Baily Bale (baily_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-03-11 22:18:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | baily bale, place: la, ~derek crawford |
Getting Digits
Who: Baily and Derek
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday Night
Baily was on break for the time being. It was a night that a band was playing, which meant that she only needed to DJ about every fifteen minutes every hour or so to give them a break. She loved her work, but it was kind of nice to be able to switch out like that. She was sitting at the bar with a bottle of water while the band played through another song. She didn't know them, but they weren't that bad. Another random garage band in LA that probably won't do much more than bars, but it was a living.
Derek, being a fan of rock in general, and especially in following the local scene, was there to see the band... but for the last few minutes, he found himself more interested in the stunning girl that had been running back and forth to the DJ booth. He sidled up to her as she sat at the bar, grinning at her. He was clad in worn-in blue jeans, a form-fitting black tee shirt, and black biker boots. "How's it going tonight?"
Baily looked over at the boy who had sat down next to her. Nice looking enough, but not really her type. Plus, she had seen him here with a Slayer before, and things had gotten pretty 'intense' if you catch the saying. While amusing, Baily had better things to do than piss of a Slayer right now. "Going alright. You here for the band?"
"Well. I certainly was..." he smiled at her, running a hand through his hair. She seemed like more of a... bad-girl type than Buffy, which made her, to him, a little more approachable. Buffy was so seemingly girl-next-door that while he was undeniably attracted to her, he sometimes found himself tongue-tied around her. "Gotta say, I'm a little more interested in this conversation now."
Baily grinned. Well, he was flirting with her, right? Might as well work on those incredibly rusty skills on someone that she wasn't actually going to pursue, right? "Well, you can see that band somewhere on any night, anyway," she said with a grin. "I've seen you here before. How do you like it here?"
"I like it a lot, actually. My kind of music, and the crowds are more my type of people." He nodded as he leaned a bit on the bar. "Name's Derek. And you are?"
"Good to hear. I like people who like this club." She offered her hand for him to shake. "I'm Baily Bale. Pleasure to meet you."
He took her hand, shaking it firmly with a little lopsided grin. "So... you work here a lot? If so... I might need to spend a lot more time here."
"Yeah, I'm here most nights, actually," Baily told him. "I love working the DJ booth. Got any music we're not playing that you'd like to hear?"
"Slip in some Motorhead and Danzig, and I'm golden." He replied, laughing a little. "No offense... but it's just too bad you don't do something that lets you be more visible... such a waste of good scenery."
"I'll make sure to put those on for you." She did like knowing what people were wanting here, other than a shot at getting in her pants. "Well, I'm not a musician in the traditional sense, but I love being behind the booth."
"Damn, girl.... not even trying to be lame here, but you have such a sexy smile..." he added, grinning with sincerity.
"Well, at least you don't hide behind lame ass lines," Baily said. "Kind of refreshing to hear someone talk some truth around here." She looked him over.
"I... don't talk very much, but when I do? I say what I'm thinking." Which he hoped he wouldn't have to keep doing here, for fear those thoughts would get him slapped.
"Good to hear. I don't really do subtlety," she told him. "Which is why I'm probably going to ruin this by asking something: didn't I see you here with a blond girl the other night? Kind of cute, in that wholesome kind of way?"
"Buffy. Yeah..." He said, never the type to lie. "We're not serious... we haven't even been on a real date yet. We've more... hung out a few times, with a spattering of making out thrown in for good measure." He snickered at how dumb that sounded. He looked at her, winking. "So... in other words... I'm not being a dog by flirting with you. If Buffy was my girlfriend? We wouldn't be having this conversation, I assure you."
"Well, that's good to hear. The last thing I need is her coming down on my ass for hitting on her boyfriend," Baily told him. "Don't know her personally, but she could probably at least put up a good fight." Being a Slayer and all meant that pretty much no matter what.
"Yeah, she's really oddly strong." He had no idea HOW strong, but yeah. "But enough about her... I adore Buffy... but for right now, I wanna talk about you."
If only he knew. "Alright, let's talk about me then. What do you want to know?" Honestly, she'd probably tell this boy just about anything. Baily really wasn't one for secrets, or discretion.
"First thing I wanna know... you got anyone you're seeing? Just want to know what my chances are here." He wasn't one to pull punches either, or to waste his time.
Baily shook her head. "Nah, I'm not seeing anyone. So, that's not blocking your chances any," she told him. Might as well at least tell him he wasn't making a complete fool of himself.
"Good... because I'm completely digging on you here." He said, smirking as he reached over to playfully cup her chin. "You're my kinda girl."
In the back of her head, she was cracking up because, usually, if a human knew what she was, she usually only got furries coming after her. Instead of laughing in the boy's face, though, she just gave him a little half-smile. "Am I now?"
"Come on. Like you can't tell? I've been here all night and I've barely given any of the girls here a glance." He shrugged, just being honest. "These girls that come here, acting all trampy and showing off... that ain't my style. I like a girl that's confident enough to be herself."
Well, he had a point there. She was just in an old Iron Maiden t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans with a pair of combat boots. Dressed to impress she was not. "Well, all I can be is myself. I like a guy who's honest and upfront about what he thinks, personally."
"Well... I've known you for all of a half hour and already told you I find you sexy as hell. Can't be more upfront than that, really." He retorted with a laugh.
"And that's what I like," Baily told him. She finished off her water and looked at him. "Look, I've got to go and play some music so that the band can take another break. I don't know of any other bands who need a fifteen minute break every hour, but I'm not going to say anything to them or Ben will kill me." She snagged a napkin and, after getting a pen from a bartender, wrote down her phone number on it. "Give me call during the day while I'm home. Maybe we can work something out."
"I'd love that." He said, pocketing the number. "You have NO idea how much."