Remy Benoit (guitar_god) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-03-10 12:51:00 |
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Smarmy Bastard
Who: Remy and Sin
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday, March 8th - Evening
Ok, so maybe Sin was taking Clark's advice. TELL NO ONE. She'd never admit that the flamboyant, hilariously dramatic boy was right about anything, but she DID need to get dolled up, get out there, and feel GOOD about herself again. So, after using the gift cards her mother had got her for Christmas to a few clothing stores in the mall, she walked into Avarice, grinning as she heard 'Madhouse' by Anthrax. She was dressed in a black and white miniskirt that hugged her tight, petite body in the right places to highlight her form rather than make her look skinny and shapeless. She actually had MAKEUP on, heaven help us, and her hair was back to it's normal red... but actually done up in a pretty bob.
Remy was at Avarice as well, feeling sorry for himself and drowning himself in booze... well, okay. He'd only really started drinking, but that was the plan, anyway! He was on his first bourbon and coke, sitting at the bar, dressed in tight leather pants and a black collared shirt rolled up at the sleeves, bobbing his head along to the music.
Wow... Sin actually did a double take there... normally someone of his stature would be in the VIP section. And considering that he wasn't being flocked by fans, clearly he'd been giving off a 'leave me alone' vibe. Meaning? This wasn't him mingling... this was someone who didn't give a fuck. Lovely. Hey... maybe she'd get an autograph or something. The little redhead sashayed over to him, giving that dorky but somehow sexy grin, and gave a little wave. "Wow... who'd have thought it would be a bonafide rock god that ends up being the one person in here as miserable as I am..."
He smirked lightly, hearing that, and turned to face her on his stool, idly swirling his glass in his hand. She was a cute little thing. He couldn't help it but wonder if she was legal. ...Lovely. "And why are you miserable, cher?"
"Trust me. Kid stuff, no way would it interest you. Just a case of me being a lame-ass that even a big freakin' nerd doesn't seem to want." She smirked, trying to play off just how hurt she really WAS here.
"Then I ask you what is worse. Getting the brush off from a nerd, or loving someone you can never truly have." He sipped at his drink lightly as he looked at her. She was an interesting little thing, wasn't she?
"Oh damn." How ironic that someone he'd never MET seemed to be the first one to grasp it, huh? "You mean McGuinness? Always wondered what the deal was with you two... yeah, she's kinda datin' my bud's dad now. If it helps? At least a guy lookin' like you can pretty much have ANYONE."
"That DOES help me sleep at night," he admitted, showing her a cheeky side by smirking lightly. "I don't begrudge anyone their happiness. I'd just like some of my own." He seemed to realize that that was an interesting confession and looked away briefly. "What would you like to drink, cher?"
"As much as I'd like some hard liquor, I'm not 21 yet and sadly still trying to be straightedge. Lucky me." She sighed, shrugging. "I can seriously go away if ya want... I don't think you want a high school girl crampin' yer style..."
Awr, it was kind of funny how his mind processed the 'high school girl' part. He really needed to work on that, otherwise he'd have a funny aneurysm soon. "You're interesting and I could use the company. I'd like you to stay." He was careful with his wording, however. He NEVER wanted to pressure a woman to do ANYTHING. "But if you'd rather dance and be somewhere else, I won't begrudge you that."
"Dude. I'm an eighteen year old girl who can't even get noticed by the boys at school. Like I'm gonna turn down a chance to BS with a hot, famous guy? My ego NEEDS this, thanks." She scoffed audibly, before realizing how rude she might have sounded. "Sorry... I can be kind of a smartass."
"Don't ever apologize for who you are, cher," he murmured. As always, he couldn't talk to someone without making an introduction, since that was just POLITE. "Remy... obviously. What's your name?"
"Well, my name's Cynthia, but pretty much everyone calls me Sin." She said with a big grin, just kind of flattered that this guy was willing to treat her like some kind of equal. "It's... at the risk of sounding all fangirl, it's a total honor to meet you."
"Sin," he repeated with a chuckle. He wondered briefly if that was a fitting name, but let that thought go for now. "Well, it's an honor to meet YOU, Sin. I always enjoy meeting people that like our music." Yes, he wasn't so big-headed as to think that HE did most of the work. That said something.
"You guys are awesome. You should hit The Sugar Shack sometime. Shy little chick that works there, you guys are like her GODS, for real." Sin, as well, tended to think about other people before herself. "You shouldn't drink over McGuiness, dude. Nothing against her, but if she doesn't see how awesome you are, it's kinda HER loss."
