Baily Bale (baily_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-03-22 20:05:00 |
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Current mood: | frustrated |
Venting the Frustration
Who: Baily and Rachelle
Where: The End Zone
When: March 17th, Evening
So, Baily had an off day, and surprise, surprise, she actually DIDN'T go to Avarice for a change. Nope, but she knew that Chelle, someone she was becoming friends with, totally had her own bar now. Sure, Baily knew jack and shit about sports, but who cared, right? She just wanted to hang out with someone fun and drink some beers. Could Rachelle really complain about her coming in and doing that?
Of course she couldn't. Why? Because this was RACHELLE, and she was obviously complaining about more important things. Like sports. Sigh. Only Rachelle could get worked up over PRESEASON baseball. "Oh for... MANNY! What the fuck dude??? What's with the underhanded catch, like you're in goddamn little league or something?" And then? Yep. She threw a handful of peanuts AT THE TV. Turning to the bartender, the bassist crossed her arms over her breasts, looking kind of adorable in her baggy shorts, white
Red Sox jersey, and blue cap over pigtailed hair. "Kenny? If Manny does that shit again, I may break some glasses. Consider yourself fucking WARNED."
"You...are a goddamn nut," Baily said to Rachelle, not even realizing the accidental pun she had made with Chelle throwing the peanuts as well. "Can a gal get a drink up in here while watching her friend throw peanuts?"
"No SHIT Sherlock." Chelle shot back, standing briefly to hug her cousin-in-law. "How's things, sexy? You finally come to check my joint out? It's drunken jackasses, big-screen TVs, sports, hot waitresses, and fried food. In other words? My personal heaven."
Baily sat down at the bar as Kenny handed her a beer. She took a sip of it before answering. "Things are OK," Baily said. "Not fantastic, but OK. And this place definitely sounds like fun." Minus the sports, but Baily knew better than to say that to Chelle.
"You still bummin' out over McConnell?" She asked, bluntly. Hey. She meant no harm... remember who we're dealing with! "Yeah... sorry to hear about that. If it helps, I'm sure there's another dude for you out there with a big-ass horse-cock."
Baily laughed. "Yeah, bummin' a little. Still, what can ya do, right? At least I don't have to look at him every day since he's off in Vegas," she said. She was actually epically relieved about that. "There's definitely SOMEONE out there for me. Just gotta find him."
"At least you got to experience that. Lucky bitch." Lovely, Chelle. Really. "Surprised you're not in a wheelchair, really. Wait. Hang on a sec." She looked over at a huge man in a NASCAR jacket that had just walked in. "Dude. Seriously. Free cheese fries if you take the jacket off and never wear it here again. This is a redneck-free zone, ok?"
"Yeah well, loved and lost and shit," Baily muttered. "And let the damn man enjoy his cars going around in really fast circles. It's his business, K? At least he's not telling you to put the stuff on."
"Hey, his fat ass is getting free fries out of it. He doesn't exactly look upset." Chelle grinned triumphantly, before reaching over the bar to slap Kenny in the back of the head, causing him to drop a tray of glasses. "OH LOOK WHAT YOU DID! THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!" Ok, and then she started laughing. "Kidding, Kenny. KIDDING."
"Goddamn you are crazy," Baily said with a shake of her head. Still, it was part of why she liked hanging around Chelle: her complete and utter lack of ability to refrain from saying whatever was on her brain. "So, how's life been for you?"
"Not too shabby! Neely and me are doing good... the bar's doin' GANGBUSTERS, me and Neels each got like, our own little groupie, which ROCKS..." Clearly, Chelle had her priorities in order. "Oh yeah, and Blake's getting married soon too..."
"To Gwen? Awesome. Glad to hear that," she said. Baily knew that the two were going to get married eventually. It was really just a matter of WHEN. "And just HOW did you get your own little groupie?"
"Oh. It's kinda awesome. Ever meet those crazy-ass bitches Faith and Candi? Turns out Faith's got a total mad-on for me, and Candi does for Neely. Love it!!!" If Chelle were in 2011 right now? You know what she'd say? WINNING!!!
"Definitely met Candi and Faith." Hell, Baily had slept with Candi way back when. That was definitely winning. "You guys are definitely lucky as all get out."
"Hell yes. You know what? Free your schedule for the weekend, girlie." Oh no. This... this REALLY wasn't gonna end well, huh? "I'm takin' you out. I'ma get you drunk, happy, and LAID."
Baily laughed. "Oh, it's not like I can't get myself laid. I'm just looking for a little extra than a good roll in the hay," she admitted with a smirk. Hey, at least she was honest.
"Shit, girl. You'll find someone. You're too goddamn awesome NOT to." Seriously... that was a HELL of a compliment to Rachelle. Sigh.
"Oh, I know. Just kinda got sucker punched by love. I'll be fine." She kind of flickered back and forth between totally pissed and OK. She just knew that she could be more honest with someone like Chelle.
"Like I've said COUNTLESS times, babe... if you weren't my wife's cousin... DAMN." Ah, Rachelle. She of the one-track mind.
Baily just smirked. "And, unlike my future second cousin, I don't find my cousins attractive," she said. Bray was interesting, but definitely a little freaky.
"Good god, Brayden." Chelle snorted, looking upward. "Like I've said: he and Mere together are just.... it's like dealing with a couple of hormonal kids."
"Well, Mere kind of still IS a kid," Baily pointed out. "Bray, too, for that matter. Eighteen isn't exactly grown up." And Baily was totally like...twenty. Like she was SO much more grown up.
