Jun 05 15:55:13 108 PA - Trying to... Get a Friend Laid
From Chronicles
Jun 05 15:55:13 108 PA.
THE IVORY LADY
Once more, it's nighttime, and Gabriel is entering one of his not-entirely-favorite places in Kingsdale... continually glancing behind him to make sure that little Bella is still there. After checking the appropriate items at the door, he moves further in. "C'mon, Bella. We'll find you someone trashy tonight. Maybe I'll get the audience to chant you up onto stage!"
Bella's clubbing clothes work pretty good here too. Skirt hitchin up from walkin don't hurt none neither. She follows the good guy in. Smirking. "Yeah. Right. Ain' got nothin' ta shake 'round at nobody. Wouldn' get no cheers. No tips. Only stuff people'd be givin me's food 'r somethin ta shoot in my arm 'r somethin."
As he makes his way to the bar, Gabriel disagrees. "I know.. or knew.. a lot of men who would like a body like yours. Not a pedophile thing, either, but just a good looking woman. C'mon, what do you want to drink?" He hops up on a nearby stool.
"Hmm..." Bella thinks about that one. Looks 'round at the some of the people watchin. Then eyes Gabe. With a grin. "Dunno. Lotsa ones ta pick from." A little shrug at the other stuff. "Know I can find somebody't'll want it. Real easy here."
Gabriel orders two White Russians and seven Screwdrivers. Why seven? Who knows. "Drink up, Bella. It'll make the guys look more attractive. Or at least, that seems to generally be how it happens for guys. I bet you know how to do some mean club dancing. You know, I can show you how to have class at the Nightingale, and you... trash down here at a skin bar." He sticks his tongue out at his tiny friend.
Bella quirks a brow. Smirks more. "Wait. Ya sayin ya wanna get some trashy learnin 'r somethin?" She grabs up a drink. Probably a screwdriver jus' cause of the odds. Bella don' really look at what she's grabbing. Still lookin' 'round mostly. "Mean y'ain' been 'ere much? Now yer soundin extra weird."
"Nope, I don't come here much. Maybe... maybe only four times since I've even been in this city, which is about, oh... " Gabriel glances at his watch. "Ten months now." He actually seems bemused to discover that it's been that long. "I had lots of daughters. Skin clubs really aren't my thing. You know, degrading yourself for the sake of horny guys and everything. Don't tell me you're trying to put yourself through college." He winks at Bella.
"Nope. Ain' 'ere ta get nekkid neither." Bella smirks more. "Don' gotta come 'ere ta find horny guys. All over the place. Most'll offer all kindsa stuff fer a couple minutes too."
Gabriel almost spits out the White Russian all over the floor as he starts to laugh. "That's all you want? A couple of minutes? Hell, Bella, that guy over there in the yellow suit's obviously here just to provide that kind of service."
Bella covers her mouth. So she can laugh. Even spills some drink. "Fack no!" She's just snickerin when her hand comes away. "They guys're the ones jus' wantin'a coupla minutes. S'all it takes 'em. Still don' mean I let 'em."
"Ah, I get it," Gabriel says, his own chuckles diminishing. He then looks around the bar, taking count. "So trashy but... excellent in the sack? Meaningless tryst, or are you looking for a boyfriend? Husband?" Odd that husband may come to his mind other than just 'lover.'
"Yep." Bella's smirking big when her hand comes down. "Got me all figgered out. Jus lookin fer somebody ta hang out with ferever 'n ever." Ok. She gives up and snickers. "Ain' lookin fer nothin like that."
Gabriel grins and sips at his bottle. "No, I didn't figure you for the nesting kind of woman, Bella. But you should think about it someday. It's nice to share your life with someone." He raises an eyebrow and asks somewhat ominously - "Have I ever shown you my family?"
Bella shrugs. "Prolly did. Met yer wife coupla times." More smirking. "Ain' much fer sharin. 'Sides. Same thing fer too long's borin. Don' wanna get bored. More a one night kinda girl."
"You know you can get syphilis that way. Lotta guys in WWII went to Paris and had a lot to explain to their girlfriends back home. Funny story though about the guys who got hit at Pearl." Gabriel cocks his mouth sideways. "Well, maybe more of a morbid kind of humor. Plus, if you're a one night kind of girl, you don't want to end up being a nine-month kind of girl, do you?"
"Huh?" Bella eyes him a bit. Then smirks. "Ain' gott worry bout that none neither. Side." She shrugs. "Who says I'm gonna be fackin' 'em all anyways? Jus said I wanna have fun."
Gabriel bows extravagantly. "A thousand apologies to your demure personality, my lady," he says with a friendly smirk. Tell me, what exactly does 'wanna have fun' mean to you? Because 'wanna have fun' means different things to different guys. I don't want to shock you with this news - but a lot of guys just want to get out and screw anonymous women."
Bella blinks. Eyes go wide. "Wow. Really?" She almost looks surprised. Kinda. "No shit, nice guy. S'why it's fun lettin' 'em think they're gonna get some." A little shrug. A lotta grin. "Mebbe do. Mebbe don'. Still get my fun."
"You sidestepped my question as to what fun means to you," Gabriel points out. "You looking for gambling, a soft walk along the River Walk, someone who writes poetry, someone who likes arm wrestling and bondage? Looking for a guy your own age, or more like me, a father figure, or you could be a young cougar..." he voice fades off. "How the hell old or young are you anway, Bella?"
"Older 'n I look." Bella shrugs. "Course people some people think I look like a kid. 'N I ain' real picky. Gotta like 'em. That's it. If I like 'em fer talkin I talk. Like 'em fer fackin I fack." More shrugs. "Works good fer me."
Gabriel nods. "I was pretty much expecting that answer. Thought I'd ask anyway. Tall, dark and handsome? Errol Flynn type? Mute, so you can bitch at him all you want and he can't argue back?" He ends that phrase with a chuckle.
Unfortunately, two overly-inebriated men break up the club's mood at this point, fists flying. Gabriel and Bella leave together, but soon go their separate ways.
