|Quinn Hanson (sister_hanson) wrote in btvsal,|
@ 2011-03-30 13:29:00
|Entry tags:||kate darling, quinn hanson, rachelle martin-bale|
Well, At the Very LEAST, They're Amusing
Who: Chelle and Quinn, with a guest appearance by Kate Darling
When: Monday, March 28th
It had been a while since Quinn had gone out, but since she had tomorrow off she figured why not. She'd been in Avarice for close to an hour now and was standing over at the bar, chatting it up with Kate while she had a beer. She was dressed in combat boots, tight jeans (rolled up a little at the ankles) and a plain black t-shirt, her short dark hair styled as if she'd just gotten out of bed. The best part? She'd had 3 or 4 drinks by this point and it looked like she was just getting STARTED. For such a little thing, she could really hold her liquor.
"Kaaaaaate..." Rachelle came skipping in then, looking, well... a little too mischevious for words. She was wearing tight light-blue jeans, a white Red Sox jersey with blue Sox cap, and her hair in pigtails. "So... I guess Kayla's not here. Which, sadly for you, means YOU now have to deal with my epic attitude. Beer me, bitch!"
"Lovely!" Kate replied, before moving to do just that, getting Quinn another beer as well, since she seemed to be heading on empty. Any other patron would have gotten a scalding for being so demanding, but luckily Kate was used to Rachelle by now, hm?
Quinn couldn't help it but grin then and looked over to Chelle, her jaw literally DROPPING. "Holy SHIT, you're Rachelle Martin-Bale." Uh ho. Did Chelle just stumble on a fan?
"Lovely? That's all I get? Christ, Kate... you're hot and all, but you're no Kayla. Sigh." Then she turned and gave her snarkiest grin at Quinn. "Last time I checked? Yup. Still me. And you are?"
Kate liked to think that she was more mature than Kayla, but she wasn't about to say that one out loud as she set the drinks down on the bar in front of the girls with a wink before moving off to serve someone else. "Quinn... Hanson. I manage the Gamehaven a couple blocks from here." Not that she needed to know that, DUMBASS.
Ah, Rachelle. The first thing SHE heard there? Gamehaven. "NO... FUCKING... WAY." Chelle gawked the way most people did when, well... meeting HER. "God, you've got the best job EVER."
Quinn had to laugh at that. "Yeah, I like to think so. It's fun bitching at customers. I just have to be careful. I know one of 'em's gonna Hulk out on me one day," she joked.
"If so, hopefully they Hulk HOGAN out on you. Because it'd be awesome if they're like, puffin' their cheeks out, yelling 'WHATCHA GONNA DOOOOOO, BRUTHER???' and, yeah. I swear I was going somewhere with that. So what's up, Short Round? You a fan or something?" Good lord, Chelle... just... wow.
"Okay, that's the best short joke I've heard," Quinn admitted, "And I've heard a LOT of short jokes, thanksabunch." She took a mouthful of her beer, just trying not to be a giggly fangirl. "And yeah, I'm a fan. Suicide Messiah annnnnd Coma White I'm just ridiculously retarded for."
"Yeah, I like Coma White myself. Mostly because that Paige Bennett is a fuckin' HOTTIE. Yeah, sometimes I'm shallow and lame." Chelle said with a dramatic sigh.
Quinn laughed. "Yeah, well. I'd just like to take a bite out of Ginnifer Calloway, so we've got something in common there." And yes, she was being serious.
"See... I kind of view her as a rival." Chelle tried to look as serious as possible there. "See, in our circles? She and I have the most epic tits around. So... she's like Skeletor to my He-Man. Just... Skeletor with huge jugs."
Oh dear. Quinn actually dared to take a mouthful of her beer then. BIG MISTAKE. She literally did a spit-take, covering the bar in beer. "Oh, GOD. IT'S UP MY NOSE."
"Thank God I chose not to go with the Mer-Man reference and say something about smelling like fish." She grinned comically at Quinn there, crossing her arms under her breasts. "So, Short Round... what do you do for fun? Besides work at my second favorite store?"
