BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Grant & Bronte, OT the Bale family and their dates
When: Backdated to Valentine's Day
Where: Holy Trinity Church's reception hall. Yes, Bronte and Grant are actually doing things small and intimate. PERISH THE THOUGHT.

Who: Grant & Bronte, OT the Bale family and their dates
When: Backdated to Valentine's Day
Where: Holy Trinity Church

Who: Bronte and Skylar, then Ben
Where: Ben and Skylar's Estate
When: Sunday Early Afternoon - August 22

With Grant having to remain behind due to his work, Bronte, bringing Brenna along, drove the distance from Las Vegas to Los Angeles. Hopefully her fiance' would be able to join them in the next day or so, though the blond wasn't counting on that 100%. After much insistence, which equaled Brenna almost pleading with her mother, Bronte agreed to drop the teen off at the garage of David Cromwell. Since she had come to this time and space Brenna had yet to meet her "uncle". Something she planned on rectifying on this trip to L.A.

Pulling up along the curve of the drive that arced in front of the expansive home of her brother, Bronte killed the engine and climbed out of the vehicle. Leaving the luggage sitting in the car the blond walked to the front door to ring the bell. Hopefully her unexpected arrival wouldn't be unwelcome.

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Who: Bronte and Grant
Where: Their Hotel Suite
When: Late Morning - Sunday, June 13

Brenna had escaped the suite her parents had reserved for the weekend of the wedding. The teen had cousins that were also within the city for the same event, and what better way to see a city then with people her own age. After the girl had left Bronte ordered up room service for herself and Grant before she went to take a quick shower.

"Bronte?" Grant called out to her while she was rushing for her shower. He'd had a great time, but... sometimes? He liked to calm down and just be himself. Leave the goofiness and humor elsewhere. "Just wanted to tell you...with all due respect to the bride? You were the most beautiful thing THERE today. Kinda made me fall in love with you ALL over again."

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Who: Grant, Bronte, and Brenna
Where: Bronte's beach house
When: Backdated to June 4th

Who: Ben & Skylar, OT anyone at the wedding/reception, also open to multiple threads
Where: New Orleans
When: Immediately after the wedding


After the ceremony was over, and they had taken about eight fucking hundred pictures(!), they were finally ready to make their grand entrance into the reception hall. "I better get something to eat," Skylar muttered. She had heard from her mother that the bride rarely got to eat at her own wedding. "This pregnant woman will stomp someone's ass if they drag me away from my plate of food for another picture."

"Shush, baby..." Ben snickered and raised that eyebrow again. "You'll get to eat. Even if we have to have David knock people out to get you to the food." He smirked though... as one of HIS ideas began... it was time to walk in. After Brandie and the groomsmen and bridesmaids walked in.... "#1" by Nelly started to play. Because really... for what a cocky shit Ben was? FITTING. "I think that means us..."

Skylar just rolled her eyes when the song started to play. "Nelly? Really?" she asked. "Alright, let's head out." Hell, she'd gotten a normal song during the wedding. She was happy.

Who: Skylar, Kronos, Bella, and Brandie (Open to anyone wanting to post their goodbye scenes as well. Leave them in comments.)
Where: Outside Avarice
When: May, 2019

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Who: Brandie and Brenda, with appearances by Bronte and Skylar
Where: Bella's Apartment
When: May 14, 2019

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Who: Brenna, Bronte and Grant
Where: Kellerman House
When: May 14, 2019


Brenna stalked into the living room of her parents home to through herself down with an audible huff into an overstuffed chair near the fireplace. Being called into a family meeting was nothing new to the teen as whenever something of importance or planning came up a family meeting, normally called a "campfire" by her father, was called so the entire family could discuss or debate things. The only difference this time from meetings past was that Brenna knew what the topic of the hour was. She had previously voiced her opinion about the whole matter, but her opinion seemed to fall on deaf ears as her folks seemed to override any option she offered. Now with an official "campfire" being called Brenna felt there was little she could say that would sway her parents way of thinking, but that didn't mean the teen planned on giving in without a major fight. When she got something into her head Brenna was like a dog with a bone that they refuse to relinquish to anyone.

Grant found himself briefly cursing the fact that his daughter was as bullheaded as her mother. He also found himself cursing the fact that they'd allowed the girl to somehow find out what was going on before they could officially talk to her about it. Basically? He was cursing. A lot. When Brenna came walking in, rather than his usual, 'awshucks sweet' greeting he'd usually give her, like "grab a seat by the fire" or something equally cheesy, he just looked at her with a steely gaze. "We're gonna talk about this... but you're going, and we will NOT debate this."

