Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-03-26 17:33:00 |
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Making Plans
Who: Blake and Rachelle
Where: The End Zone
When: Saturday, March 26th
Blake had been meaning to visit Chelle at The End Zone for a while now, but only had the time for it NOW. The school year was coming to a close... and luckily Max knew how to run the store now, so she felt safe to go home for a few days. She made her way into The End Zone, dressed in snug-fitting jeans and a t-shirt that had the Joker on it that she MIGHT have borrowed from Gwen's collection (It had Gwen's scent on it, okay? STFU). "Who the FUCK put on Nascar? Do I have to shank a bitch?"
"BEE!" Rachelle yelled happily as she ran from the back room in a Sox jersey and matching sweatpants, hugging Blake tightly. "Don't worry, the Sox game is on this channel in like ten minutes. ONLY reason it's on. Can't believe you got your face outta Morrison's groin long enough to come visit! KENNNNNYYYYY! Get m'girl here whatever she wants!"
Blake snorted and rolled her eyes, "Yeah, well. Guess who's gonna have LOTS of fun having phone sex later, hm? Oh. That reminds me. Lend me Neely's cellphone when you get the chance." The. Evil. BITCH. "Beer please, Kenny. I'm in a HAPPY mood TO-DAY." She gave Chelle a big ole' bear-hug as soon as she was close enough.
Yeah. Blake barely had the SENTENCE out before Chelle was handing her a cell phone. "Lucky I accidentally grabbed HERS on the way out this morning, hm?" Note she didn't even care about the beer. Kenny mumbled something about 'ending up in jail, I know it' before smiling to Blake and setting a beer in front of her.
"Luckily," Blake agreed with a cheeky little grin, quickly texting Gwen with a 'I miss u, baby' before stuffing the phone into her pocket. "Don't worry, Kenny. It's Chelle's ass more than it is yours." She winked at the guy and lead Chelle over to a table near the back, sipping her drink as she sat down. "How's my favorite mom doing, anyway?"
"I'm alright... Miss the hell outta YOU though. And stop staring, Kenny. This one is TAKEN." To which the thin bartender muttered something about 'figures' and scurried away. "I'm gettin' all semi-famous now. LOVE IT!"
"Of COURSE you would," Blake laughed, rolling her eyes as she took a much larger gulp of her beer. "Believe it or not, you taught me everything you know. I'd consider joining a band myself if I didn't have a hot fiancee to satisfy three or four times on a slow day." Oh yes. There was no doubting that they were related, was there? "Got any groupies yet—oh wait, that Faith chick, right? Gwen told me about her. Apparently she's HOT STUFF."
"You don't even KNOW." Rachelle said with a grin. "Wanna see something funny? Watch this." Oh no. Chelle grabbed a napkin and... Oh dear. She lit a match, set it to the napkin, then threw it at Kenny. "FIRE! KENNY! PUT IT OUT!" To which the bartender shrieked and swatted at the thing until it went out.
"God, that kid'll have a nervous breakdown soon. Just you WAIT." Blake giggled, taking another swig of her beer. "He's sweet though. Oh, also. I'm thinking about giving Gwen a surprise man!cock, but... it's SO hard to find a decent looking guy for that in Vegas." Good GOD. "You know. Like a one-off thing before we get married, or something? Speaking of which, you HAVE to help me find a wedding dress this weekend." Hm. SOMEONE was a little hyper, wasn't she?
"Really? Damn. Lucky girl..." Hey, Chelle WAS bi, you know! "Any idea who the totally lucky bastard could be? And we can TOTALLY go dress shopping. Bee? I'm... really honored you'd ask me. I mean, I know Neely and Bastian would probably be better..."
"Not a clue. It'd have to be a guy that I'd trust and not want to murder after, if I'm being honest," she admitted. "That, and obviously, Gwen'd have to find him to be a hottie too." She took another swig of her beer. "Look. I love Neely and Bastian, but you and I will ALWAYS have more in common, so it makes total sense that I'd ask you."
"Motherfucker, you're gonna make me cry here." Chelle said with a snort, trying to play it off like she wasnt perilously CLOSE to tears. "Just to let you know... call it an early wedding gift to my daughter, just a way of saying 'I love you'... anything you want... but I got us tickets to go to Pittsburgh in October for a Steelers/Ravens game. Gonna be just me and you."
"STEELERS NATION, BABY," Blake called out, actually hopping out of her seat and doing a little dance. Poor Kenny look afraid that she might hit him or something, to which she laughed at. "We're gonna FUCK SHIT UP," Blake added. Yep, they were related. "THANK YOU."
"Anything for my little girl" Chelle said, which was funny considering she was what... 7 years older, tops? "Is this place the shit or WHAT? Your grandpa almost cried the first time he walked in here. A hot redhead brought him chicken wings while he watched SportsCenter on a huge-ass TV. Poor schlub thought he died and went to heaven."
"God, don't get me STARTED on redheads." Blake cackled. "Did I tell you that Gwen and I have a Sin Den at the comic store?" Blake asked with a mischevious grin. Yep. She was Chelle's daughter, alright. "But, yeah. You and me have to get PLASTERED tonight, then you're gonna help me go shopping in the morning. I'm starting to think that the wedding should come sooner... then the honeymoon will come sooner, y'know?" She grinned.
"Very true. And the honeymoon? Is the BEST part. Trust me. And of COURSE we're gonna get plastered. You're a goddamn werewolf, you can handle it." Thank GOD Kenny seemed to know about the supernatural, because Chelle didn't even try to censor herself around him.
Blake's lip wibbled at the mention of the honeymoon, sweetly enough. "Don't get me wrong, sex ANYTIME with Gwen is TEH AWESOME. But God if I don't wanna get her alone and be loud, y'know?" Well, at least they didn't have trouble censoring themselves around EACH OTHER, eh?
"I gotta get up to Vegas again soon, see this store of yours. You know I'm up for anyplace that sells Star Wars shit." Oh dear, Chelle was BEAMING now. "OH! And guess what? I got my best drinkin' buddy back! So, yeah. I'm ecstatic. Last night I gave free beer and nachos to everyone in the bar."
"DAMN, I missed out?" Blake grinned, giving Chelle a nudge. "That's good, though, dude," yep, only Blake would call her mom 'dude'. "I gotta meet this chick."
"God almighty. Me, you, and Maddie together? Shit would BURN." Sadly, she probably wasnt wrong there. Can you even imagine it?
Blake couldn't help it but laugh loudly to that. "Well, we'll get together before the wedding. For now? Let's have a few drinks and hang before we have to do the serious shopping for wedding dress shit."
"Definitely. Kenny? Keep 'em coming. Me an' my girl are gonna get gooood and tight tonight." Chelle said happily, draping an arm over Blake's shoulders. Right now? For Rachelle? Life was GOOD.