Veronica Smyth (n_o_social) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-03-22 19:34:00 |
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Current location: | Eden |
Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | judas lasher, veronica smyth |
Checking on the Patient
Who: Roni and Judas
Where: Eden
When: Monday Evening, 3/21
Admittedly... more than anything else? Judas Lasher had one nagging thought right now: "Is this hell?" Why was the warlock thinking such a grim thought? Because right now, he was TRYING to follow the advice of his doctor. And trying to get out and socialize. However, Eden? Was NOT really his 'thing'. No... he sat there, looking dapper in a black and white suit and tie, eyes simply burning DAGGERS into the the mopey, swaying goth kids who looked more like something out of a Hot Topic store than anything truly 'gothic'. Yep. This was a man who was once a high priest of a satanic cult. He'd been witness to ritual sacrifices. but this? THIS was his limit. He came, he saw, he was not ABOUT to socialize. He looked at his drink, deciding that the MOMENT it was gone? So was HE.
Roni had actually been curious to see if Judas would actually do as she suggested and go out for a change. Him hanging around his home by himself wasn't healthy, although maybe Eden wasn't the right place for him to go at this time. However, she hadn't been much aware of other places for him to go, either. It wasn't like she got out a lot, either. When she walked inside, she stood out like a sore thumb, wearing a light gray sweater and boot cut jeans with a pair of black high heeled boots. After walking over to the bar to get herself a drink (a whiskey sour), she looked around the room before spotting him. Giving him a slight smile, she headed over to him. "I'm pleased to see that you actually made it out tonight," she said to him, "even though I'm fairly certain you'll attack any of these kids if they come near you." He did not look terribly happy.
"That girl..." he pointed to a young woman in a rather... skanky, cleavagey outfit with facial piercings and black lipstick. "Actually had the audacity to sexually proposition me. I'm a fifty-four year old man. That young... 'lady'... is lucky if she's eighteen."
Roni couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm certain that she doesn't care what your age is," she pointed out to him. "I don't approve, but she certainly wouldn't be the first of that type to hang around a club and proposition older gentlemen." She very well might actually be a prostitute, for all they knew.
"I can't believe my son willingly associates with these... 'people'." Ah, yes. And coming from a man who used to hang with murderers and psychotic demon worshippers? THAT is saying something. "What on earth are YOU doing here? There's no way I'm going to believe you decided to brave this nonsense just to see if I would actually listen to you."
"Your son is a teenager. I'm sure that he finds them more tolerable," Roni said. She glanced again at the teen who propositioned Judas. "Plus, I somewhat doubt he hangs with the likes of her." She finally sat down at his table. "And that's actually mostly why I'm here. I also decided to take a bit of my own advice. I don't exactly get out a lot, either."
"And that in and of itself is rather a shame." He said in that usual tone of his... almost devoid of any emotion other than... annoyance, yet tinged with a classy, upper-class lilt.
She simply shrugged. "I tend to bury myself in work a lot." Outside of the office, she had never been terribly great in social situations, at least past one on one. Crowds too large kind of frightened her, although she had no idea why.
"Well. I suppose you're welcome to stay here and revel in the misery I'm in trying to do what you suggested." He sighed, those steely eyes trying to at the very least only focus on the... older women dancing. Jesus.
"Thank you," she said to him with a smile and a slight nod. "It doesn't have to be miserable, you know. Maybe next time you can try to find a more adult oriented place." There had to be places in LA that catered to people over the age of twenty-five, right?
"All I know is misery, I'm afraid." Well. Wasn't HE just a party on legs, huh? "And considering you aren't being paid right now... may I ask why you're taking such an... active concern in my activities?"
"I actually prefer to take a more active involvement in all of my patients," she admitted. It was part of why she had little of a social life, more than likely. It was also why she kept a short list of clients.
"Ah. You flatter me so, Doctor." He smirked, taking another sip of his drink. "No wonder your social life is as sparkling as my own."
She laughed. "Yes, that explains it mostly," she admitted. "I'm also just not quite as comfortable in social situations as my job may have let you thought."
"Well, we could always sit here and be miserable together, I suppose. It's not as though I exactly have women lining up to take your spot here..." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Women who don't look like cover girls for 'Seventeen & Slutty' anyway..."
She laughed at the last part. "Well, I can definitely say that I'm neither seventeen or slutty," she admitted, taking a sip of her drink. Hell, although she wouldn't say so to him, she couldn't even REMEMBER the last time she had sex.
"The worst part?" He gave a wry laugh, sipping at his drink again. "Sitting here basically letting my doctor observe my socializing habits is the closest thing to a 'date' I've been on in over sixteen years."
"I'm not sure if it's more or less sad in admitting to the fact that, while it hasn't been quite as long, it's about the same for me as well," Roni admitted with a slight sigh.
"Well then. A toast to the... pathetic social skills of you and I?" He asked, holding his glass to her.
She smirked and raised her glass. "A toast then," she said, clinking her glass to his.