Talia Portman (talia_portman) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2019-03-25 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | rachelle martin-bale (rockinrachelle), ~talia portman (talia_portman) |
Captain of Industry
Who: Talia and Rachelle
Where: The End Zone, Freedomtown
When: Early March
What: Catching up
Rating: Mild, for language
Since she'd been in town for a few weeks now, Talia decided that it was about time to drop in on one of her favorite people. She'd known Rachelle since she was barely into her teens and frankly idolized the woman (although who could say why - batshit crazy as Rachelle was), and so, she made her way into The End Zone dressed in heels, loose-fitting black dress-pants and a white camisole with her long blonde hair flowing freely over her shoulders. She glanced around the bar, a faint smile on her lips. It was almost like being home. Almost.
Rachelle (as usual) was chilling like she was in her home, just laying back on the bar not giving a damn if anyone was trying to use the space. Wearing denim shorts over a pair of Celtics leggings, and an old Larry Bird jersey, the woman was once again bossing people around like she owned them. "Hey! You! Yeah, you with the fucking Warriors jersey! You're a goddamn Skrull, like you even know who Stephan Curry IS. Lose the jersey, shithead, or be kicked out for poor taste in teams."
Ah, Rachelle. Please never change, Talia thought. She didn't announce herself, just lithely made her way over to a stool that was roughly beside Rachelle's midsection and took a seat. "You know," she purred, poking at Rachelle's stomach, "if it weren't for the wonderful scenery, I'm not sure that this place would be as busy as it is," she pointed out with a wry smirk.
"Yeah, probably." Rachelle replied with a loud laugh. "Guys will put up with any abuse as long as they think you'll show some tit once you're drunk." The wit and wisdom of Rachelle Martin-Bale, everyone! She rolled onto her side, grinning as she looked at the girl. She'd grown so much just in the few years they'd been friends. "You know, sometimes I forget you ain't a kid anymore. Then I see the hot piece of ass you've turned into and kinda go stupid."
"Well, thanks for the compliment," Talia replied with a wide smile. She wasn't always so good at taking compliments - in fact, for the longest time she actually hated them. It was through meeting Brayden that she'd learned to accept them for what they were. "Congrats on the new digs." She poked her again. That's what Rachelle got for laying on the bar like that! "How's the family settling in?"
Curling into the fetal position, Rachelle made herself roll up to a sitting position, dangling her legs from the bar. "Good. Really good, actually. Morgan's starting to loosen up a bit, Neely's taking to the place like Demi Lovato to rehab, and Skankzilla's happy as a clam because the Munchkin's here and never far away." She grabbed a bottle of beer from behind the bar and slid it over to Talia. "How about you? Captain Horndog was a fucking MESS without you."
Talia accepted the bottle, knocked off the cap and took a sip. She was more of a wine drinker, but she also wasn't as choose-y as she used to be. "He's... well, let's just say that this is the first time he's let me out of his sight since I got here." She could understand Brayden's fear and indulged him for as long as she could - but ultimately he also understood that she wasn't a fan of being overcrowded. She needed space too.
Talia pointedly looked around the bar. "I see that you made yourself at home pretty quickly."
"Face it, kiddo: I'm too fuckin' nuts to panic too badly over this." She admitted, shrugging as she grabbed a bottle of her own. "As long as my ladies are here? I'm good to go."
"I never thought that you'd be so easy to please," Talia teased, poking her tongue out. Still, it was nice to see The End Zone; to see Rachelle especially. She could do without a lot of things back home, but she still needed some kind of moral support to keep her grounded.
"You know what? I've been through so much shit by this point... just having my nearest and dearest alive and well and with me is good enough." She actually took a rare serious turn for a moment, smiling slightly at Talia. "Honestly? I don't even miss being rich or famous. Like, at all. I'm perfectly happy working here, fucking my hot wives, and making new friends."
"And pissing off customers, don't forget that." Still, despite how Rachelle was acting when Talia first entered the bar, she could see that the woman had grown emotionally, as well. "Well, I hope you don't mind if I drop by sometimes."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Rachelle asked with a loud bark of a laugh."I love you, girl! I'd have you in here every day if I could." It was odd how, as broken and fractured as Rachelle was, being in this reality had somehow healed some parts of her that previously never seemed fixable. "So what're you gonna do for work here?"