Kate came around and mopped the beer up quickly, laughing at how apologetic Quinn seemed about it. The petite brunette wiped the beer from her face with a blush and rolled her eyes thoughtfully. "Honestly, not much. Playing games, going to gigs... getting traumatized by my sexually active baby sister. The usual. How 'bout you? And what's this about Gamehaven being your SECOND favorite store, huh?"
"Ahhh... see, in my fam? I got to do the traumatizing. I got allll brothers. Meaning I get to constantly tell them stories about sex with my hot wife and watch them squirm." Sadly? Rachelle DID this. Often.
"Oh, and... Shooting Star Comics has a whole section of Star Wars shit. Meaning? I probably get more excited there than in a porno store."
"I don't blame you," Quinn laughed. "You would not BELIEVE how many times I get asked when a new Star Wars game comes out, too. That and FUCKING MADDEN." Yes, one mun was poking fun at the other. Shh.
"Yeeeaaaaah. If you look? I already have the new Madden reserved at your place." Chelle blushed, actually looking at the ground there.
"Hey, at LEAST you know when it's coming out! You have No IDEA of the BARRAGE of stupid questions I get," Quinn fumed. Hm, is it possible that Quinn's in the wrong line of work? Anyone? Anyone?
"Very true. Of course, I also own a sports bar, which means I tend to get loud and drunk while watching sports. Almost nightly." She chugged her beer down then, before loudly thunking her empty glass down onto the bar.
Kate just set another beer down in front of her and took the empty glass. "I shouldn't find that as hot as I do, should I?" Quinn asked with a tiny smirk.
"Oh, dear." Chelle snickered and shook her head. "Trust me. If I were single? I'd already be trying to drag you home. BUT! I'm lucky enough that my wife allows me my personal groupie AND possibly sex with my best friend. So... me? I ain't about to push my fuckin' luck."
"I am suddenly a BIG fan of your wife," Quinn admitted with an awed expression. "I mean, obviously not for the lack of sex part, but the fact that she's just so OPEN about it is kind of awesome. I need a girlfriend like that. Or boyfriend. Find me one. Go, go!" She ... was MOSTLY joking.
"If I knew some single peeps? I totally would. My drummer is totally gorgeous, BUT she's dating my most favoritest bartender here, so... ixnay on that one..." Sweetly? Chelle was TRYING to think of someone. Hey, Quinn seemed like a catch, ok?
Quinn had to laugh at that. "No worries, dude. Right now I'm happy with video games and beer. My last boyfriend went all gay on me... LITERALLY. So I'm in no hurry."
"Wow. THAT has got to suck." Chelle smirked, before shrugging. "Ok, literally, in his case. Still." She snickered, unable to not take that one.
Quinn laughed "I'll admit to being pissed at first, but in retrospect – it's pretty funny." She finished her beer and set it down on the bar, flagging down Kate for another one. "Anyway. You should come to the store sometime. It'd be nice to have someone to bitch about customers with."
"Please. When it comes to bitching? You all are fucking AMATEURS compared to me. Ask Kate here. She'll tell you: all it takes is a few drops of alcohol and I take bitching to an EPIC level." Chelle laughed, in an almost challenging way.
Kate just nodded seriously as she set a beer down in front of Quinn. "She's not exaggerating."
"Wow, well." Quinn's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "In that case, I'll have to take lessons from you, or something. Bone up on my bitching levels."
"Seriously. At my bar? It's a daily thing: I get annoyed, start bitching, get mad, do something ridiculous to my head bartender to get my aggression out, lather, rinse, repeat." Oh, and how the girl wasnt kidding. Poor Kenny would likely need therapy before all was said and done.
"Okay, so I can't decided whether that'd be hilarious or just plain ridiculously hot," Quinn admitted. It was probably a combination of the two, come to think of it.
"Seriously, drop by this week. I'll be there almost every evening, I'll get you a few free drinks, maybe some wings or fries if you want." Ah. This was honestly how Rachelle made friends. Over beer and chicken wings. Sigh.
"You're gonna make an alcoholic out of me YET," Quinn grinned. Hell, what person DIDN'T like beer and chicken wings?