Baily Bale (baily_bale) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-03-30 19:32:00 |
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Trading Girls, Derek?
Who: Baily and Derek
Where: Avarice, then the park
When: Last Thursday Night
Baily was helping close up Avarice for the night. Usually, she was gone before closing time, but tonight she had hung around. It wasn't like she had a blazing active social life that she had to get back to when she was done with work. A few customers were still hanging around, though. They weren't due to actually close the club for another fifteen minutes or so. Right now she was wiping down the bar, since the bartender for the night had already went home for some reason or another.
Derek knew Baily was working tonight, and, as he'd still been trying to think of a way to call her without struggling for conversation and sounding like a moron, he figured he'd stop in, see if she wanted to do anything after closing. Slipping in before the bouncers started ushering people out, he strode over to the bar, all grins and slightly mussed hair. "Hey good-lookin'..."
Baily looked up from the counter she was wiping to look at Derek face to face. "Hey," she said with a half-grin on her face. Wasn't he just lucky that her attitude toward humans had changed since coming to LA? "Coming in a little late to hear any music. What's up?"
Well, luckily, he had no idea that mere months earlier she'd have been more likely to maim him than speak to him. "Not to sound corny, but I was just thinking about you, and thought I'd stop by... see what you were doing tonight."
She'd laugh at him if he weren't so cute. Cuteness can cover a lot of corniness. "Right now, doing some closing duties that our lovely bartender for the night seemed to have slipped out on." It wasn't CJ or Nevada, but someone new that they had hired that didn't have enough sense to not piss anyone off in this club.
"...want some help?" He asked with a casual shrug, looking around. "Get you out of here a little faster, so I can take you out?"
"Sure," she said, tossing a rag his way. "I've already sprayed the entire bar down, all you've got to do is wipe down that half of it." She pointed to the other half of the bar that she hadn't gotten to yet.
He couldn't quite place what it was... but he knew that somehow, he had an almost animal attraction to her. He was attracted to Buffy (a lot, actually), but Baily was somehow different. It was as if something in her very essence drew him to her, even when he was trying to think of something or someone else. He quickly started wiping down the bar, feeling grateful for the experience he had cleaning down the bar in his uncle's basement.
Quickly enough, the two of them had finished off the bar. "Well, I've already sent the glasses back to the dishwasher, so I'm done here for the night." She looked over at him. "You mentioned something about wanting to take me out?"
"I did, didn't I?" He asked, giving her that crooked grin of his. "So what would you like to do? Granted we're a little limited at this hour, but plenty of diners and a few clubs are still open..."
"I'm more in the mood for a diner," Baily told him. "I've been in a club the entire night." She was tempted to tease him about whether his blond 'friend' would mind him taking her out, but decided to hold that back, for now at least.
He offered his arm in a rather gentlemanly manner and grinned. "Well then... shall we?"
After a second, she took his arm. "Sure, let's get out of here." If Ben saw this, she'd never hear the end of it.
He led her out, and as they walked over to his bike, he grinned and handed her a helmet. "Hope you don't mind motorcycles..."
"Not a problem, actually," she said, slipping the helmet over her head.
"Feel free to hang on as tightly as you like." He said with a flirty tone as he started to rev up the engine.
"I'll keep that in mind," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.
A few minutes later, they were at Joe's Diner, which, while a bit of a grease pit, was Derek's favorite little diner. They were cheap, good, and friendly. He held the door open for Baily, a grin on his face. "After you."
"Thanks," she said, slipping the helmet off of her head and handing it back to him. She walked inside of the diner. She had been here a time or two herself, after a long night at the club.
"Order anything you like." He said, being a typical guy for a moment as he let her walk ahead so he could sneak a glance at her behind.
Baily snagged a booth in the corner of the diner. After looking over the menu for a moment, she told the waitress when she came up, "I'll have your triple decker breakfast with sausage, bacon, ham, and three eggs, scrambled, and grits, not hash browns."
The meal itself went by rather quickly, much to Derek's chagrin. They barely had time to really talk, when the check was being brought over. "So... would it be out of line to ask you if you wanna go somewhere and just talk for a while?"
She stared at him for a second before saying, "Sure. Sounds decent enough. Got somewhere to go?"