"You know, I'm still thinking about that." Talia wrinkled her nose. She wasn't just going to lay around and do nothing. She wasn't the type. "It feels like a lot of things I do back home are already covered." There was more than one school for the gifted, more than one superhero group. "But... Captain of Industry has a nice ring to it." She smiled slyly. She was never one to aim low.
Rachelle just stared at her for a moment, as though Talia were overlooking the most obvious thing in the universe. "You.... DO realize that you're smart enough to probably take over this whole place if you wanted to, right? I mean... not like a dictator or anything, but like... in a "I pretty much created and own everything here" kind of way."
"Could you imagine me as an evil dictator?" Talia asked with an amused lilt. She rolled her eyes back and thought on it for a few seconds, then clicked her tongue. "Sadly, I don't think it'd work. I'm just too nice." A pause. "Although a harem in the future wouldn't be out of the question." Although she came across as prim and proper sometimes, Talia still came out with a few choice gems sometimes.
She sipped some of her beer, trying and failing to hide her cheeky grin before adding more seriously: "You know I've never been one for the spotlight."
"You know... if I were a single woman? I'd sign the fuck up for that harem, you sexy thang." Chelle laughed, giving the girl an exaggerated wink. "Still... I think you could really do a lot of good in... well.... WHATEVER world you're in. You have too much goddamn potential to end up working in a fucking coffee shop or book store."
"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Talia pointed out. She looked at Rachelle for a moment and decided then that no matter what happened, everything would be alright. She wouldn't accept anything else. She nudged at Rachelle's legs playfully. "Let's find somewhere more comfortable to sit and you can tell me what all you've been up to."
"Sure, we can do that..." Rachelle told her, hopping off the bar and patting a nearby patron on the shoulder. "Sorry if the bar smells like my ass, dude." She looked back to Talia. "Honestly though... can't say I've been up to a lot. Mostly working here, fuckin' my wives, and hanging out with my sugar daddy."
Talia followed behind Rachelle (she might have checked her ass out as she did, but shh). "Ah. Tony Stark. I'd heard about that." Well, not so much heard as discovered for herself quickly enough. She was very good at gathering and retaining information. "I'm not sure who's a worse influence on who."
"I'm worse. Don't ever let him convince you otherwise." Well??? She WAS the one who opened her bar in the middle of a zombie infestation just because the Red Sox were in the World Series... "So, you done anything yet besides ride Brayden like a wild bull?"
Talia smirked. "Admittedly that has been taking up a lot of my time." Especially with how clingy Brayden had been when she first arrived. "But at the moment it's more... working on amassing my wealth, deciding were to put my energies. There's only so many hours in the day."
"You realize your hero's like... totally real here, right?" Rachelle mentioned, that damnable eyebrow going up. "Maybe she could help, since you're both smoking hot geniuses."
"You think that I can stop staring at her for more than five minutes?" Talia asked with what amounted to a 'bitch, please' look. If she had it in mind she'd probably try to seduce Barbara before anything else. "But no. There are some things in life that I take pleasure in doing myself."
"She's totally cool, too. Came in here a few weeks ago with Black Fucking Canary, had a few drinks, was super sweet, and left a tip bigger than the one on John Holmes' dick." Ah, Rachelle. Never, ever change, darling.
Talia laughed. Rachelle always had a colorful way with words. "I'll probably call her and make friends, but... she'd probably be uncomfortable with the leering after a while." To her credit, Talia was actually much more subtle than that. While Brayden had a bull in a china shop approach, Talia was more of a seductress. She enjoyed the chase.
"If at any point she even hints that Canary swings both ways? Holler." Chelle grinned, as Dinah Lance had always been HER big comic book crush. "FUCK I'm glad you're here, kid. I'm not good with this shit, but.... I missed you."
"If she even hints that Canary swings both ways I might have a coronary," Talia replied, eyes wide. Talia wasn't good at expressing emotions sometimes, but she was still growing. She pulled Rachelle into a hug. "I've missed you too, beautiful lady."