Kirsten Locke (bitten_locke) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-02-27 15:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | kirsten locke, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
She is SO Whipped
Who: Kirsten and Rachelle
Where: The End Zone
When: Saturday, February 26th
"How the... you know what? I'm not even gonna ask. Just... Kenny? Turn the fucking NASCAR off. Now. And never tell me who asked you to turn it on. Because I don't wanna go to jail AGAIN..." Rachelle said that part VERY loudly, "for violently headbutting a customer because he or she tried to turn this into Rachelle's Redneck Room." Kenny, for his part, snickered and did as instructed, switching the big TV above the bar to an NBA game instead. Rachelle kicked back at the bar, grinning as she seemed to be loving this 'having her own place' thing WAY too much. "Now, see... this I can handle. I hate the fucking Lakers, but at least I can make a few good rape jokes at Kobe Bryant's expense." The busty bassist smirked, wearing frayed blue jeans shorts, brown hiking boots, and a blue shirt with the logo for Blake's comic book store on it, her hair in pigtails and sticking out from under a Celtics cap.
Kirsten had heard that Rachelle had opened a store of her very own, but for some reason or another hadn't gone in until today (okay, so she'd been distracted by Macha, STFU). The hyper blonde made her way inside dressed in low-slung jeans and a white spaghetti strapped shirt with the triforce logo on it. "Anyone ever tell you that you're a LOVELY person?"
"You fuckin' laugh, blondie..." Chelle raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her breasts. "But you won't be laughing when this place is full of fat, bearded white guys in flannel shirts, all named Bubba Ray, because Kenny left fucking NASCAR on."
"God forbid if THAT happens," Kirsten replied with a giggle before plopping down in a seat next to 'Chelle, crossing one leg over the other. "How've you been, ladydude?"
"I've been pretty good. Mostly workin', practicin', or fuckin'." Well, there was Chelle's life in a nutshell, huh? "And you? Whatchoo been up to, besides lookin' delicious?"
"Oh, I don't know. Lookin' delicious takes up MOST of my time," the blonde replied, her Australian accent breaking through slightly. "School and girlfriend, mostly..." AND getting locked in a cage three days of the month... not that I can really tell you that.
"God, how can that accent sound so vile on Paul Hogan but so goddamn SEXY on you?" Chelle wondered aloud. "And girlfriend? Really? Well damn. There goes my master plan of getting you to come home to meet the wife..."
Kirsten giggled and rolled her eyes, actually bouncing in her seat. Yes, she'd gotten into the sugar. Leave her alone! "Eh, I suspect you two wouldn't be able to keep up with me, anyway," she said with a cocky grin.
"Bitch PLEASE. Me and Neely could make sex a goddamn OLYMPIC SPORT. So suck it." Ah yes. Such a professional, classy woman.
Kirsten's full lips curved into a smirk. "Well, if I thought Macha would let me, I'd go home with you in a SECOND. Alas..." Can you say 'whipped'?
"Is that the smokin' hot mamacita I saw you run to that time in Avarice? If so... fuckin' HELL I don't blame you. She's like... one of the hottest bitches I've ever SEEN." The saddest damn part? In Chelle's eyes that was a COMPLIMENT.
Remarkably, Kir TOOK it as a compliment, so no harm there. "Yeah. That's m'girl. Funny thing there. I'm ... KINDA known for sleeping around. Little did I know that Max had a thing for me. ...She TOTALLY flipped her shit with a cheerleader that I had a thing with," Yes, she'd heard about that, "and kissed me. SO hot."
"Dude. I totally did the same thing. One time my Neely got all suck-face with this singer, right? I kinda lost my shit and whooped the chick's ASS. Ended up in jail and everything. True story." Ok, so the Meegs-hate was gone now. But Chelle still liked telling the story. Sue her.
"Jesus, just TALKING about possessiveness is getting me going..." Kir muttered, actually flipping out her phone to send Macha a quick text. You didn't need to stretch your imagination to know what THAT was about...
"Now, if SHE ever wants to have the four of us do some kinda like... girls night in where we all just kinda get groiny..." Jesus CHRIST Rachelle! These are HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS!
Kir just laughed. Hey, she was legal... and as previously mentioned? Had a LOT of sex before then. "I don't think she'd go for it, sadly. ...Annnnd I kinda get all 'grr' at the thought of anyone else touching her."
"Damn. Kinda got all happy in m'pants just PICTURING that." Lovely! "So what brings you to The End Zone? Looking for me or just curious to see the place?"
"A little from column a, a little from column b," Kir rolled her eyes and smirked again, going for honesty. "Annnnd I had some time to kill. Max is workin' at the moment and I'm TRYING not to be a distraction." Wow. She really couldn't stop talking about Macha, huh? How sweet.
"That's... actually really sweet. I can't even make fun there. In all seriousness, kid? Congrats. Real love is haaaaard to find, you know? When you do? NEVER let it go." Holy fucking SHIT. A first, ladies and gents! WISDOM AND CLASS FROM RACHELLE!!!
"Don't plan to," Kir replied with absolute conviction in her voice. "Anyway. Hate to love you and leave you..." She jumped up then, not one to sit still for very long. "But I kinda can't wait t'see her anymore. Next time I'm here, you should tell me the mechanics of NFL. Damn if I'm not gonna learn how that shit works."
"I'd love to. Great seein' you again, kid. Don't be a stranger, ok?" Chelle said with a smirk, offering a hand to the blonde.
"You got it," the blonde replied, taking Chelle's hand and leaning over to give her a bro-hug, wrapping her free arm around the woman briefly. So, she was kind of affectionate. Leave her alone.