Trying Out Something New Who: Ben and Delilah Where: Avarice When: Wednesday Night
Saturday night at Avarice. Possibly Ben's favorite thing in the entire world: loud music, tons of customers, and more hot women than one could easily count. Leaning against the bar, he listened to whatever the bartender was bitching about, as he kept his gaze on the various women coming and going. His lean form was garbed in faded blue jeans, and a black blazer over a ribbed white t-shirt.
Delilah decided that tonight was a good night to get out on her own and maybe meet some new people. Jeremy was the one who had told her about this club, and, from how it looked once she had gotten inside, it looked like a decent place. She certainly couldn't knock the tunes that were blaring from the speakers. She walked up to the bar and ordered herself a beer.
Hello. New hotness, six o'clock. Ben's 'hot-bitch-radar', as he called it, was kicking into overdrive, because he grinned and turned the moment Delilah approached the bar, as if he knew she was coming. "Well. Hello there, dear..."
Delilah looked over at him and smiled. "Hello," she said, taking a sip of her beer.
"Benjamin Bale, at your service. This is my place, so... allow me to offer you a drink. Anything you want, on the house." He grinned, like a kid about to get into the cookies.
She recognized that grin when she saw it. It was going to take a lot more than buying her a drink or two to get what he wanted, though. "It's a nice place you've got here, Benjamin," she said to him.
"Yeah, I'm pretty proud of it myself, actually..." He said with a smug smile. "Got a name, or should I just call you gorgeous?"
"Delilah Zamora, actually," she said to him. "Is business good in LA?" She would figure that there would be a lot of competition, though.
"Well... there's a lot of different clubs, but I like to think we cater to people that actually have... you know... TASTE." He smiled again, not at ALL cocky or arrogant, no sir.
"Oh, so sure of yourself, aren't you?" she asked with a slight grin. "So, you're the only club that caters to people with taste then? Not a terrible plan in LA, but most residents do not have much in the way of taste."
"Well, so far I'm doing just dandy." He looked out again, this time looking for Meredith, who, alas, he didn't see at the moment. "So. New around here, hm?"
"Still a bit fresh, it seems," Delilah said. "I moved here due to work." She was never sure what to say to anyone around here in LA, though. It seemed that everyone knew about the supernatural, but she didn't want to accidentally tell the one person who didn't.
"Just that I tend to have a photographic memory when it comes to beautiful women, and I KNOW I've never seen you before..." How Meredith found this crap cute most people would never understand.
Delilah resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "No, I've never been here before, but a couple of friends of mine have."
"Good to see word gets around." He had to say it. Didn't want to... but had to. "Gotta say, you look a little... classy for a place like this. We usually get more of the wild crowd in here."
"Well, I was wilder in my college days, but the love of metal stuck through the fashion change," Delilah told him.
"Well. Gotta say I'm sorry I wasn't there for the wilder days then." He said with a small wink. "So what brings you to this... fine establishment tonight?"
"Felt the need to get out, meet some new people. I've only made a few friends since coming from England, and three of them happen to be an eighteen year-old girls, so I thought I needed to know some more people closer to my own age."
"Oh, how the mind races at what that statement could mean..." He laughed, picturing all the wonderful things this woman could be doing with 18 year old girls. "Regardless.. glad to have you here. Always love welcoming new customers."
She chuckled at that. "Nothing nearly as seamy or interesting, I have to tell you." She looked around the club. "I might have to break out some of my old clothes before coming here again. I do look a bit out of place."
"And if any of those old clothes are a little tight on you now? All the better for those of us who will be seeing you." He said, waggling his eyebrows cutely.
Delilah couldn't resist a small eye roll at that. "I'll keep that in mind."
He saw the eye roll and laughed, patting his heart playfully. "What can I say? I have a weakness for a beautiful English accent."
"Well, my clothes still fit, but I believe they were made to be tight," she pointed out to him. "Everyone loves the accent, though."
"If you're being honest, you HAVE to know it's gorgeous." He shrugged. "Nothing wrong with knowing you're hot and admitting it. I do it all the time."
She laughed. "I imagine that you do." He WAS attractive, after all. Just not exactly her type, not anymore, at least.
"So... what's a lady like you do for fun in this big, exciting city, hm?" Ben asked, giving her an attentive gaze.
"Well, it's been mostly work lately," Delilah admitted. "This kind of was my way of trying to have fun," she said to him. "Why? What do you recommend?"
"Well... what I recommend generally consists of going into my office with me and not resurfacing for at least an hour or two." He was nothing if not blunt.
She laughed. "Guess I'm old fashioned when I don't go all the way on a first date," she said with a smile. Probably would lose his interest quick after that, though. Still, she was going to tell the truth there.
"Hm. Part of the way is a nice start..." He jabbed back, a slim eyebrow arching cynically.
She laughed again. Someone doesn't give up. She gave a glance to her watch, just out of curiosity, and saw what time it was. Damn, she was supposed to meet Sin soon. "Damnit, I've got to get going, actually. Play your cards right though and we might see about part of the way."
"Well. Talk about having something to look forward to." He couldn't wait to tell Mere about this one. "It was a pleasure, Delilah..."
"Pleasure to meet you as well, Ben," Delilah said to him, finishing off her beer and standing up.