Velma Kelly (jazzkiller) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-30 14:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bella donna boudreaux, velma kelly |
Who: Velma Kelly and Bella Donna Boudreaux
What: Making new friends
Where: Along the beach in Buena Park.
When: 10/28
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 for sex talk
Status: Complete
Belle was glad to live closer to the beach, now. She decided to dedicate her Sunday (after church), to getting a little sunshine. It was too cold to swim, but she was in a tank top and shorts, enjoying the view and the privacy that came with being there in the wrong season for tourists.
She was mostly jogging and gawking, learning her way around the beach. She kept her eye on the sky, rain was always a possibility.
Velma was enjoying the fact that she could move around without nausea, but her feet weren’t swelling yet. She’d decided to walk over to the beach, and was enjoying herself, frankly. Who knew when it’d happen again? Even if it was probably going to rain.
Belle slowed her pace when she saw another woman on the beach. She waved and bounded over. She was really incredibly nosy, but luckily she was friendly enough to make up for it. “Hi!”
Velma blinked, but looking around, she didn’t see anybody else, so why not make nice. “Hi. Can I help you?” She was pretty, and vaguely familiar - maybe she was one of Logan’s team, or on the network.
Belle recognized Velma Kelly as she got closer, but pretended she didn’t. No need to disturb the poor woman too much when she was out on her own. “Oh! No. Just new to the area so I’m out tryin’ t’ be extra friendly.” She gave Velma a winning smile, like she knew they’d be best friends in five minutes.
No harm in that. As long as she wasn’t a fucking paparazzi. “Oh, how long have you been here? My fiancee and I just moved house ourselves.” Velma smiled.
“I’ve been in California about four months, and I just moved to this side of the county this week.” She offered Velma her hand to shake. “I’m Belle Boudreaux. How long have you been here?”
“I’ve been in the OC since February or so, but we were way out in San Juan Capistrano at first, and then we moved to a house we just built in Anaheim about a month.” Velma rubbed her belly instinctively. “I’m a couple months pregnant, and we wanted to try and get it done before I get too damn big.”
“Oh! Congratulations!” Belle gushed. “Who’s the lucky father?”
“My fiance’s name is Logan.” Velma smiled, starting to wonder if this woman really was a paparazzi. “We’ve been together for a while, and he has an adopted daughter who’s been a great help.”
“Awww. Congratulations again.” She smiled brightly. She wondered if it was that Logan, but there was no really good way to find out if the pregnant lady was going to marry some guy she’d slept with once a while ago. “You’ll have a full house.”
“She’s got a dog, on top of that.” Velma smiled. “My family’s kinda well off, I keep expecting to hear from my dad asking me why I live in a hovel in Orange County or something.” Instead of being a prisoner in San Francisco. Yeah, right.
Belle smiled brightly. She wondered if she’d have something like that in her future. She wondered if that was even something she really wanted. “Eh, fathers tend to want what they think is best for their daughters, even if the daughters don’t agree.”
“It’s true. Mine’s an asshole and a drunk, though.” She laughed. “Sorry if that’s blunt, just ... people have heard of him, so why lie.”
“Don’t worry about offendin’ my sensibilities.” Belle said with a laugh. “We all got our baggage, hein?”
“Definitely.” Velma didn’t entirely care that she might have said something that could get back to her father. “My name’s Velma, by the way. Sorry for being an idiot.” She’d never given her name before. “I swear, the kid saps my brain power as well as my energy.”
Belle laughed. “I’ve heard that to be the case. Never experienced it myself.” Miraculously. “You know what sex it is, yet?”
“Not yet, no. Little early. Probably in two or three weeks. I kinda hope it’s a boy, though I think Logan wants a girl. He doesn’t have any sons, just the two daughters, so the Howlett family name’s gonna die with him right now.” Velma chuckled. “He seems to think that’s a good idea.”
Ah, so it was that Logan. That made everything a little funnier. “I’m sure you’ll love it, no matter what.” She said with a grin.
“Damn right.” Velma chuckled. “I was terrified at first, but now I’m actually kind of excited. Not feeling like I’ll fuck it up beyond repair. What about you? I know you said you don’t have any kids, but do you have nieces or nephews? Pets?”
