Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-09-30 15:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake morrison, guest: rachelle martin |
Sharin' News and Asking for Help
Who: Blake and Rachelle
Where: Phonelines
When: Wednesday, September 29th
x-posted
Ever since her very extensive romp with Gwen at their new comic store a few weeks back, Blake had been thinking seriously about something and decided it was time to stop fucking around and DO something about it. So, logically, she called her mother's and said the first thing that came to mind: "You. Me. Yankee stadium. Lots of gasoline. You game?"
Rachelle cracked up when she picked up the phone, giving an exaggerated sigh. "I hope you mean for a cookout. Because your Aunt Skylar already told me if I get arrested again she's leaving my pretty little ass there. And I suspect Neely will concur."
"Ppft, the cops'd have to catch us first. Or we could hold Derek Jeter for ransom. Can't say I won't break his arm in the struggle, though." Oh dear god, make her stop. "How's my favorite Alt!Mom doin', anyway?" Funnily enough, she said this to both of them, even though she had more in common with Rachelle.
"Not too shabby. Kinda miss your bratty self. Bastian's far too respectful of Neely to be nearly as fun as you." Aww. "How's Sin City? You and Morrison got any warrants yet?"
"Respectful, yeah. But like The Hulk, you wouldn't like her when she's angry. Seriously." Blake warned, since she'd seen more than a few temper tantrums in her day. "And we've been good. Apart from plotting to have sex on Wes' bed and potentially videotaping it, but you know how that goes. I heard a lot of shit's been going down over there. Nothing too bad, right?"
"Nah. End of the world shit. Nothing too bad." Oh god. Was Chelle really getting THIS jaded now? "I figure if the end was REALLY nigh, The Sox would be heading to the World Series. So nothing to worry about. So not that I ain't thrilled to hear from you, but what's going on?"
Blake giggled, but agreed wholeheartedly there. As for the other thing, well... "I know that you're like, the least feminine person on the planet, next to me, but I actually need help with something and you were the... well, the ONLY person that I wanted to talk to this about. I mean, I love Bastian, but she doesn't have the same sensibilities that we do."
Chelle raised a brow and suddenly her tone grew more serious. "You ok baby? You need me there? I can be on the road in 20 minutes."
"I'm okay! I'm okay. I'm just nervous and.... Gah. I need help looking for an engagement ring," Blake blurted out. "So... there's that."
"WaitwaitWHAT?" Chelle blurted out with, well, a LOUD laugh. "Get. The. FUCK. Outta here. You're like, still in high school! And she's... she's..." Chelle sighed and just bit her tongue. Blake was FAR too much like herself to listen to actual reason here. Not much else to do but be happy, right? "...what can I do to help, baby?"
"I know, I know," Blake replied quickly to the first part. It was actually part of the reason why she wanted to wait, but... again, she'd been thinking about it. At length. "I'm not saying we get married next WEEK or anything. It would definitely be after I graduate. Over the summer, y'know? I just... I'm not *bad* with jewelry. If memory serves, you completely suck with it." Oh, that was a good selling point. "BUT. You and Gwen sorta like the same things, and I'd reeeeally like help picking the ring. Pleasepleaseplease."
"I know how much you love her, honey... Are you 100% sure she feels exactly the same about you?" She kept going before Blake's temper could let her get angry. "NOT saying anything bad about Gwen. You're my sortakindasomehow daughter. So no matter WHO we were talking about I'd be saying this. But if you're totally sure she's as devoted to you... It'd be my honor to help your slutty ass." Oh. Lovely.
"I am," Blake said with utter conviction in her voice. "She and I kinda talked about it last week. Briefly. I actually let it slip that I planned to marry her someday. If you'd seen her face, Rachelle, you wouldn't have asked me that." Well now, that was a mature response, wasn't it? "I said that when the timing's right... but it occurred to me that the time we have together is precious... and god damn it, I sound like a Hallmark card."
