Bennett Neely Bale (bennett_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-14 01:50:00 |
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Current mood: | drunk |
Entry tags: | neely bale, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
Drinking Contest
Who: Neely and Rachelle
Where: The End Zone
When: Friday Night, after this scene
"Dude. I don't give a FUCK. Seriously. You could tell me Lamar Odom is gonna light someone on fire mid-court, and you are STILL not getting me to put a fucking CLIPPERS game on in this bitch. LA team or not, I have some fucking dignity." Oh dear. Rachelle leaned against the bar, as one of The End Zone's customers had just requested a game to be put on. "This motherfucking place is a Clippers-free zone. Deal with it."
Neely made her way into the bar, dressed in a denim mini-skirt, thigh-high boots and an oversized white dress shirt, her lace white bra clearly visible underneath it. "Keep that up, baby, and this place won't last more than a year."
"Neely. I try to be nice. Really. But the Clippers? Do you understand?!?" Chelle flailed, jiggling a little in her tight green Celtics jersey and black cut-off jeans shorts. "A Special Olympic team would be more exciting than the Clippers."
"You try to be nice?" Neely repeated with an arched eyebrow, unable to hide her burgeoning smirk. "I call bullshit right there."
"Hey, fuck off, lady!" Chelle laughed, slapping Neely hard on the ass (hey, bitch was a werewolf, ok? SHE COULD TAKE IT). "I'm TOTALLY nice. Like a fuckin' princess and shit."
"I don't think princesses swear," Neely pointed out, growling pleasantly at the slap. “Or are violent... or drink." Neely grinned.
"....you are such a bitch." Chelle mumbled, sitting down at her favorite table and kickin' her feet up on it (hey, she OWNED the place, ok? Fuck off). "At least sit down and drink with me. I wanna see which one of us hits the floor first."
Neely rolled her eyes, but sat down all the same, crossing one leg over the other. "Baby? You CAN'T keep up with me. Why do you keep trying?"
"...Because it's fun?" Chelle replied with a grin. "Also because the drunken sex that comes afterward is always equally fun?"
"That's true." Neely smirked and leaned across the table, eying up her wife. "Alright. Lay it on me, then."
"Kennnnnnyyyyy! Shots! Line 'em up!" Chelle called to the lanky, pierced and tattooed young bartender, who snickered and practically RUSHED to get the drinks. Hey... he'd been working here long enough to KNOW the hilarity than came from Drunk!Chelle.
Neely just laughed when she noticed the guy start to rush about. "Clearly he thinks that Drunk!Chelle is as hilarious and hot as I do."
"I think Kenny's just hoping that one time I'll get drunk enough to take my top off. He stares at my tits all the TIME." She waved sweetly at the boy then. "Don't worry. It'll happen. Ask Neely. There really IS a point where I get so drunk that WHOOP! Out come the boobs."
"Yep, it comes RIGHT BEFORE falling flat on her face," Neely added, grinning at the poor boy. "Apart from screaming at random customers, what else did my baby get up to today?"
Chelle took the first shot, downing it and laughing as she literally threw the shot glass at Kenny (again... who thought it was a good idea to let Rachelle run a bar? ANYONE?) and leaned back. "Mostly hung around here. And wrote a song. Oh, and I accidentily met Maddie's BBB."
"BBB?" Neely asked with an arched eyebrow, taking her first shot as well, slamming it back down on the table. She gave Kenny a wink and leaned back in her seat a little, setting one hand over her stomach.
"Beautiful Black Boyfriend." Oh, for Christ's sake... "They might be almost as hot a couple as we are." Chelle slammed a second one down then, giving Neely an adorable glare that clearly said she was in this for the long haul. This, cutely, being both the drinking contest... AND their relationship.
"Almost," Neely agreed, slamming down two shots of her own, giving Chelle a challenging grin. "What did you two shoot the shit about, then?"
"How bad I hate Kobe Bryant... how much of a prize Maddie really is... how he didn't tell her she couldnt hang with me.... oh, and then I decided to rename him Token." Yep. Like a stream of conciousness, people.
"Ahh. Token Black Guy. I get it." Neely chuckled, before yelling over to Kenny. "Can I get some beer here as well, dude?!"
"No problem, Mrs. Bale." And how cute was it that this guy who seemingly had more tattoos than bare flesh was being so sweet and polite? He quickly brought Neely a couple of bottles of different beers, while Chelle nodded in approval. "He is SUCH a sweetheart, isn't he?"
"Thank you," she said to Kenny, remembering to be polite. "Call me Neely, by the way." Mrs. Bale just made her think of her mother, in all honesty. "You sure do know how to pick 'em, baby." Neely smirked and took a long swig of her beer.
"He just seemed... so needy when he interviewed. Like if I didnt hire him he'd have nothing. I'm a fuckin' humanitarian, after all." Ah, and put so nicely, too, eh? "Dude... I totally love your tits by the way." Oh dear. It seemed the booze was already loosening that already wacky tongue...
