Erin's Test Journal (ehazcharacters) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-06-21 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | kevin van warren, place: la, ~irene turner |
A Chance Meeting
Who: Introducing Irene Turner (aka Lady Godiva) and Kevin Van Warren
When: Sunday evening
Where: Eden
Dressed in a combination of yellow vinyl leggings under a red cotton mini and black pumps, Irene Turner also wore a tight plain white t-shirt and her platinum blond hair with the tips dyed black were braided into seemingly millions of braids and pulled up through a yellow snow cap and left to fall around her face. She was solo tonight without her band mates and hanging out at the bar enjoying the tunes while occasionally sipping on a rum and coke.
For one of the first times since arriving in LA, Kevin Van Warren had managed to go off on his own. His sisters had missed him so much that almost the whole week had been Family Time. And admittedly.. he loved it. Plus, Avarice, while a cool place, wasn't really his kind of scene. This place, Eden? With it's gothy decor, and more dark clientele, was more up his alley. Tonight, he wore black leather pants, with a skintight, long-sleeved black vinyl shirt, black leather boots with more zippers than boot, black eyeliner, and black polish on his fingernails. He sat at the bar, nursing a cold glass of Coke.
Noticing the boy at the bar, Irene slid off her stool and took a seat next to him, eyeing his clothes. Her British accent was obvious as she declared, "Nice threads, love."
Kevin turned his head to the woman, intending on making some kind of witty reply, which of course went right out the window when he SAW her. DAMN. "I... um.. heh. Thanks... same to you, really."
Irene smiled, "Aw, thank you, love. That's sweet of you." She stirred the swizzle stick around in her glass, her smile touched with a hint of amusement, "First time here? I don't think I've seen you around." Lifting her glass, the bassist took a sip.
Dan: "Yeah, just got here a few days ago." In spite of his look and his height (he stood close to 6'2"), Kevin's voice held a gentle, sweet nature. "I heard a few people talking about this place, figured I'd check it out."
"Oh, really?" Irene asked innocently, "And what sort of people told you about Eden?"
"Some girl, actually. I was with my sister at Avarice, and I was talking to a girl and mentioned that normally I dig goth clubs a little more, and she told me about this place." He laughed, blushing a little. "Now I'm really glad she did."
"Well, I have to say that I'm glad your friend told you, too." Lifting the swizzle stick, Irene chewed on it a bit, scrutinizing the boy a moment before finally asked, "So, what might be your name, darling?"
"Kevin. Kevin Van Warren." He offered a hand to her, his smile bright and friendly. He realized that while he was fairly well known in San Fran, not many people outside of that city had really heard of him.
Ruby lips curved into a smile and she took his hand, firmly shaking it as she replied, "Lady Godiva," Blue eyes looked back at him, just waiting for his reaction. She usually got some good ones when she introduced herself.
"Not to split hairs, but the REAL Lady Godiva spent most of her time nude." He smirked, chuckling just a bit. "Just saying, I won't mind if you want to go for some real authenticity here."
Irene threw her head back a bit in a laugh and then shrugged, "Well, the night is young..."
"So what exactly should I call you, other than mind-numbingly gorgeous?" He wasn't even flirting, really. He was just saying exactly what was on his mind.
Irene's cheeks turned just a tad pink at the compliment. Kevin obviously wasn't a groupie or even fan since he didn't seem to know the implications of her name. She was used to such compliments from the fans and groupies, but it was entirely pleasant surprise coming from someone who didn't know who she was. Gnawing on the swizzle stick, Irene replied, "Lady G will suffice."
"Then Lady G it is." He'd been having similar thoughts to hers, to be honest. "I have to say... it's nice to have someone looking like you come and talk to me just because they want to, and not because they saw me perform. I think I like the anonymity that LA brings."
The bassist's gorgeous blue eyes lit up at the mention of performing, "Are you in band or something?"
"Was. And, I guess, will be again." He laughed, wondering why he always got so tongue-tied around sexy women. "Back in San Fran, I was in a band called Van Warren, with my two sisters. We had a pretty big following out there, mostly because Chloe and Lucy are pretty much freakishly talented. Each one was already amazing by ten or eleven. We never went anywhere because we didn't want to expose Lucy to too much too young. She's a littttttle older now, so we might try again out here."
"And what do you play?" Irene inquired.
"Me? Other than a tiny bit of keyboard, I can't play ANYTHING. I just sing." He said it like it was no big deal, like it made him the untalented one.
"Oh, really?" She chewed on the swizzle stick a bit more, "Perhaps you could sing for me sometime." She was a sucker for any guy that could sing.
"I think I'd be honored, actually." He looked around again, as if looking for someone. Then he finally made it known. "...are you seriously here alone? Not trying to sound weird... I just find it hard to believe a girl like you isn't here with someone."
For a moment, Irene followed his gaze, curious as to what he was wondering about until he finally said something. "Ah, yes..." The witch nodded, "Yes, I'm alone this evening. Usually I'm with my band mates, but they all had other plans this evening." Irene rolled her eyes, "Oh, love, once you get a thousand offers from fans and groupies, they just sort of turn you off to the whole idea of dating." Irene took a sip of her rum and coke, "I mean, you often wonder, are they dating me because of what I do, or who I am?"