Oh jeez. Chelle actually had tears in her eyes there. Hearing Blake sound so mature, so... heartbreakingly in love. Only one way to deal with this, hm? "...you were totally up to your nose in snatch when you 'let that slip', weren't you." Classy, Rachelle. Really.
"No," Blake laughed. "That came BEFORE the sex. Although we WERE talking about soundproofing a room in the comic book shop before that." Oh my, was that a first ever: 'Blake for the win?' I think it was.
"Touche, my dear. God, like there's any fuckin' doubt who raised you. You're just fuckin' CLASSY." Chelle said with a snort. "Ok. So. To do this shit. You comin' to me or am I comin' to you? And can I tell Neely about this yet?"
"You're comin' to me. Just... tell Neely some bullshit about missing me and wanting to catch a game? You and Wesley are the only two people I want to know about this, okay? I just... want it to be a surprise and if more'n a few people are secretive from her, she'll pick up on it. Unless I distract her with sex, but I'm not a machine!" It's cute how flustered she is. Really...
"Fine. But when you tell her, you BETTER explain that you made me PROMISE not to tell her." Uh-oh. Inappropriate comment incoming? Yep. You could almost FEEL it coming. "Because if she gets pissed I aint gonna get to visit Neely's All-You-Can-Eat Buffet for a lonnnnnng time. And if you fuck up my sex life I swear I'll break the neck of my bass off in your ass."
Blake blinked at that for a few seconds, before laughing. LOUDLY. "Okay, okay. I promise. I admit, I think she'll be pissy, but that's mostly because we didn't let her in on it. I'll send you both a gift voucher for a Sex Toy Emporium in apology if it comes to that. ...God, bad mental image. Erase! Erase!"
"Yeeaaah. I'll take 'Things You Don't Talk To Your Kids About' for $400..." Chelle cackled, shaking her head. "Ok. Lemme make up an excuse to give Neely, and I'll be out there in the next few days."
"Thanks, mom." She hardly ever called her 'real' mother that, so clearly, this meant the world to her. "And remember: discretion is key. Think you can handle that?"
"Dude. PLEASE. This is me. I'll just make sure I'm topless when I tell Neely where I'm going." Oh god. "Even if I slip up it won't matter. I could tell Neely she had two days to live and it wouldn't register as long as my tits were in view."
"God... thanks for the tip, Obi-Wan. I'll have to remember that the next time I tell Gwen something massive." Actually, proposing to Gwen while topless might be the way to go... The wheels were turning again. "Do you want me to warn nana that you're coming to visit, or d'you want it to be a surprise?"
"Warn her. Christ, I haven't even MET her yet. But Tom said she's smoking hot, so... Yeah. This could be awkward." She snickered and leaned against the wall. "Tom fuckin' RULES, by the way."
"He wasn't lying, but as her daughter I have to say that Neely's still the most beautiful woman in the world to me. Y'know. In a NON-sexual way. And Tom's pretty epic. We should get together while you're over. Shoot the shit," Blake replied. Since she and Rachelle were so close in age... and the same level of maturity as Tom, was it any wonder that they'd get along?
"Shit... I think Neely's home. I hear keys jingling and a familiar voice bitching about god-knows-what." Chelle gave a smirk at the door and then practically purred. "I'm gonna go do things to her that make you and Morrison look like AMATEURS. Then I'll be on my way."
Blake literally face-palmed then and muttered 'repressing, repressing', but nodded against the handset: "Sweet. Thanks, Rachelle. For everything. I'll... I'll see you soon." And she just had to add: "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"Easy enough. Ain't nothin' you wouldn't do." Oh, did Chelle grin when she said that. "See you soon, Bee. Love you." Aww.
"Love you, too. Next time we'll work on NOT traumatizing me with the visuals, huh?" Blake giggled, before disconnecting. Well, that was ONE thing taken care of. Now? Now to talk to Wesley...