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Fang likes things salty (wild_luck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-30 10:27:00

What do you really want?
Who: Fang and Belle
What: Discussing Vanille. Some flirting, some growling, some threats
When: A few days ago
Where: Eve
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for language and suggestive situations


It wasn’t that hard to find out where Fang worked. Belle was reassured by what she saw when she stalked watched Vanille and Fang reunite. It warmed her heart to see Vanille so happy, but she had to be sure about some things first.

The bar was amazing. Belle was wearing a short skirt and a tight shirt, and the eyes on her were quite welcome. She loved the attention, the thrill of being wanted. After the week she’d had, she thought about just enjoying her entire night.

But in the end she’d come to the bar for a reason, and that was to observe Fang. After eying the place (and some customers), she wandered up to the bar and leaned on it, smirking faintly. “Can I get some darts and a gin and tonic, please?” She did her best to change her voice from the way it had sounded on the phone. It wasn’t hard, she wasn’t angry anymore.

Fang was laughing with a customer, slinging drinks, flirting, and in general having a good time. It was like she was in her element. She grinned at the sexy blonde, drinking her in with her eyes."Sure thing, sweet thing."

Belle smirked wider, watching Fang move. She was quite beautiful, but Belle wasn’t really here to determine how hot Vanille’s friend was, she wanted to know how good Vanille’s friend was. She waited for her drink, smiling brightly when a very pretty woman with short brown hair took the stool next to her. “I gotta come to this bar more often.”

"Don't think anyone'll complain," she said. "Fact, they might try to encourage that. It's a miracle y'havent been pulled off somewhere by now." By Fang. Even if it was a certain red head she wanted to pull off.

Belle snorted. “I like my girls a little more demure than all that. I like bein’ the aggressive one.” She winked at Fang, sipping her drink. “Like your accent, where you from?”

“Nothin’ wrong with that. Sometimes the adorable ones are the loudest.” Fang grinned, and tried not to think of Vanille being loud. She didn’t need to think like that, not when the other woman had someone. Sort of. Fang had been hurt enough in the past that she just didn’t want to get her hopes up. “Perth, down under.”

“Know a girl like that.” Belle said with a laugh. “She’s somethin’ else. Pretty little redhead gonna make some lucky lady real happy someday.”

Blinking, Fang nearly spilled the drink she was serving Belle. “Redhead, huh? Always had a thing for pink red headed girls. My best friend back home was a redhead.”

Belle tsked. “Don’t waste alcohol, it’s the worst sin I could think of.” She sipped her drink, not caring that glass was a little damp. “Yeah? Funny, girl I’m thinkin’ of is from Perth, too.”

Fang’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Is she now?” She slid the drink over, then the darts. She seemed a little tenser than before. Was this the bitch from the phone?

Belle accepted the darts and turned to go to line for the board. “Not bad, you’re not as suspicious as I expected, but that was still pretty quick.” She threw her first dart and took another drink.

“Usually don’t need to be suspicious,” Fang said, though she was disappointed she’d reacted so obviously. “What do you really want?”

“To talk. See what you’re like as person.” She threw her second dart. “For Vanille to be happy, ultimately. ‘S what it’s all about.” She shrugged. “What do you want?”

“The same thing.” Fang folded her arms, watching Belle throw the darts. The blonde woman seemed...dangerous some how.

“I want her happy, an’ I want to be her friend. She was the center of my world, before the accident.”

“I heard that.” Belle threw another dart. They were pretty well grouped on the center of the board. “She talked about you a lot.” Vanille clearly had a thing for Fang. Belle knew she was jealous, but she also know Fang was ultimately the better person for Vanille. If Fang was the person Vanille thought she was.

“...she did?” Fang blinked, looking touched, and worried, and a little confused. She didn’t know what to make of the whole situation. “Look, I know she’s sweet on you, an’ I’m not goin’ to get in the way of it if she’s happy. What I want don’t matter.”

“You’re right about one thing.” She threw her last dart. “What you want and what I want don’t matter. I’m not a good match for her. I can’t give her what she needs in a lover. But it ain’t for either of us to decide who she’s gonna date, like she’s a prize in a game.” Belle was just going to make sure Fang never thought of hurting Vanille. She went to retrieve her darts.

“She deserves better’n me too,” Fang muttered. Louder, she said, “You look out for her...that matters.”

“Someone’s gotta. She looks out for me too.” She started throwing the darts again. “She’s smart and got a good head on her shoulders.”

“She is. Smart an’ beautiful an’ so...so … she makes the world brighter.” Fang sighed, leaning on the bar and propping her chin up. Vanille would be worth giving up the bachelor lifestyle.

Belle nodded. “I call her Sunshine.” She finished her drink and scooted the glass toward Fang. “Refill, please.”

Fang refilled dutifully. “Suits her. She’s a ray o’that. Sunshine.” She smiled fondly. “She’s...really she’s perfect.”

“No.” Belle said, shaking her head and downing her drink. “She’s human, but that’s what makes her wonderful. She’s the best human.”

“She’s...laughter and happiness. She’s … she’s optimistic and happy. She’s not stupid neither.”

“No, she’s not.” Belle chuckled a little. “So it’s important we let her make her own choice about this, because otherwise she’ll know what we’re doing and be hurt, and because she’s smart enough to make a good choice, and kind enough to make the right one.”

“..how can we let her know that there even is a choice?” Fang asked. She wanted to know what if Vanille made the wrong choice? That wasn’t really fair, though. Fang could just be her friend. She could live with that.

“Same thing we’ve both been doing. Be good to her and wait. If she wants anything, she’ll let us know.” Truthfully Belle was keeping the girl at arm’s length and certain she’d lose her the minute Fang pursued her seriously. “Ask her out on a real date, like a normal person.”

“I haven’t had a real date in five years,” Fang mused. They’d all been hook-ups, and the occasional second-hook up, but the second someone wanted something more, Fang had skedaddled.

“Guess you’re about due, then.” Belle wasn’t sure she’d ever been on a real date. She just couldn’t, really. The government owned her ass and she knew it.

“I’ll ring her up then,” Fang decided. “Wot’s the worse that could happen?”

“Now we get to the part where I threaten to do horrible things to you if you ever hurt her.” Belle threw another dart. “I could go on pretty poetically about the worlds of hurt I’ll visit on you if you make Vanille unhappy, but I kinda like you, so I’ll spare you the gory details. Just know that Vanille means the world to me, and anything that bothers her bothers me, and I don’t like to be bothered.”

Fang snorted. “I could say the same to you, you know. I’ve bloodied up more than one nose for her.”

Belle just laughed. “Lucky for us I don’t have any intention of hurtin’ her.” She threw another dart, then downed her drink again.

“Lucky for us,” Fang echoed, rolling her eyes. She was...jealous. She suspected that Belle and Vanille’s relationship was physical and if filled her with a burning jealousy.

Belle had the good grace not to be smug. She had an idea why Fang was so sullen. “Cheer up, you just found your best friend again.”

“I spose I can look on the bright side.” Fang’s smile was genuinely warm.