Darlene D. Sauer A.K.A. Darlene Southland (fcked_up_gal) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-15 00:36:00 |
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Current location: | Full Moon Records, Ben's Office |
Current mood: | devious |
Entry tags: | ben bale, darlene southland |
Teeth to Vag is Not What Darlene Finds Hot
Who: Ben and Darlene
Where: Full Moon Records, Ben's Office
When: Monday Afternoon, 2/14
Darlene walked into Full Moon Records and, after brushing past the chick at the front desk, headed back to Ben's office. He had given her a call and said for her to come by, and she could only assume that he wanted to check in with her and make sure that she wasn't drinking herself to death again or anything. She totally wasn't, but, with the money he had invested in her band (and the fact that they were finally starting to get big in LA), she kind of understood that he'd want to check in on his 'investment.' She knocked on the door. "You in there you man-whore?" she called out. Never one to mince words, huh?
"Yes, and sadly not living up to your nickname at the present..." Ben replied with a smirk before opening the door. "Care to help me remedy that?"
Darlene snorted. "Hey, when I can get a man, I'm a one man kinda girl," she pointed out, flopping down in his chair. "So, what's up El Hefe?" Apparently Darlene knew at least a tiny bit of Spanish. Who would have guessed?
"Mostly setting up a recording schedule for your little band of morons." He smirked, as hell, he knew she was aware of Jim and Dave's collective IQ being roughly the same as the number of wins the Cleveland Cavs had right now....
Darlene laughed. OK, so she knew that Jim and Dave were complete morons. She was probably in that collective of idiots as well. Didn't bother her too much. "Sounds like fun," she said. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, your demo is getting GREAT word of mouth. Meaning that you should try to include at least 2 or 3 or those six songs on the actual album. Hell, a kid that works with my wife already wears one of your t-shirts constantly. I'd say that's pretty good, to have devoted fans without an actual album being available yet."
Darlene nodded, trying to not get too giddy over that. She knew that more and more people were turning out for the shows since they had signed with Full Moon. Hearing it from Ben was nice, though. "Yeah, I'd say so," she said with a nod. "Fucking great, ain't it?"
"It really is. I don't often see bands gaining this kind of word of mouth so quickly. Best thing you all can do is start trying to hang out more at Avarice and Eden, and try to talk to your fans. The more they like you, the more loyal they'll be." He grinned, a predatory, up-to-something look. "And the more loyal they... the more willing they'll be to plunk down their hard earned money on anything you put out."
"Well, that's just because we're awesome and people are finally starting to realize," Darlene pointed out. "And hang around at a bar and talk to people? Not exactly the hardest thing in the world."
"Noooo... but being NICE to them might." Ben pointed out, knowing damn well that while Dave was charmingly stupid... Jim hit on anything with a pair of tits and Darlene tended to get pissed and fight people.
She smirked. "So...no more busting bottles over people's heads?" OK, the fact that she had stopped drinking hadn't seemed to really curb her temper much. Seemed that was just a part of her.
"Precisely. Especially the girl I mentioned. I understand she can be... a bit obnoxious. If you meet her, BE NICE. No tying her up and tossing her through a window, as I've heard some of my wife's comrades are dying to do."
Darlene snorted. "OK, just who is this kid and how annoying is she really?" she asked. Darlene could only reign in so much, after all. She was grumpy by nature.
"Never met her. I just know she's like... 12 or 13 or something. And a little know it all. But goes fucking retarded over you guys." Ben was SO sweet, hm? "So be nice. Even if she's as bad as they say."
"Well...if she's really THAT retarded over us...I'll at least put real effort into playing nice then," Darlene said with a smirk. She'd at least try. If she was TOO much of a shit, who knew how it would turn out. Of course, Darlene really didn't want to turn a fan off.
"Good. Now... how are YOU? Staying clean, I hope. I wouldn't want to have you killed or anything..." He said with a sinister laugh that said... oh fuck, he MIGHT not have been kidding, huh.
"Doing good," she said. "And you wouldn't have me killed as long as I was making you money and you KNOW it," she pointed out. Sadly, she was probably right about that. "Staying clean. Kinda wanted to bury myself in a bottle of Jack while Paige was flipping out over her friend bailing for a while, but got through it." Mainly by hiding at Dave and Jim's, but everyone had their coping mechanisms.
"Ah. Yes. Patience." Ben said with some annoyance, mostly because that whole shpiel led to his cousin being hurt emotionally. "ANYWAY. Luckily, your uber-sexy bandmate seems to be doing just fine now. You know, if you, Paige, and Maymin ever decided to make out together and tape it, you'd be rich before you ever even HAD an album."
Darlene gagged. "Sorry, I might be one of the few chicks in LA LEFT who really just has no interest in chicks," she pointed out. "The only person I *might* try it with is Paige, you know, if I ever get curious, and the I'm scared to get those teeth anywhere near my vag." Dear lord..."Sorry, no sex tape for you."
"Then keep clean. Because if youre not willing to get naked... your talent is all that's keeping you employed." Sadly, Ben meant that nicely. As in, telling her he found her talented.
She gave him a smirk and a nod. She actually realized that he was complimenting her. While she may or may not have confidence in her looks, she knew she could rock like no one else. "Yes, sir!" she said with a slight salute.
"Now... get outta here." He said affectionately. "Go make me even more rich than I already am."