"You're in a band as well?" He asked, tilting his head slightly in interest.
"Oh, yes." She gestured with the swizzle stick around the club, "We play here." Irene smiled, "I'm the bassist."
"Wow... very cool." And, he then moved on to commenting on her dating commentary. "And for the record, if any one of them wasn't interested in you for your looks over your band status... they're idiots."
She jutted the stick at him, "Right you are, love!" Irene chuckled and took another sip of her drink.
"Hell... just by sitting here with me, you're probably making my stock rise like I couldn't have imagined." He smiled, his black-lined eyes looking into hers briefly.
Irene held his gaze a little longer and then she suddenly blurted out, "Would you like to have dessert? I know this place down the street that makes a splendid Flan."
"Are... are you asking me out?" He asked with a flattered chuckle, his cheeks blushing a little again.
"Do you have something against an attractive woman asking an equally attractive male out for dessert?" Irene asked with arched brow.
"No, not at all!" He blurted out, standing and offering his arm. "I think I'd be honored to do anything with you, actually."
Irene asked the bartender on staff to add her drink to her tab and took Kevin's arm, "My, my...a gentleman. Perhaps Chivalry isn't dead after all."
A bit later, the two walked through the entrance to a small, independently-owned bakery, that, much to Kevin's amazement, was open all night. "Wow... never saw this before. A bakery that's open all night, and closed in the afternoon. Los Angeles really does have everything." He didn't bother acknowledging the few weird looks that their attire brought forth from the customers.
It was true, although the strange looks were from non-regulars. A couple off in the corner waved to Irene and she waved back. Just as Kevin and Irene reached the diner-like counter, a rather large man emerged from the kitchen and was about to bellow until he saw Kevin sitting beside her, "Ire--G!" The burly man spread his arms wide to envelop her in a bear hug, "You haven't been here in a month, where have you been?" Not waiting for answer, he glanced to Kevin and asked, "And who's the boy?"
Kevin quirked an eyebrow there, wondering if he was about to get an ass-beating.
Irene cleared her throat, a little embarrassed at the boisterous display, "Um, this is Kevin, sir. He's someone I met down at Eden." Sir? Clearly, this big dude was someone of respect in Irene's eye. She hardly ever called anyone "sir" or "ma'am." The bassist smiled, "He's a friend." Irene added and the big guy jutted a hand out, introducing himself, "Ah, well, a friend of G's is a friend of mine. Nice to meet you Kevin, I'm Michael."
Kevin breathed a sigh of relief and extended his hand, shaking that of the older gentleman. "Likewise, sir. I just met... G... tonight. She's... a very interesting young woman."
"That she is," Michael slid his gaze to Irene's, amusement in his gaze. Irene cleared her throat and fidgeted a second before saying, "So, I was telling Kevin here that he needs to try one of your Flans, Michael. Will you make us one, pleeease?" She begged cutely. Irene did almost anything for one of Micheal's delicious desserts.
Kevin, meanwhile, felt ready to beg HER for almost anything. He could barely take his eyes off of her for more than a few moments. "You know.. you are completely, totally, flawless."
Irene flushed a little at the compliment, but replied, "Ah, well...that comes with practice, darling. And lots and lots of make-up."
"Nonsense." He brushed that comment off. "I've been sitting here honestly trying to figure out what made me so special that I'M the guy you came up to tonight."
The oddly dressed woman smirked and then looked at all the zippers, pointing out a finger from her folded hands, "The zippers and the leather. I just cannot resist a guy dressed in zippers and leather." Irene then laughed a moment, "Sorry, love, I couldn't resist." The witch then shrugged, "I've got a nose for things and you seemed like a good bloke. And besides... zippers and leather." Irene winked just as Michael returned with the flan and two spoons.
He laughed again, unable to meet her gaze as he said the next words. "I try to be a gentleman... but I won't lie... looking like that? Makes it DAMNED hard."
She playfully swatted his shoulder and handed him one of the spoons before tucking in herself. Irene was soon in custard heaven, sharing her compliments to Michael for another excellently made flan.
He had to admit, while not much of a desserts guy, this was heaven on a plate. After giving his compliments to Michael (and again silently thanking him for not killing him ont he spot), he looked back to her, letting his gaze linger for a few seconds. "I can't get over how comfortable I feel with you. Feels like I've known you for ages already."
Irene sighed, satisfied with the dessert and admitted, "Ah, that. It's my aura...I just ooze laid back and calm." A smirk twitched on her lips as they finished off the last of the flan, pushing the plate away. Michael came up to take it and gestured to Kevin with it, "He's a keeper, girl." At this, Irene turned beet red and stammered, "Y-yes, sir."
"Would you be offended if I asked you if you wanted to go back to my place with me? I'm not asking for the reason you think. It's just... late. And I figured we can talk there as long as you like. My sisters live there, but it's a freaking HUGE house. We'll never even see them."
Surprise lit on her face mixed with a little wariness. Let's face it, what guy DIDN'T want a little action from a hot piece of ass? But, Kevin did say he tried real hard to be a gentleman and the fact that he mentioned just talking endeared him to Irene even more. Despite her sometimes aloof and laid back manner, she had her "girly" moment just like the rest of the female population. A smile curved her ruby lips, "Alright."