Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-10-10 20:50:00 |
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Ring Shopping!
Who: Blake and Rachelle
Where: Shopping District
When: Backdated to Thursday, September 30th
Blake had called Rachelle early that morning, actually putting a rush on her Alt!Mom to get to Vegas as soon as possible so that they could go engagement ring(!) shopping. She had a plan in mind for her proposal, which basically left today and a small portion of tomorrow to find a ring. Eep. Okay. No problem. She could handle that.
She was currently waiting for Rachelle in one of the MANY jewelry stores they'd likely visit today, dressed in combat boots, jeans and a loose-fitting black tank-top, her chocolate brown hair in pigtails. "Goddamn it woman, hurry the fuck up," she muttered to herself. Hmm, think she still looked like a teenager, despite how adult this decision was?
"Yo! What's goin' on, you sexy bitch?" Came the rather booming voice of Rachelle as she came strolling into the store, wearing baggy painters jeans and a big Maple Leafs jersey, hands shoved in her pockets. "Sorry for running late, I got to bullshittin' with Georgina. Damn she's hot. Anyway. Here now!"
"Way to keep me waiting!" Blake whined, actually pouting at Rachelle before giving her a nice slug in the arm. "As for what's goin' on, I'm pretty sure you know!" She laughed, though. She was being purposely bratty. "Thanks for comin' on short notice, by the way."
"No problem, honey." Chelle replied, actually in a sweet tone this time. "So, got anything on the brain yet? Personally, I was thinking maybe a replica of the Steelers' Super Bowl X championship ring. THAT would be hardcore."
"THAT would be hot. It'd also hurt like a motherfucker if you punched someone with it," Blake giggled and let out an almost sad sigh, "Alas, no. I'm thinking my girl needs something a little mooooore FEMENINE. I mean, not OVERLY feminine. But something sleek and beautiful: like her."
"Oh GOD are you retarded for her. Anyway. Fine. Look." She took Blake's hand and quickly placed 300 dollars in it. "It’s not much. But... I went and sold the first bass I ever owned to get it. Because I want to be able to say I at least helped you get your happily-ever-after."
Blake's lower lip jutted out and she couldn't help but let out a whine, before practically leaping into Rachelle's arms to give her an EPIC hug. "Thank you!" And, of course, before she could let it get TOO sappy: "Seriously. Like I *couldn't* be happily-ever-after with THAT ass?"
"God." Rachelle rolled her eyes and then... had to admit, "she IS hot as hell. Girl got an ass that don't QUIT." Then she looked over at the elderly woman behind the counter, who seemed to be glaring at her. "We're probably spending an assload of moolah here, so shut the fuck up."
Blake couldn't help it but laugh then and took her mother's hand, leading her AWAY from the elderly woman. Hey, she knew her mother had a mouth on her – HELL, she did too. But there was a time and place for everything now, wasn't there? She leaned over to peer into one of the cabinets, "Question: You got plans for Neely's birthday?" She tried to sound innocent. Really, she did.
"...aside from plenty of orgasms and a party at Avarice? Not really." Verbal filter for Chelle? Please? Anyone?
Blake cackled. "Awesomesauce. I'll totally come by after school with Gwen. Promise we won't fuck in your bed." She grinned cheekily. "Can't promise we won't fuck in the club, though." Oh dear, she was trying to one up Rachelle here. Was that a very smart idea?
"That's fine..." Chelle replied in that 'not-even-phased' way. "I can't promise WE won't. Hell, I keep meaning to just do Neely right on top of the bar. Skylar said she'd charge people to watch." She smirked then, trying not to laugh. "So... I finally told yer grandpa about you girls. Explained the whole thing. After he got done grumbling about all this "goddamn sci-fi shit", he actually seemed really eager to meet you both."
"Wow..." Blake blinked, her big brown eyes going comically wide at the first part. "That is just a level of epic that I haven't even reached yet. I bow to you." She actually joined her hands together and bowed then. "And that's cool. It's not like you don't know where I live, if you guys ever wanna visit."
"....right. Do you REALLY think it’s a good idea to let that big doous near Georgina?" Chelle smirked, trying not to cackle. "He'd be trying so hard to be all gentlemanly and sweet while also trying not to fuckin' STARE at her... Old man might have a stroke."
"Awr, but he's our gentle giant!" Blake giggled. She actually missed her paps, if only because he gave AWESOME hugs. "Alright, alright. I guess we should get our indoor voices on." She cleared her throat. "This is serious shit right here."
"Yes, yes it is." Rachelle sighed, just hoping and praying that Blake was making the right decision. Hey... Gwen may be a slayer, but if she hurt Blake? Slayer or not, let's see the bitch stop a bullet, hm? "So, see any so far that just... FEEL like something she'd like?"
"Hmm, nothing that has the Playboy insignia on it, unfortunately..." Blake joked weakly. As if sensing Rachelle's train of thought, she rubbed the other woman's back soothingly. "She's not gonna hurt me, y'know?"
"Better not. Because we ALL know by now that I'm not afraid of doing stupid, irrational things." And then, as if having the perfect segue, "I went and tried again to make amends with Meeghan. I don't want her to just have Bastian. I want her to be able to feel like part of the family. And I want Neely to have her friend back."
"I bet that went as well as wearing a hat on your ass," was Blake's very elegant reply. Well, there was no doubt whose daughter she was now, was there? "A hundred bucks says I'm not wrong."
"Oh, you're not wrong." Chelle said with an actually adorable sigh. "Whatever happened to the days when you could sock someone in the jaw, apologize, then have a beer and a few laughs over it? Ah well." She sighed again, and then shrugged. "So anyway. You better talk to Neely, cuz you KNOW Gwen's gonna be flaunting this thing at the party..."
"Don't worry about Neely," Blake replied, putting on her best puppy-dog eyes and the most ADORABLE pout EVER. "No one can resist this face. She melted EVERY time I made it back home." She smirked then.
"Alright, alright. So got one here that's catchin yer eye? If Gwen's as much like me as everyone seems to think..." Chelle gave a little eyeroll/smirk combo. "Then trust me: she's got a girly-girl deep inside her that wants this moment to be as romantic and perfect as possible."
Blake made a cute little 'awwr' sound and took 'Chelle's hand, "Nothing's doing it for me here. C'mon, we'll try another store. After that we can totes go to Hooters and have us some buffalo wings for lunch."
"Sports, wings, and titties? Sold. Although... Hooters?" She grinned triumphantly, "Yeah, cute. I'm opening MY OWN SPORTS BAR. Rachelle for the win."
"Niiiice," Blake laughed, practically dragging Rachelle to the next jeweler. "I get family discounts, right?" She asked with a cheeky little grin. "Annnd what made you decide to open your own bar?"
"Dude." Yes, Rachelle just called her own alt!daughter 'dude'. "Think about it: we'd never have to wonder where we're gonna watch a Sox or Steelers game while gettin' good and tight in public AGAIN."
"OoOoo," Blake’s eyes actually widened with joy then. "And Yankees fans get their asses kicked out, right?" She grinned. She couldn’t help it.
"Fuck that, anyone stupid enough to be wearin' their shit ain't allowed IN my joint, man..." Chelle snickered, draping an arm over Blake's shoulders. "Now come on... Let's go find your chica a ring."