Bo knows you spell succubus with a u. (succubos) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-12 12:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | bo dennis, callisto |
Who: Bo and Callisto
When: First week in October
Where: Always, the bar
What: Chatting while Bo’s tending bar
Rating/Warning: R / language
Status: Complete!
Callisto sat at the bar, slumped over her drink as she nursed it. The past week had been awful. It was mostly a blur, but with moments of distinct clarity. Moments of fierce all-consuming rage and moments of paralysing terror. She didn’t know what to make of it. Living here was just crazy.
Bo wandered down the bar to where Callisto was sitting, and poured her an ice water to follow her drink. She set the glass down next to the woman’s current glass, and raised an eyebrow. “You all right, Sugar?”
Looking up, Callisto gave a little laugh at the name. “Rough week, darlin’, rough week,” she sighed, picking up her glass to finish it. “Ever have one of those weeks where you’re not quite sure what happened?” she asked her. “Thanks,” she handed the empty glass to her.
“Just about every week,” Bo said, leaning against the bar. “Sure. What happened? Was it the craziness in the area?” She added, knowing that this kind of stuff was pretty normal for Orange County, even though she wasn’t used to it yet.
Callisto heaved a sigh. “It seems from other sources that I…somehow got split into two people last week,” Callisto frowned. “It’s really weird, I remember...a jumble of things...crying, hurting people, watching really bad movies with Portia, more hurting people…” she shrugged.
“Oh man.” Bo said, shaking her head. “That’s awful. … two sets of memories? That’s amazing.” Terrifying, weird, shocking… “I’m sorry?” She said. “Thankfully the last week’s craziness hopped right over me.”
“You’re one of the lucky ones then,” Callisto remarked glibly. “It’s just so fucked up, y’know. Not even got a clue where to start with figuring out how I feel about it all,” she shrugged at Bo. “Mostly I swing between fucking and fighting,” she winked at the woman.
Bo gave a soft chuckle. “Nothing wrong with that.” She said, grinning at the wink and the woman it belonged to. “Can I get you another drink? On the house.” Maybe alcohol would help her sort out how she was feeling about it all.
"Sure, why not?" Callisto shrugged. "A little is good so more must be better," she reasoned with a wry smile. "I suppose I should just get over it, I mean it's not like I killed anyone...I don't think..."
“Hey, don’t do that to yourself. There was a duplicate you out there, but it wasn’t you.” Bo couldn’t believe she was having this conversation. One of the weirder things that’d happened to her this week.
"I suppose," Callisto agreed, picking up a couple of peanuts from the bowl on the bar and pushing them about in the palm of her hand. "How about you, sweetheart? What weird shit's been happening to you lately?" she joked darkly, popping a few peanuts in her mouth.
“Nah, it all passed me by.” All the unusual, alien shit, anyway. Bo had her own problems, but they had nothing to do with the craziness of Orange County. They were all qoute-unquote NORMAL problems. (Who has a boyfriend undercover in the FBI? Seriously?) “My life is boring by comparison.”
"I hardly believe that," Callisto arched her eyebrow at the woman. "Come on, turnabout's fair play," she teased as she took a sip of the beer in front of her.
“Well…” Bo gave a little sigh. “All right. There was this guy I was dating. Long time ago. And he just up and disappeared. No Dear John note or anything.” Bo shrugged one shoulder. “He showed up. Here in Orange County.”
“Sounds like a dick,” Callisto replied. She was nothing if not honest. “Did you punch him?” she asked, popping a couple more peanuts in her mouth.
“I really should have.” Bo said, then gave a sigh. “I’d just hate to mess up that absolutely perfect face.” She was still so damn smitten over him. It was disgusting. And it hurt.
"...do you want me to punch you?" Callisto asked after watching her for a few seconds. "The guy sounds like a douche despite his supposedly angelic appearance," she told her, playing with some peanuts in the palm of her hand.
“Yeah. Yeah, he is.” Bo said, frowning. She tossed the bar towel over her shoulder and frowned down at the bowl of peanuts. “...Maybe I need it. Maybe I need a good sock in the head. Or a sock somewhere else,” she said, leaning against the bar and sighing.
"Well, I offered, just sayin'," Callisto told her with a cheeky little shrug. "So why's he so wonderful then? Apart from looking like Brad Pitt? Go on, break my heart," she teased.
“It was the most romantic, intimate, sexual, wonderful, amazing time I ever had. We were inseparable. He … God, I don’t know.” Bo said, and shook her head. “He made me fall in love with him, then he disappeared.”
"Oh my god," Callisto looked shocked. "You are whipped girl! What happened to you?" she asked, poking her in the stomach playfully.
“Hey, it happened a long time ago.” Bo said, almost defensively. But she knew it was true. Her face went a little pink. “I’m over it. The fucker broke my heart, all right? So I have to be over it.”
“Easy now, I only speak the truth,” Callisto defended. She didn’t like all this pansying around the subject and not saying what you think. “Never said you had to be over it, just that you acknowledge that he’s not worth the ground you walk on,” she shrugged, popped a few more peanuts in her mouth and took a sip from her beer.
“Trying my best.” Bo said, giving a one shouldered shrug. She turned to glance at the clock, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “...and that’s the end of my shift. You’re gonna be all right?”
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Callisto shrugged in reply. "I'm a survivor, its what I do," she told her. "What about you? Didn't I piss you off too much did I?"
“Nah, not really.” Bo teased, giving her a grin. “Gonna go make use of my gym membership. Swim. Blow off some steam.” She was collecting her things from behind the bar. “But I’ll see you soon, won’t I? Promise me you’ll use my number.”
“You know it, sweetcheeks,” Callisto smirked and winked at her. “Anytime,” she ran her eyes lustily down the other woman’s body, popping some more peanuts in her mouth with a little laugh.
Bo returned the wink, then laughed, and headed out.