“Not t’ my knowledge. I only got an older brother, so I can’t say no f’r sure.” She shrugged. “My boss’s daughter is about t’ pop, but I doubt I’ll be playing with that baby much.” Which was fine. It wasn’t her job to take care of the tiniest Frost baby.
“Just wondered. It does seem like a lot of us are knocked up lately. Me, a couple of friends, even Emma Frost.” If this woman was from around here, she’d have heard of Emma Frost.
“Oh, I know ‘bout Mrs. Summers.” Belle said with a laugh. “She’s big as a house!”
“Oh, you know her?” Velma decided to be nice; she hadn’t seen any indication that this lady knew who she was or was going to pull her Raging Bitch out of her back pocket. “She knows Logan, so we’ve met a few times.” There, nice and polite.
“I work with her. I’m her father’s personal assistant.” Belle shrugged. She didn’t want to talk about Emma, much. “Her husband’s alright, we worked together for a while a few years ago.”
“Scott and I understand each other. We’ve had some interaction a few times, and he’s got a good head on his shoulders.” That much was true. Scott was a tightass, but he was a smart, practical tightass who didn’t bullshit people. Most of the time. Velma nodded. “So wait, you work for Winston Frost? I’ve heard he’s a tough guy to keep up with.” Her father was acquainted with Winston, if she recalled.
“He’s a challenge, but there’s perks t’ it, too. He treats me real well, and he’s not a bad boss.” She smiled. She genuinely liked Winston. He was a pain in the ass sometimes, but he cared for his people and that made him tolerable.
“Well, that’s good. I feel like a spoiled rich brat saying this, but I’ve never worked for anyone. Just worked for myself.” Velma looked down. “I guess I should be proud that I’ve worked, instead of some of my family members who’ve just lived off my father.”
“Workin’ is an important way t’ define yourself. I wouldn’t know who t’ be if I didn’t have my job, but I’ve been workin’ in one way or another most my life.” She reached toward her pocket for a cigarette and sighed when she didn’t find any. She was usually fine, but sometimes the cravings still reared their heads.
Velma knew that move, and snickered. “How long has it been since you quit? I never smoked, but all three of my brothers did.”
“Hmmm, month ana half? I keep waitin’ for the cravin’s to go away. It’s worst when I do things I always did while smokin’, like talkin’ t’ folks outside or havin’ coffee on the balcony.”
“Makes sense. I know my brother mostly smoked after sex. Which he took great delight in filling me in on.” Velma wrinkled her nose. “But at least after he stopped getting laid, he could quit!”
Belle snickered. “Wantin’ to smoke after sex is the main reason I quit. Nothin’ less romantic than gettin’ up, and bein’ like, ‘that was amazing, you’re the best lay ever, I’m gonna go be outside for twenty minutes, have fun washin’ up.’”
“Yeah, that’s fair. My fiance smokes cigars, but not after sex.” Velma laughed. “I’d smack him.”
“See? It’s rude.” Belle said with a laugh. “But that’s when I wanna smoke the most.”
“Well, I hope you can find a way to still get laid and quit smoking.” Velma chuckled a little. “Otherwise, your boyfriend or girlfriend will probably be kind of pissed.” Best not to assume.
“I’m all kinds of oral fixated right now, don’t think he’s complaining.” Belle said with a laugh. After a moment she realized that was probably too much information. “Desole, you probably don’t care t’ hear about that.”
“S’okay. Nothing I haven’t heard before.” Velma laughed. “I’m knocked up. I keep waiting for the never-letting-him-leave-our-bed part of that all to start.”
“Wouldn’t know, but I hope you enjoy it when it hits.” Belle said cheerfully.
“Me too.” Velma laughed harder. She cracked her neck, looking up at the sky. “I probably shouldn’t keep you any longer; it looks like dark clouds.” Fuck, that better not be a metaphor for anything.
Belle made a face at the sky. “Whelp, that part’s like home at least. It was a pleasure t’ meecha, Miz. Kelly.” Belle smiled and waved, before jogging back toward her car.
“Likewise.” Velma waved, trying to hurry back to her car without tripping or making herself sick.