"Well, I'd say my place, but while my parents are cool, I think even they'd freak out if I brought someone over at 2 in the morning. Wanna just drive out to the park? We could just sit under a tree and talk for a little while?" He couldn't take his eyes off of her... she was beautiful.
She'd offer her place, since she had a tiny apartment to herself, but wasn't sure if that was OK for now. "The park sounds great," she said to him. "Lead the way."
After the short drive to the park, he parked the bike, and with a surprisingly graceful move, swung around on the seat to face her. "You know... I really wasn't trying to be cute. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
"Really?" Now that was a bit curious. "So, what is it that you think about when you think of me so much?"
Derek was never one to sugar-coat things. "Your voice... your body.... kissing you... things like that."
Well, gotta like a guy who says what he's really thinking, yeah? "Gotta bring it up, but what about the girl you were with at the club? You looked pretty close." She certainly didn't want to get involved with a guy who had the attention span of a gnat when it came to girls.
"Like I said... we're nothing exclusive. We're not even actually dating." He shrugged, laying it all out on the line. "I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a cheater. Me and Buffy are friends, we flirt a lot, and one night at Avarice, we made out a little. But she's not my girlfriend."
"Good, because I wouldn't want to be involved in fucking up someone's relationship," Baily said bluntly. "No offense or anything like that."
"None taken." He leaned toward her then, kissing her lightly on the lips, just for a moment, before pulling away with a sly smile. "No offense there, either."
Baily just smiled at him. "None taken," she said.
"God, you smell amazing." He said, smiling at her, his face still mere inches from hers. "And seriously... you have the sexiest smile I've ever seen."
[21:41] lena7623: Of course, if she was going to get involved with this guy, and she was still a bit iffy if that was going to happen, then she probably should tell him a little about herself, and not about the DJing part. "Thanks," she said simply. She could always tell him later.
He let a hand rest on her thigh, just to see how she'd react. He figured it would go a bit toward finding out where this evening was headed. "I actually find it kind of hard to believe you're not already spoken for..."
"A lot of guys are put off by bluntness," Baily told him. "Besides, I have standards, and most of the guys that come into the club don't usually meet them."
"But I do?" He asked, a confident smile tugging at his lips.
Well, he met enough of them. "You're certainly doing a lot better than 99% of the male population of LA," she told him, smiling back at him.
"Now see... that's what I call a compliment." He said, laughing a little. "I saw you talking to some big tattooed guy a few nights ago, and was hoping he wasn't someone who was gonna kick my ass for talking to you."
"Nah," Baily said with a laugh. "He only kicks the asses of the guys that I don't like. You, I definitely like."
"See, this is what I like to hear." He sighed, finally sitting back a little, giving a little space between them. "So tell me about yourself."
Not the question she was ready to answer. "Well, what all would you like to know?"
"Anything, really. I just know nothing about you, other than your name." He laughed, "Ok, and your family."
"Well, you walk into Avarice and you'll meet about half of them on the spot," Baily said with a laugh. "I'm from a little town in Minnesota, my parents still live there. Ben needed a few extra hands to help out with the family business, so I offered to come out and help. I've been DJing, mostly for parties, for a few years before coming out here."
"Damn... and to think: other than the minimal amount of schoolwork, all I do is mostly sit around and work on my bike." He laughed, marveling at how ambitious she seemed to be.
It wasn't so much that she was ambitious: she just knew what she wanted to do, and tended to only do just that. "Hey, working on a bike is a viable way to spend your time."
"It will be eventually. I figure when I graduate I'll try to be a mechanic, maybe try to have my own shop or something." He shrugged, figuring on probably never really leaving LA.
"See? I think that mechanics are hot, by the way," Baily said to him with a grin. Might as well at least have some fun, right?
"Well... I am good with tools..." He retorted with a grin.
"I can be pretty handy myself," she replied.
"Ok, now? You're just being a tease. And it's very mean." He said, laughing a little.
"Never said I was a tease," Baily told him. "I'm good at delivering on my promises."
"Dammit... and here we are in a public place." He said, teasingly, but with an obviously frustrated tone to his voice.
"Well, I *do* have an apartment to myself, you know," Baily told him, smiling at him.
"....lead the way." He said, trying not to let his eagerness show.