"I'll be sure to meet her," he said to her. He ALWAYS meant what he said, so poor little Mouse was in for a surprise sometime soon, wasn't she? "Tell me her name. I'll be sure to bring some things for her, as well." Beyond recording or writing songs, he tried to keep himself occupied, after all. It would be nice to do something for a fan. "There's no bad blood there, not to worry. And better drinking then... other things, no?"
"Yeah, good point, dude." She knew about his problems, and no more needed to be said. "Her name's... damn, I don't think I *know* her real name. We all call her Mouse. She's a pale, thin redhead. Big, nervous eyes."
"She sounds... vaguely familiar, come to think of it." He'd have to talk to Neely to be sure he had the right girl in mind... and also to find out her REAL name, since it would be more personal that way. "Don't tell her ANYTHING. It would ruin the surprise."
"Nah. Never. Might tell her girlfriend though, so she can help prepare." Plus Sin just LIKED Hope. Girl was hilariously adorable. "So... you're a guy..." Really, Sin? Did you notice? "How do girls like me get you to notice us?"
"Talking is a start," he pointed out, since HEY, they were having a conversation and EVERYTHING. "Sometimes it's in the eyes... for me, personally, at least." He couldn't help but comfort or get to know a woman who looked conflicted in some way. "Confidence goes a long way."
"Well, I wish the boy I like at school was more like you." She blushed then, as that sounded more like she was hitting on him. "I don't mean in a hot way. Not that I don't find you hot. I totally do. God, I sound like a 'tard!"
Remy chuckled and shrugged. "Not all men are like me, sadly." It was a depressing thought... but then again, he got more ass that way, didn't he? "So I understand what you mean."
"Well... the day a guy like you takes interest in a girl like me? We can officially say hell's frozen over. Because that crap doesn't happen in the real world. Some of you can be nice, but the girls like Natalie, or like my friend Meredith... they're the ones who get guys like you."
Interestingly enough, he looked around then. At the stage, the VIP area, the bathrooms and exit... "Nothing APPEARS to be frozen yet. How long does it take for that to happen, usually?" Yes, he was serious.
She blinked, as if unsure of what he was trying to say. "Um... say again? I can be a little dense at times."
"This is me taking an interest in you," he replied. She seemed interesting enough... she might have low self-esteem at the moment, but like HE didn't?
"I mean... like... are you askin' me on a date? Or like... askin' me to go bump uglies or something?" Ah. Yes. Sin and her way with words, eh?
He chuckled. WELL, that was certainly one way to put it, wasn't it? "What would YOU prefer? At the very least, I'd like to see you again."
"Let's be honest, dude. I'm eighteen. And no freakin' WAY are you sittin' there thinkin' I'm girlfriend material. So let's call a spade a spade and say what you're thinkin'. For some reason you're slightly delirious and wanting to do the nasty." She laughed and leaned against the bar. "And I'd have to be either crazy or extremely self-confident to turn you down. And right now? I'm neither. So where do we go?"
"I was being honest," he told her. "Maybe you wouldn't be girlfriend material," he admitted, "but I could see you being a friend." He leaned over and looked her in the eyes. "Would I like to have sex with you? Yes. But be honest: You want to have sex just as much as I do. So don't act like I'd be the one using YOU, when it's not one-sided."
"Wow. Ok, that's honest." She laughed, a little caught off-guard. Usually? She was NOT the kind of girl guys like Remy hit on. "And come ON. You're gorgeous. I'd have to be a special kind of idiot to not wanna have The Sex with you."
"Or gay," he replied with a small smirk. He'd 'turned' a few women, but that's beside the point. "Which I don't think you are, fortunately."
"No... definitely not gay. Granted, my recent drought has gotten me to 'experiment' a little..." she blushed, sweetly, when admitting that, "But no... my heart will always be with The Boys..."
He chuckled. "I think that's your problem right there. Boys don't know how to treat a woman."
"Oh man. This is awesome. This is like talking to a living, breathing book of pickup lines. I love it." How the HELL did a snarky 18 year old manage to become the ONE girl who seemingly didn't fawn over every honey-coated word out of Remy's mouth?!? At least she didn't seem uninterested... "So, we gonna do this or what, Romeo?"
"I have many, MANY pick-up lines that I'd like you to hear." Remy clearly wasn't bothered in the slightest that she made fun of his pick-up lines. Much like Patience, there were some things about him that couldn't immediately be turned off. "But yes, leaving sounds good." He stood and offered her a hand.
"Dude. I am SO gonna be braggin' about this to the girls at school." She laughed, standing to take his hand with a smugly proud look.