Taylor Lansing (space_cadet) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-03-17 16:06:00 |
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Current location: | Saints & Sinners |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | ben bale, ~taylor lansing |
Goddamn Hippie
Who: Ben and Taylor Lansing
Where: Saints & Sinners
When: March 16th, Evening
As we all know, Ben can take any situation, no matter how bad for someone ELSE, and turn it into a plus for HIM. Case in point? Poor Deanna and Eve, who have been so emotionally wrecked lately... Ben LOVED it, because it was tending to make their performances even MORE sexually charged than usual. He sat there at his private table at Saints & Sinners, smirk firmly in place, dressed casually in faded jeans, brown hiking boots, and Van Halen '5150' t-shirt, watching a few of the dancers do their thing.
Taylor Lansing walked into the club, wearing a pair of Ugg boots accessorized with a pair of cut off jeans and a red tank top, her blond hair tied back haphazardly behind her head. While she may look semi-homless (or at least 'poor white trash hooker'), she was actually doing OK for herself. Still, girl needed a job to pay the rent, and she had just been fired from her old one. So, she was here to see an ex because she knew that he owned the place. Peaking over into his booth, she gave him a grin. "Hiiii, Ben...," she said to him, grinning.
"Well, holy hell. Taylor?" Ben blurted out with an amused laugh, leaning back and gesturing to the seat across from him. "Never knew you liked nudie bars, babe.... join me for a bit? Christ, I haven't seen you since we broke up..."
"Breaking up is putting WAY too much of a label on it and you know it." Sadly, it had been more of 'Taylor got distracted and Ben found Mere' than a real break up. She wasn't known for her ability to concentrate on anything for more than five minutes. "And the body is a natural thing. Why be ashamed of it?"
"Hey, preaching to the guy who OWNS the club, ok? Just never knew you were into this stuff. Here to grab a few lapdances? I can bring Eve over here and give you one to REALLY remember..." Ok, and so maybe he just wanted to see Eve grinding on the girl. Shut up.
"Actually, I was wondering how the application process worked," Taylor admitted. "I kinda got fired from my waitressing job." The third one in five months, actually. "Figured I'd apply for a job using more of my god given talents, and I heard you ran this club now...SO figured I'd stop by."
"Jesus fucking CHRIST I'd hire you in a heartbeat." Ben laughed again, clasping his hands in silent thanks to every God he could think of. "Are you kidding? Body like that? Even if you cant dance a LICK, guys would line up just to LOOK at you."
"Thus the 'god given talent' part," Taylor admitted with a giggle. "And I *totally* can dance, actually. So I've got that part down pat," she told him. She could totally giggle and jiggle with the best of them.
"Well... come back tomorrow night when Meredith's working. I consider her an equal partner here, and as long as SHE likes you as well? You're hired." Ben, hilariously, REALLY respected Meredith's opinion when it came to this place.
Taylor squealed, lunging over and giving Ben a tight hug (well, tight for her, anyway). "Thanks SO much! I'm totally sure that I can impress her and get a job here!"
"Yeah, yeah... just remember, if she seduces you, I want pictures. Preferably video." Oh. Nice, Ben. Seriously. Sigh. Anyway, he hugged her back, admittedly still adoring the girl. "Nice seeing you again, blondie."
"Nice seeing you, too! And if she films video, then I'm totally seeing it to the highest bidder, so you'll just have to pay up and get in line now!" Taylor giggled again. OK, she couldn't help it. She at least knew she was hot.
"You know..." Ben sighed, smiling in spite of himself. "Every time you SPEAK, I wonder why the hell we ever dated. Then I look at that body and remember."
Taylor snorted. "Yeah well, I say the same thing to myself sometimes." Only very occasionally did she manage to say something that would be considered something of a zinger.
"Shame my wife isn't here. I always tell her about my rather... numerous ex's... I'd introduce you to her." Oh my GOD is this really Ben??? He's now that guy who can't even flirt with a hot girl without mentioning his wife?
"Wife huh?" OK, she hadn't kept up with Ben as much as she could have. "Never thought that someone would have tied you down."
"Oh, usually it's me tying HER down." He said, deadpan. "But I know what you mean. What can I say? She's a hell of a woman."
Taylor shook her head. "Still a complete perv," she said with a grin. Not that she had minded at the time or anything. He just was what he was. "And that's awesome for you. Really."
"What about you, gorgeous? You dating anyone or anything?" He kind of suspected the answer... Taylor meant well, and WANTED to be loved... but she had the attention span of a retarded kid with ADHD.
She shook her head. "No one for more than a week or two," she admitted. "I'm starting to wonder if serious dating just isn't my thing, you know?"
"If myself AND my cousin Neely can somehow end up married... there's hope for ANYONE. Trust me on that one." Hey, was he lying? Two of the biggest pussy-hounds in history? Both happily married?
Taylor thought on that and gave a nod. "Fair enough. Still, a pussy-hound is a little different from me." She shrugged. "I'm not too worried about it, though. Things will work out in the end if Mother Gia decrees it."
"If Mother..." he started to repeat, before rolling his eyes and laughing. Loudly. "You fuckin' loon... go get yourself a drink at the bar. On me. Then go home and figure out what you're gonna do to impress Meredith tomorrow."
"Yeah whatever," she said with a smile, going over and heading to the bar for a drink. Apparently people calling her a loon just rolled RIGHT off her. Apparently she was used to it.