. She entered Caritas dressed in light blue jeans and a black corset, her hair styled in its usual wild nature. She ordered herself a drink at the bar, and, catching the end of Lindsey's song, she looked up at grinned. Wow. Boy had a set of pipes on him, huh? As soon as he was done, she clapped for him in her own loud way. "Woo! Lindsey boy!"
Lindsey hadn't realized that anyone that he knew was in the crowd, but, when he heard someone calling out his name, he looked out into the crowd and saw Zee, giving her a smirk as he left the stage. Giving a wave to The Host so that he wouldn't be talking to him just yet, heading over to where Zee was. "So...how are you?" he asked when he got over.
"Ecstatic!" She replied, bouncing eagerly. "I got tomorrow off of, GASP, work. Annnnnd, I got to hear my favorite guy sing! All in all I'm in a VERY good mood." She grinned manically at him. "How are YOU?"
He couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "If I'd known you were here I may have picked a happier song," he said simply to her. "I'm doing alright. Done with work. I have the day off tomorrow. Figured I'd go out tonight."
"Pssh, I liked it," she said about the song. "AND cllllearly great minds think alike." She grinned at him, eying him up a little. What? She'd already had a few drinks! Leave her alone! "Feel up to some company, or were you just gonna drink alone?"
"Company would *not* be turned away," he said to her simply with a slight grin. He honestly wasn't sure what to make of her eying him up a little. Was she attractive? Sure. It was more that he knew what she really was that made him...slightly hesitant to excessively eye her up back. He sat down with her and flagged a passing waitress for a beer.
She just laughed gleefully, clearly not bothered by that in the slightest (if she'd known why she might have been, however) as she pointed him in the direction of a table to sit at. "So, how's my second favorite lawyer been lately, hm?"
Who knew how he would feel after drinking a little more, though, right? He did loosen up after a few drinks, after all. "I've been doing alright," he said to her, getting his beer when the waitress brought it back to him and took a sip of it. "Mostly staying busy with work. You know me." He gave her a slight smile. "How've you been doing?"
"Yes... you can be incurably boring, sometimes," Zee replied with a teasing grin. "And good! Found work a while back and Charlie's letting me crash with her until I find a new place. Still can't figure out how the old one burned down, but there's not much I can do about it, you know?" Burned down? What?
"Well, sometimes," he agreed with a slight shrug. When she mentioned her house burning down (the cover story for why she was staying with Charlotte for a while), he shrugged again. "Probably something electrical," he said simply. It WAS hard to figure out the causes of fires, you know?
"Probably. It's a PAIN in my ass. And if you REALLY wanna talk about incurably boring, you just have to look at my sister!" She cackled. "Love her to death but GOD, she's boring."
"Your sister's not that bad...just honestly more of a workaholic than I am." While he didn't know Charlotte very well (she was the type that it was hard to get to know), she did come off as a workaholic.
"Bloody depressing is what it is," Zee grumbled, before flagging down the bartender and yelling: "Shots! I require shots! Preferably for human consumption!" Oh dear. Looks like someone hasn't hit the wall yet, huh? "I promise to corrupt her one day. She has a personality hidden somewhere deep, DEEP inside."
He laughed when she ordered the bartender to bring them something fit for human consumption. It was sad that it had to be said here. Still, the waitress came back a few minutes later with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. "Fit enough for you?" Lindsey asked her playfully. "And I'm sure your sister has much more personality than you think."
"Much!" She squealed happily, making sure to tip the waitress with a wink. "Maybe," she said to his second statement as she poured them each a shot. "I used to think that she'd had a lobotomy as a kid, or something, though." Oh, that was nice. "Anyway. Enough about her. Let's find a new topic." She slammed down a shot, made a face and handed him his. "You don't have to keep up."
He snorted when she said that he didn't have to keep up. "Please. You have no idea just how much I can drink." Oh...I think that was a challenge...He tipped his shot back into his mouth and swallowed.
She just grinned at him. Wickedly. "Well, damn, Lindsey. You really think that you can drink ME under the table?" Oh, was she loving this? You betcha. It was FUN seeing him outside of his work environment, after all.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, slapping a $50 on the table. "I'm willing to bet on it," he said to her with a smirk. "You game?"
"Oh, darlin'," she lilted, before cackling, LOUDLY. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled $50, slamming it down over his. "You reeeeally don't know what you're IN for."
"I'm not sure you realize what you're in for, either," Lindsey said, pouring them each another shot. "Cheers," he said, raising his glass up and tipping it back again.
She took her shot and downed it just as soon as he poured it, making a satisfied 'ahh' sound and wiggling a little in her seat. "This is gonna be the easiest $50 that I'll ever MAKE!" … Well, it was likely going to pay for the alcohol that they were drinking, but still!
"Well, we'll see about that soon enough," he pointed out to her. He didn't have to necessarily worry about paying for the alcohol. He had a running tab here. Not that he was going to tell Zee that, since she would likely drink him into the pour house.
It probably WAS for the best, come to think of it. She grinned at him, almost manically and poured them each another shot...