"Ok, true. Fuckin' ruin my shit, why don't you?" Chelle snarked, before throwing a fucking PLASTIC BOWL at Kenny's head. "YO! KEN! You'd totally fuck Baily, right?" She asked, LOUDLY, while pointing at the girl.
And that did an amazing thing and made Baily blush slightly. "I told you: getting laid isn't the problem, I promise." She could get herself laid on her own, thank you very much.
Kenny, for his part, just... nodded, before blushing furiously and trying to look VERY busy. Which caused Rachelle to cackle. LOUDLY. "I love this shit. Seriously."
"You are SUCH a goofball, you know that?" Baily pointed out to Chelle. "Good lord? Is this what you do every night here? Torment Kenny and throw bowls at him?"
"Nah." Chelle laughed, "Sometimes I throw shot glasses at him. And once and a while? A lit match." Oh my GOD she was serious.
Baily arched an eyebrow at her for a moment before looking at Kenny. "I'm so sorry you have a lunatic for a boss," she said to him with mostly a straight face.
"It's ok, ma'am..." Kenny said shyly, which was kind of hilarious, considering he was almost literally covered in tattoos and piercings. Chelle grinned and shook her head. "You gotta remember, babe... most of the guys in here don't even get to see women on a daily basis unless it's one of the sideline reporters on ESPN."
"Who are apparently more feminine than either of us," Baily joked, looking up at the screen and seeing one of those. "Seriously, do girls who look like that watch sports and NOT get paid for it in some way? She's way too girly looking for this to be believable to me."
"Who cares?" Chelle replied, shrugging. "They serve a wonderful purpose. That being giving us some wonderful jiggling between plays."
Baily seemed to think on that for a second. "Hmm...good point," she said with a nod. She could certainly get behind the idea of giving people more to look at.
"Like, if you bounced up and down a few times? Likely ever guy in here would be fucking HYPNOTIZED." She laughed, shrugging in that way that showed, well... she knew this from experience.
Baily snorted. "Yeah, well, hypnotizing is fun and all, but I'd like a person who can actually do some damn talking from time to time as well," she admitted. "And that doesn't wish I was someone else. That would be awesome."
"Aw, babe..." Chelle sighed, just... able to tell at this point what Baily needed, even if SHE didn't know it. "You know what? Come with me. We're gonna help you here. Just.... do you trust me?"
Baily nodded. "Sure, I trust you. What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"Just... come with me and promise you'll do what I tell you." And for once? As she stood and started to lead Baily toward her little office in the back, Rachelle's tone did NOT hint that she meant anything sexual or funny.
"Sure," she said, getting up with Rachelle and following her to the back. Amazingly, she really had no idea what Chelle had in mind.
Once they got back there, Chelle sat on the blue and red Red Sox sofa she had in the office, and patted the seat RIGHT next to her. "C'mon.... have a seat..."
"Now you're starting to worry me," Baily said, sitting down next to her. "What's going on?"
Chelle just... wrapped an arm around Baily's shoulders and pulled her in, hugging her. "I know your type. You're like me. You hate to let this shit out. But you know what? It'll hurt a LOT less once you just have a good cry, admit how bad it hurts, how it makes you FEEL, and then press on. So let it out. Seriously. Not a single soul will know we had this conversation."
Baily did hug her back. "I'm just...I'm PISSED that apparently I wasn't good enough for him, even though I did EVERYTHING in my power to be there for him. I broke up with someone for him, I loved him..." she trailed off for a moment.
Chelle just held the girl, and nodded. "It's ok... just let it ALL out. No judgments, nothing. You need to let this all out of you, honey..." Whoever thought RACHELLE was capable of this? Maybe in the future... she really WAS a good mother?
"I'm not sure what else I CAN let out. I wasn't good enough. As a matter of fact, I was so BAD for him that the universe had to create another version of his goddamn wife to make him better." Baily sighed. "What else can I say about this?"
"You weren't bad for ANYONE, Baily. Look, I may not know Pat too well... but I know him enough to know that NOBODY is as good as her in his eyes." She raised an eyebrow. "He's tried. God knows he had that fine-ass bitch Iris, he had GWEN AND SKYLAR AT THE SAME TIME... I think he did his best to love you. But he's fucking retarded for her. And not just like... a little retarded, like Rain Man, we're talking barely functional, drool-into-your-own-lunch, 25-and-still-in-second-grade retarded." Wow. There we have it, folks. Maybe the most offensive thing Rachelle has ever said.
"It's not even that I don't know that," Baily said. "OK, everything but the last part you said, anyway. It's just kind of hard accepting that, I guess." Actually, it sucked donkey balls.
"Trust me when I say you're a DAMNED awesome woman, Baily. If I *was* single? You're honestly one of only three other people I've met that I'd actually want to DATE. I mean sure, there's tons of people I'd fuck, but not many I'd DATE."
Baily nodded. "That actually does make me feel a little bit better," she admitted. It was definitely frustrating for her to be stuck in a perpetual first gear of relationships right now.
"All kidding aside... I'm gonna try to help you find someone who deserves you. Because say what you will to the contrary, but you NEED love. And don't fuckin' bullshit me and say you don't." Ah well... she meant well, kids. Really.
"Wasn't even going to try and bullshit you at this point," Baily admitted. Her life was pretty damn depressing at this point when she couldn't even put up the effort to argue.
"I love ya, babe. You know that, right? You're family now." Chelle leaned over and sweetly smooched Baily on the forehead, hugging her again.
Baily hugged her back. "Yeah, I love you, too," she said. Hopefully at some point she could find someone that loved her unlike family loved each other, huh?