Jim Diaz (latin_guitarist) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-15 00:28:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | happy |
Current music: | "Giving In" by Adema |
Entry tags: | jim diaz, lydia james, place: la |
Getting Lucky Tonight
Who: Lydia and Jim
Where: Avarice
When: Feb. 12th, Evening
Come on now. It was a friday night, and Baily was DJing. Like Lydia James was going to be anywhere but Avarice? Wearing leather shorts, and a matching jacket over what was basically a black leather bra (gee, think Lydia had been shopping with her sister? Seriously?), the girl looked seriously HOT tonight, and, frankly, knew it. She was out on the dance floor, slowly doing a bit of a grinding number to the sound of "Giving In" by Adema.
OK, Jim had been warned off of Abbi (at least in serious amounts of hitting on, b/c he'd never fully give up) by his band mate and super scary friend Paige, so that meant that he needed to set his sights elsewhere for anything more than the average 'I'm simply hitting on you b/c you're hot and female' deal. When he spotted the hottie running around in the leather bra and shorts? His attention definitely perked up.
Lydia actually pouted sweetly when the song ended (hey, she'd been having FUN!), and headed to grab some water at the bar. She wanted some liquor but... even if she HAD fake ID, unfortunately everyone here knew who she was. FOILED!
"Why don't you buy a drink on me?" Jim asked, sliding up next to her. OK, he was anything but subtle. Give him a break. He also had no clue as to who she was, other than the fact that she looked a good bit like Skylar James-Bale.
Lyds turned and gave him a big grin, as she LOVED being flirted with. Seriously. Fuck things like feminism and girl power... she LOOOOOVED male attention. "Thanks, sweetie..." She replied with a little wink, motioning for the tender to bring her a glass of Pepsi.
He watched as the bartender brought her over a glass of Pepsi. Did Jim realize he was probably hitting on another underaged girl? Yep. Did he really care? Nope. Not like he was THAT much older than her, after all. "Not a problem. Pretty girls should never have to pay for their drink."
"Hard to argue with that logic..." The younger girl admitted,turning to face him again and leaning herself against the bar, back arching a little because of it. "What's your name? I'm Lydia."
"Jim," he said, watching her as she arched her back. OK, he was a guy, he couldn't help it. "So, come here often, or did you come here tonight to torment me in that outfit on purpose?"
"Well, I *do* come here often... but I came to torment guys in GENERAL in this outfit. So don't get too flattered." Oh dear... was Lydia reallllllly starting to get her sister's confidence here?
He laughed. "Doesn't mean I can't BE flattered just the same," he pointed out. "Plus, you are completely gorgeous in that outfit." And he probably had a little drool on his shoes. Who cared?
"Thanks... I used to dress, well... kinda hippy-like. Thankfully my sister's style finally rubbed off on me a bit."
"And who is this sister so that I can send her a thank-you bouquet?" Jim asked with a smirk. He definitely had to send this woman something for getting her sister to dress more like a real woman.
"Skylar Bale. She's actually married to the guy who owns this place." Lydia said with a cute laugh, shrugging. "And NOW ya know why I'm here so much."
He laughed. He knew just how damn amoral those two were. So, him possibly banging the slightly underaged sister? Probably not a problem. "So I see," he said after a moment. "Aren't you a lucky person then?"
"You have NO idea." She laughed, ticking her next statements off on her fingers. "All-access freedom to the hottest club in town? Check. Living in a mansion so big it could have its own zip code? Check. Having a sister whos slowly getting famous, which makes me a mini-celeb by proxy? Double-chec. I love life."
He grinned. "Sounds like you really do have the perfect life," he pointed out. It was fairly impressive. "I'm a bit on my way up as well. I play bass in Intangible Now." They were on Ben Bale's label, after all. Hopefully she had heard of them.
"Get out! Really?" Clearly, she had. "You guys are really good. Lot of kids at school are really diggin' you. Of course, just as many just enjoy looking at the guitarists...." She admitted with a laugh, as face it: between Darlene's rack and Paige's ass? Who the fuck was going to notice they were even playing music???
"Glad to hear that," he said about others digging their band at school. Always good to get a bit of a following. "And no problem with looking at our guitarists. They just happen to be talented along with being hot." Too bad that they were a bit of insane, huh?
"You guys really ARE good though. Congrats on getting on Ben's label." She offered cheerily, taking a sip of her drink.
"Thanks," he said to her, taking a sip of his own beer. OK, now he really liked her, since she seemed to have good taste in music along with being hot. "So, please tell me that you're single, because it's going to depress me so much to hear that someone's snagged you up."
"Me? No... consider me non-snagged." Lydia replied with a little chuckle. "So praise be, you have no reason to be depressed."
"Well, that's fantastic to hear," Jim said with a smile. "I hate being depressed." He took another sip of his beer. "How have you not been snagged then?" Was she crazy or something?
"I *had* been!" She laughed, rolling her eyes. "I was dating a boy that WAS in my sister's band for a while... but he went and freaked about something or other and bolted."
He laughed. "Then that's a silly BOY who apparently doesn't know what to do when he's actually around a pretty woman like yourself," he said to her with a half smile.
"Well, obviously." Hey, at least she wasn't all sullen about it, right? "Let me guess... YOU know what to do though, right?"
"Of course I do," he pointed out. "Obviously not some silly boy who runs from a good looking girl like you." Instead he was a man who liked to sleep with any woman who would have him
"Well, you're full of corny lines... but luckily I kinda need to hear that stuff right now. So instead of laughing, I'll ask if you wanna stick around for a while and get to know me better." Oh, she was sure Skylar would flip her SHIT about this, but you know what? Who cares.
Jim didn't exactly care, either. He was more than happy to continue hitting on Lydia and getting to know her better. "Well, then consider me the luckiest guy in the bar, huh?" he asked playfully. However, he totally did consider himself just that.
"Fine... then sit back, relax, and let's see where the evening leads, hm?" She asked, although really... this was LYDIA. We all fucking KNEW where the evening would lead...