"You have a good heart, I'll give you that." Neely quickly downed another shot and chased it with a swig of beer. "You're totally falling behind," she pointed out. Not that she cared, really. It was just FUN. She undid one of the buttons of her shirt and smirked. "I only wear things like this for you, baby."
"And for Candi. Because you want her to make you have to sit on that inflatable pillow for three days again." Oh my GOD. Chelle took two of the shots, downing them back to back and crossing her arms over those wonderful breasts. "There."
"Okay, I miiiiiight have liked that," Neely admitted with a laugh, her face a little flush now as the alcohol started working through her body. She sucked her lip between her teeth and eyed Rachelle again. "Totally have to do it to you, sometime."
"Totally. God, those two gotta become our personal groupies, babe. SERIOUSLY." Oh, lovely. Chelle was, as usual, a beacon of class. She had, at this point, probably had at least 9 shots. And our favorite bassist? Was getting juuuuust a bit tipsy. "Dude. Spring training is almost here. I gotta call Blake, see if she wants to make a mother-daughter day outta going to Yankee Stadium and pissing on home plate..."
"Lovely!" Neely replied with a laugh, before repositioning in her seat, setting her feet on Chelle's lap. Why? Because she could, dammit. "Well, you should probably give the bitch a call. Show her there's a world outside of Morrisson's snatch." Me-ow!
"Hey, you would know, right?" Oh DAMN. "And speaking of snatches..." Oh, great segue, Chelle. "After we're good n' drunk? I'ma totally get me some of yours."
"Is that so?" Neely smirked, rubbing a foot across Rachelle's thigh like the teasing bitch she was. "You sure about that, baby?"
"POSITIVE." Oh lord, she actually slurred her speech there a little. "Cos all I gotta do is take my shirt off and you'll gimme anything I want."
"Mm," Neely purred. Yep, clearly she was well on her way as well, huh? "You know, sitting in my lap gets the same response." Oh dear God...
"Realllllly? What if I sat in your lap and said I wanted a whole weekend of us not leavin' the bed?" Aw, cuteness? Really? "Or a 'free-ass' card that extends to Maddie AND Token?"
"The first one we can do... the second would be negotiable," Neely replied. WELL, that wasn't a 'no', was it? THAT was surprising.
"RACHELLE FOR THE WIIIIIIIN!" The bassist literally YELLED, before wobbling to her feet, and climbing into Neely's lap, hilariously doing two more shots while sitting there.
Neely laughed and hooked one hand around Chelle's backside so she didn't fall, and set one hand on her thigh. "Wanna give me one of those?" She asked with a cheeky smirk. "My hands are kinda full."
Chelle gave a cheeky grin and took a shot glass.... but instead of bringing it to Neely's lips, she stuck it carefully into her own cleavage. "Want it? Come and get it..."
"Oh, you cheeky bitch," Neely laughed and rolled her eyes, completely ignoring the fact that they were getting more than a few stares as she nuzzled into Chelle's breasts and took the glass between her teeth, shooting it back expertly before setting the shot glass on the table. "Keeeeeeennnnnnyyy. Salt and lemon for me? I'll show my baby how it's REALLY done." Oh God.
Yeah, like Kenny was gonna even HESITATE here? He brought the salt and lemon over so fast the fucking FLASH would say 'daaaamn!'.
Neely chuckled and licked a patch of Rachelle's chest and sprinkled a bit of salt over the area and picked up a wedge of lemon, "Open up, baby."
Jesus... in a bar full of half drunk men? This had to be like softcore PORN. Rachelle laughed and opened her mouth, giving Neely a wonderful little jiggle to go with it.
It really WAS like that. Fortunately Neely was so close to drunk right now that she didn't CARE, hm? She set the lemon wedge between Rachelle's lips... then quickly licked the salt from her chest, SLAMMED back a tequila shot and then sucked on the lemon wedge, before tossing it to one side and giving Rachelle a deep and passionate kiss. "THAT'S how it's DONE."
"Granted I'm not drunk yet.... but god I want you so damn bad now...." She looked over at the guy she'd been arguing with and laughed. "YO! Convince my wife to take me home right now and fucking ANNIHILATE me and I'll tell Kenny to put the goddamn Clippers game on for ya!"
Neely just laughed. Loudly. "Just put the game on, Kenny. I'mma take my girl home and do unspeakable things to her." She then leaned over and whispered in Chelle's ear. "Next time we're gonna fuck in here before opening, hm?"
"Dude." Yes, she called Neely 'dude'. Deal. "I'd totally fuck you AFTER opening."
"Hmm... you got somewhere we can be a little more private HERE?" Yes, alcohol. It was a HELL of a thing.
"Just my office, baby... it's not huge, but..." Oh dear... those eyes lit UP there, "I do have a niiiiice desk in there..."
"Then what the fuck are you still doing in my lap?" Neely grinned wickedly and laughed. "Get your pretty little ass in there."