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Who: Bethany, OT Bronte
Where: Bronte's Beach House
When: Saturday night


Most sixteen year old girls would be spending a beautiful, warm Saturday night out with their friends. Clubbing it. Shopping. SOMETHING.

But most girls weren't Bethany Bale. Everything about her was atypical. She was a Slayer. She was the ONE member of her family that WASN'T a werewolf. Add to those the more normal social crutches of being horrifyingly shy, very introverted, and too emotionally mature to want to enjoy things most girls her age would, and you had a girl that wasn't exactly drowning in friends and places to be.

Still, she was a happy girl, despite all that had happened to her. Even though her own parents were so ashamed of her that they lied and told people their daughter was dead, she was the type to take lemons and make lemonade. She had two 'foster mothers' now, for lack of better terms. She had her Watcher, Isabella. She was an occasionally cold and tough woman, but one who seemed to genuinely care for Bethany and her well-being. And then she had her cousin Bronte, who was more or less her role model. Bronte was.. well... almsot exactly like Isabella in a lot of ways. A tough, driven woman who was occasionally emotionally cold. Luckily, Bethany seemed to be the ONE person Bronte never put that front on around.

So she spent her saturday night just redecorating her room at Bronte's place (and how was it that now she could stay with Bronte AND with Isabella, basically giving her two bedrooms and two houses?) with a few posters and such. She had just put one of her favorite band, The Lazarus Project, next to her bed, and now was putting up a promo pinup she'd gotten from Ben of one of the label's newer artists, Meeghan Gregory. The little redhead LOVED the woman's voice, and had been listening to the demo she'd jacked from her cousins almost constantly. She was, as usual, so quiet that someone who didn't know her might suspect she was a mute.

Who: Bronte and Neely
Where: Las Vegas - Avarice
When: Tuesday, April 6th

( And Bronte tells her to slow down )

Who: Grant, OT Bronte
Where: Avarice 2.0, Las Vegas
When: Wednesday evening

Well hot DAMN! The first thing Grant thought to himself as he entered Vegas was: "this is like someone took Avarice and turned it into an entire CITY". He'd come to surprise Bronte at the nearly-completed new Avarice, being prepared to open here, of all places. After getting distracted by about three different casinos, he finally managed to make it to the still-unopened club, being let in only after showing his credentials as an employee of Full Moon Records.

Wearing a beige suit, with the collar of the white shirt unbuttons and the tie loosened, he let loose a low, impressed whistle as he walked in, taking a look at the place. It was every bit as impressive as it's 'parent', merely in different ways. Spotting the woman he'd come to see seemingly inspecting something beneath the bar, he smirked and looked down at her kneeling on the floor.

"How sweet! It's like you were expecting me!"

Who: Ben, OT anyone
Where: Avarice
When: Monday, March 8th
What: Much like the hair-metal thread... it's just some goofy fun. To once again quote Chapelle's Show: It's a celebration, bitches... enjoy yourselves.


Benjamin Bale occasionally had some... rather odd ideas for themed nights at Avarice. One of his finer moments had been 80s Hair Metal Night. Well... this one? Had the potential to be as memorable, but possibly for horrific reasons altogether.

Yes, tonight was Bring Your Parents Night at Avarice. Any teen that brought at least one parent to to the club would be entitled to free drinks for the evening. Why this odd choice of themes?

Well. First and foremost, Ben loved people's money. And if he could find a way to bring MORE people into Avarice by showing parents that they COULD hang there without seeming skeevy, and show kids that their parents could hang there and not have to slice their coolness factor in half... bingo. More customers.

Then of course... there was the primary reason for this. The humor. Ben knew that everyone around here had been through a LOT lately, and sometimes, nothing helped more than some laughter, and good memories. And really: other than seeing people reliving the glory days of Poison and Winger (actually, did Winger HAVE glory days?), what could be funnier than watching the kids that normally swagger through the club with Ben-level cockiness looking freaked out and having a wiggins because their parents were there either being the world's funniest cockblocks, or god forbid, getting their OWN groove things going?

Oh, hell yes. This had so much hilarious potential that Ben couldn't resist. Even if it DID put him in the same vicinity as the parents of roughly half of the girls he'd tried to bed in the last year.

Who: Grant, OT Bronte
Where: Bronte's house
When: Friday afternoon

Normally, Grant was a pretty happy-go-lucky guy. He loved his job as Benjamin Bale's advisor, and now had a lovely girlfriend as well. But some days? He wanted to scream. Like today. So what did he do when he was at his wits end?

Obviously... go to see the most calm, levelheaded person he knew. Standing outside Bronte's front door, he smirked and rang the doorbell, waiting to see her.