Roughly a half an hour later and their sixth shot in, Zee was starting to get a little giggly. Her smile actually looking genuine rather than forced or frighteningly Joker-like. "Damn, Linds. You weren't kidding," she giggled. "Last guy I had a drinking contest with fell flat on his face after trying to walk. It was HILARIOUS."
He gave a loud laugh when she pointed out that he wasn't kidding. "Well, not sure if I should get up and do much walking around yet, but I'm still holding up," he admitted, his Oklahoma accent, which he toned down for the office, coming out in full force now.
She noticed that too, and couldn't help it but grin. While she'd had no real discernible accent before when she was something other than human, she sounded more like a native Californian now. She poured them each another shot, but took her time with it now, wanting to prolong their fun a bit. "You sure I'm not gonna get you in trouble for keeping you out late?"
He shook his head. "Don't worry about me. I hope your sister isn't going to ride my ass for keeping you out AND keeping you drunk, after all." Charlotte probably WOULD blame him.
She probably would, come to think of it. Zee? Just laughed. "As long as I'm not drunk AT her, askin' if she's a lesbian and telling her it's okay?" She snickered. "I think we're just golden. ...Actually, I might do that anyway. It's fun to frustrate her."
He cracked up at the idea of Zee bombarding Charlotte with questions about her sexuality. Nothing wrong with being a lesbian, but he could easily picture Charlotte's face while Zee did so. "If only I could see that," he said slightly wistfully.
Nope, nothing wrong with that at all. Zee was just an evil woman, clearly. "Well, next time I'll tape it from various angles. I SWEAR you'll get a kick out of it." She grinned. And yes, she DID have multiple cameras too, so she WAS tempted to do it. Of course, why she had multiple cameras was anyone's guess, really.
He could only imagine why she had multiple cameras. An idea that, amazingly, he found that he liked. Damn. "You'll have to do that for me then," he said, taking his next shot.
"Done," she snickered, tipping her head back and taking her shot as well. She was nice and pleasantly buzzed now, thank you very much. "I'll have a copy for you by the end of the week." My, she could be terribly devious, couldn't she?
Sadly, he could see that, even as human, she had actually retained the majority of her personality. Which meant that, if she ever found out about her true self? They were screwed hardcore. He wasn't thinking that, though. Lindsey was also pleasantly buzzed, but he had been expecting that, what with, you know, the drinking. "So...what were you planning on doing once you crawled out of here and I had your fifty bucks?" he asked her playfully.
"Well, aren't you just..." She searched briefly for a word and smirked, "cocky." She poured them each another shot and thought about that. "Probably just goin' home to reacquaint myself with Hello Kitty." Yes, that's what she called her vibrator... and yes, her mun is cackling madly. "Or maybe I'm just saying that to get a reaction out of you," she teased.
He actually put together what she was talking about and laughed. "At this point, the only reaction you're going to get out of me is offering to do to you what that thing can't." True, he had Lilah, but she was so distant lately...and sharing stuff with Jared that she didn't want to talk to him about...maybe he was feeling a little needy.
"...Is that so?" She smirked playfully, downing another shot, she set it down on the table and leaned back in her seat, eying him thoughtfully. Of course, the evil little thing that she was, she just had to say: "Your hand not doing it for you anymore, Linds?" Yep, even SHE'D noticed how distant the couple were, and she didn't even WORK at W&H.
He figured that he'd get some remark like that. After all, this WAS Zee. She's not exactly known for her tact. "Not a bit," Lindsey said with a slight snort, downing his shot as well. Seems that the distance between him and Lilah had gotten around.
She smirked and thought on something briefly, "What'd you think about calling out little contest a draw here, maybe take the bottle home with us and... help each other out with our problems?" She smirked, figuring that he'd get her meaning there. Sure, she could be vulgar, but she could be interestingly delicate with her phrasing too, at times, which was astounding. Maybe she'd picked up something from Charlotte where that was concerned, who knew?
"Aw, you giving up on me?" he asked her playfully. Of course, her...proposition made it sound more than worth it. "Fine. Let's head back to your place then," he said to her, ready to just slap this onto his tab and get the hell out of here.
She positively BEAMED then and... rather loudly asked the bartender to call them a cab before leaning across the small space that separated them. She'd been lonely a Hell of a long time, and horny a lot longer than that. "You sure you'll be able to keep up?" She teased. God, she had to make everything a challenge, didn't she?
He scooted over so that the two of them were now sitting next to one another, resting a hand on her knee while leaning over and whispering in her ear, "Only if you're OK with me *not* playing gentle," before scraping his teeth across her earlobe. Apparently someone was feeling forward.
Alcohol was a hell of a thing, huh? Zee smirked and shuddered visibly, both at the whisper *and* the ear scrape. "God, if you couldda said anything to get me goin'? That's it." She turned her head to look at him and nipped at his lip harshly, "let's get outta here, handsome."
He grinned when she nipped his lip. "Sounds like a plan," he said, standing up from the table.