Skylar James Bale (socialiterocker) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-03-08 17:55:00 |
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Current location: | The End Zone |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | place: la, rachelle martin-bale, skylar james-bale |
Rachelle Drives Away More Customers
Who: Skylar and Rachelle
Where: The End Zone
When: Monday Evening, 3/7
Skylar walked into The End Zone, hoping for a fun evening with her friend Rachelle. While she always totally enjoyed her life, she had been missing some extra time with her best friend lately, and figured that she'd stop in looking for her at her new place of work when she wasn't practicing with a band or two. (Did anyone have only one musical project these days? Even Skylar and Lexi were working on something together now.)
"Oh, enough with that horseshit, pal. I don't give a flying FUCK if this is Dodgers territory, the Sox in even a PRESEASON game is more epic than your shitty team. So suck my non-existent dick and just order another drink, ok? Kenny? I don't care what this jack-hole says, the Sox stay ON." Ah, lovely. Chelle was, once again, in rare form tonight. Wearing a David Ortiz Red Sox jersey and matching cap over her pigtailed hair, and black shorts with the words "YANKEES SUCK" across the ass, she sat at the bar, feet kicked up on it, proving once more why this woman owning a business was a BAD, BAD IDEA.
"Are you ever interested in *not* pissing off you customers?" Skylar asked with a laugh. Sure, it wasn't football season yet, luckily, so she wasn't here with her paper bag yet, but damn if watching Chelle annoy the hell out of her customers wasn't hilarious.
"Dude. Of course I am." Chelle scoffed, whipping a peanut at the man who apparently had the audacity to not want a preseason Red Sox game on tonight. "The smart ones, at least. I mean seriously. It's the Sox, ok? This is our first chance to see how Pedro's gonna look on the mound. Who do the Dodgers have worth getting excited about? NOBODY, that's who." She stood, hugging Skylar tightly. "How's my main dude been?" Main dude, Rachelle? Really?
"God you are so lucky you own this place, or else you would have been thrown out a long time ago," Skylar said with a laugh. She gave Chelle a hug back. "I've been doing good. Hanging with my children, writing music, doing audacious things with my husband. You know, the usual. What about you?"
"Funny enough, replace 'husband' with 'wife' and that's pretty much me." Rachelle laughed, shrugging and removing her cap, placing it on Skylar's head. "Mostly trying to help Blake with wedding ideas, writing some stuff for our NEXT album, and trying to arrange a big-ass orgy for me and Neels with Faith and Candi." She glared at a guy who dared to look offended there. "HEY! It's my bar, ok? If I wanna talk about gettin' ad pussy, I will. DEAL."
Skylar snorted. "OK, this person has obviously never been here before," she pointed out. After one night of being here, you tended to know what you were in for by being here. "And sounds like we're living the good life, huh?"
"Seriously. Jesus. Look, even Kenny's over there snickering, and usually the kid's like... a rock with that shit." She really DID seem to adore the young, tattooed bartender.
"Yeah well, this just means that our lives are really awesome if we're making him giggle like a school girl when he's usually so stoic," Skylar said, giggling.
"It's so cute how he's all crushy on me and Neely. One time Neels got a little tipsy in here and grabbed my tits. Poor dude dropped a whole tray of drinks." Sadly? Rachelle seemed to get a kick out of doing this to people. "Anyway... how's my little niece? She ho'ing it up with Mini-Ash yet?"
"I'm...actually not terribly sure," she said, sending a mock glare at Chelle. OK, she knew that Chelle propably knew more about them than she did. Kind of made sense. "Don't really mind it, though. I think it's adorable. I just hope that I don't end up with a pregnant teenager, mainly because I'm not sure I could stop Ben from shooting the poor boy."
"HAH! Dude, Ben was probably fuckin' before he was even as old as BRANDIE. Hypocritical fuck." Good lord... Chelle! Family establishment!
"Yeah, pretty damn much," Skylar admitted with a grin. "I think it's a male gene or something. Brayden kind of reacts the same way to that kind of stuff with his friend Mac." They may not see each other often, but Skylar definitely kept tabs on her son as well.
"I love Brayden and all... but I swear to GOD I am never going to hang out with him and Mere at the same time again." Rachelle sighed, shaking her head. "All they do is stare at my tits and giggle like Beavis and Butthead."
Skylar rolled her eyes. "Sounds about right. I'm sure the two of them are dying to get you into bed," she muttered. She knew that Mere would try to sleep with her if she had half the chance, even though she was dating her son.
"Dude. If I wasn't with Neely? And if Brayden wasn't practically my fucking NEPHEW? Yeah. But... no no no, they'll have to settle for DREAMIN' about these babies." She grinned as she jiggled her breasts in a very Neely-like manner.
"Pretty much what I expected, and prayed for for my sanity to remain intact," Skylar admitted with a smile. OK, so she didn't want to imagine her son defiling anyone that she was good friends with, OK? She only semi-dealt with it from Mere.
"So... totally off-topic, I thought of something hilarious to do during our next show that could give you, Mere, and Steff a break for a minute or so to get your energy back..." The grin on her face? Said this would likely be hilarious.
Skylar arched an eyebrow at her. "Really?" she asked. "OK, this I've got to hear." God only knew what she had up her sleeve.
"Ok. So... picture it. We're in mid-song. ANY song. Suddenly... the song stops. You guys take about a minute break or so... while me and Chloe break into an impromptu cover of "My Name Is Mud" by Primus, with me singing it. Because I finally mastered that fucking bassline the other day."
"Really?" She knew that Chelle had been working on that FOREVER. "That actually sounds pretty damn awesome," she admitted. "Sounds like something that we should definitely do."
"Me and Chloe LOVE doing that shit, and it'll give you a chance to rest your voice for a few seconds and Mere and Steff time to, you know, stop their fingers from falling off." And then, because this WAS Rachelle, "And god knows Stephanie needs them fingers for when she gets home to Wilson..."
"She has had her 18th birthday recently, hasn't she?" Skylar said while laughing. She was pretty sure that Lexi was waiting for that to make sure that she didn't get into any real trouble, although she had no idea who would actually prosecute the woman for it.
"I love that Lexi suddenly got all sweet and respectful when she got sober. It's like... like... like Vince Neil suddenly snuggling with kittens and taking up knitting." Ouch... oh well, at least Chelle said it in love, huh?
Skylar smirked. "OK, I can't ever really picture Vince Neil snuggling up with kittens and taking up knitting, but I think I get your point." Lexi had been the wildest of the wild, and now she was...almost totally normal. Maybe Utah did do at least someone some good.