Who: Skylar and Bronte
Where: Avarice
When: Monday, February 1st, Evening

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Who: Bronte and Brennan
Where: The Cat and Fiddle
When: Evening - Monday, January 18

He wasn't quite sure why, but Brennan had saved talking to Bronte last. Okay, second to last because let's face it, he was a coward when it came to confronting his brother. His invitation was open-ended, having said that if she wanted to see him, he'd be at The Cat & Fiddle Tuesday evening.

Brennan sat at the back of the bar, his back to the wall so he could see who came and went. Although, at the moment it was kind of moot since he was completely absorbed in writing in his journal. Head bent over, all his attention on writing with a Jack and Coke sitting off to the side a bit on the high legged table he sat at.

The lycan was hoping his cousin would show up that evening. After visiting with Neely, Brennan didn't have the heart to involve his sister in his little game of revenge. Perhaps it was the whole, "protect your sister" mentality, but Brennan just couldn't involve her. Bronte, on the other hand, had proven her worth to Brennan six months ago, so it was Brennan's hope that she could help him track down this mated pair from The Coyote's he tracked to L.A.

( You don't have to go it alone )

Who: Grant, OT Bronte and possibly Bethany
Where: Grant's house
When: New Year's Eve (backdated)

This was, to Grant, pretty much made of AWESOME. It was New Year's Eve, and all seemed great. Thanks to a few great deals he'd made with some advertisers, sponsors, and talent for Ben's label, the man was pulling in some major bank right now... add to that the fact that he had his crazy-hot girlfriend at his place for the evening, and seriously, it'd take a LOT of get him off his cloud tonight.

He'd called and ordered some Chinese food for them (and for Bethany, who Grant had told Bronte she could bring along. The girl was sweet, and they got along well enough) as was his usual New Year's Eve tradition, as well as having several types of drinks (and plenty of soda for Bethany) in the kitchen.

"So..." he said, grinning at Bronte with a wink. "Enjoying your stay at Casa de Grant?"

Who: The Bale clan and their SOs
Where: Bronte's Beach House
When: Thursday Afternoon(around 3) - December 24

Like was typical of most men when the holiday came around, Grant was sacked out on the couch in the living room while the women, in this instant Bronte and Bethany, were in the kitchen preparing the Christmas Eve meal. Bethany had been put in charge, or rather had claimed the honor of making mashed potatoes from scratch and batches and batches of cookies to be served as part of the dessert coarse. Bronte already had the traditional Christmas ham in the oven and was busy preparing a broccali casserole for baking. Dinner for the Bale family had been planned for four that afternoon, but the scheduled time had never prevented the invited from showing up early, and Bronte had a feeling that by the time the clock hit the stroke of four the beach house would already have been filled with the Bale family and their significant others.

Who: Bronte and Grant(Open to Continuation)
Where: Grant's Place
When: Sunday Evening - 8 pmish(December 6)

Well...this was it. Grant's big chance. To say he was stressing about this was a vast understatement. But he'd tried. He'd even asked advice from the guy that he knew had more experience wooing women than anyone he knew: Ben. But he felt ready. He'd set everything up and now was just waiting for Bronte to arrive. Pacing back and forth a little in his gray pinstriped suit (sans tie), he tried not to fret.

Bronte pulled the Corvette up alongside the curb in front of Grant's place and killed the engine. Exiting the vehicle, Bronte dressed in a black and gold short dress with black tights and a pair of black low heel shoes, made her way slowly up to the guy's door and knocked to announce her presence. Bronte had no idea just how casual or formal an evening Grant had planned out for them which had been why the blonde had chose to go the somewhat dressy path. She figured she couldn't be over-dressed or under- dressed for the occasion in the dress she had chosen to wear for tonight's date.

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Who: Grant and Bronte
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday evening - December 5

This, to Grant, was the primary pitfall of his job. While Ben paid him FANTASTICALLY to be his financial advisor and part-time talent scout, it also caused him to occasionally be so busy he barely had enough time to eat three meals a day, much less make time to call people. When he finally forced himself to take a much-needed respite, the first thing he did was rush to Avarice, where he knew Bronte would be working. Sure enough, he saw her behind the bar, and walked there trying not to let his frustration show.

"Hey pretty lady... Sorry I've been AWOL the last week or so... I've been trying so far unsuccessfully to stop your baby brother from making a mistake that could end up costing him assloads of money.". Oh, yes. He needed to convince Ben that signing Darlene in ANY way was a bad, bad idea.

"What can I get you?" Bronte asked as if Grant were just another patron who had come in to do a bit of drinking that evening. If he had been expecting Bronte to be all smiles at seeing him after a week of absolutely no contact the guy was in for a little bit of a surprise.

( Give a guy a second chance )