[RP Thread for Adam Balister] Transylvania 8-5000

[waverlywindsor]

Waverly laughed once more as she looked at the digits she'd scrawled on her desk blotter. A vampire. Right. At least he was cute and had a sense of humor. It was original. It also helped that she was bored to the point of finding this sort of nonsense the height of entertainment. Dialing me a vampire...wonder if he's read Twilight?

She punched in the numbers on her cellphone, listened as she waited for the call to connect. Ring. Ring again. If this went to his voice mail she was going to have to leave him a verbal dissertation on why Lestat was better than Spike was better than Dracula was better than Edward Cullen. Waverly really hoped he picked up.

"Come on, dazzle me."

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[adam-balister.livejournal.com]

On the third ring, Adam picked up his cell phone and answered with a long drawn out "Heeellooooo?" Yeah, he'd been drinking most of the night off of the few willing drunk donors he had sprawled out in his living room.

[not-a-royal.livejournal.com]

Waverly blinked, held the phone away from her head a bit then laughed. "Wow, okay...Count Drunkula. It's me. Or I or whatever the proper grammar is in this situation. Waverly. Entertain me with your shiny shenanigans."

She moved from her desk to the couch, tucked one foot under herself and settled in for what she hoped was a bit of a good time.

[adam-balister.livejournal.com]

"Waverly? That's like a last name, not a first name, especially for a chick" the vampire spat into the phone as he laid on the sofa, eyes closed and a smirk upon his lips. The Count Drunkula comment not even registering yet.

[not-a-royal.livejournal.com]

"I like being unique." She was used to the flak her name garnered. "You sound so friendly, except for the friendly part. Makes me wonder why you wanted me to call you."

The brunette pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over her legs. "So tell me, do all grumpy vampires sparkle? Do you play baseball when it thunders?"

She'd read the first Twilight book on a dare. It was agony but at least now she could get some mileage out of the text.

[adam-balister.livejournal.com]

Instantly, Adam's demeanor changed and let out a sound from low in his throat that resembled a low bestial growl. "I don't fucking sparkle." If there was anything Adam hated it was those damned Twilight vampires. What a disgrace they had made of his kind.

[not-a-royal.livejournal.com]

She laughed. Macho man then. And aggressive. Interesting. "Okay, so I won't call you Edward Cullen. What can I call you?"

[adam-balister.livejournal.com]

"That's a good idea. My name is Adam Balister. And yes, I am really a vampire." He could tell by the way she was teasing with the Twilight sparkle crap that this chick didn't believe him.

[not-a-royal.livejournal.com]

"Adam. Like the first man. Nice. I like it." She was being sincere for the moment even if there was no way on God's green earth that she believed in vampires and boogeymen. Waverly was being to wonder how far he'd carry this joke. "Okay, Adam Balister, vampire grouch--how did you become some garlic hating, not sparkly, blood-lusting phone-happy vampire?"

[adam-balister.livejournal.com]

A light chuckle came from Adam and he ran a hand through his hair before he replied. "That's a bit personal now don't you think? I think I should get to ask a question for everyone that you ask me to make this fair" The vampire's tongue flicked out against the tip of one fang before dragging over his lips just as fast.

[not-a-royal.livejournal.com]

She was game for that, a little harmless info quid pro quo. "Sure. Ask away, but I'm going to remember that you didn't answer that question." Waverly wiggled her toes beneath her blanket and grinned in anticipation, wondering what this goofy guy would come up with.

[adam-balister.livejournal.com]

Adam was silent for a moment, trying to think of something to ask Waverly that would be just as personal as the question she'd asked him. A sudden thought hit him. "Why are you alone on New Year's Eve and talking to a vampire on the phone?" The smirk he held on his lips could be heard in his deep voice.

[not-a-royal.livejournal.com]

Oh, Vlad...how your persistence with the chompy-bitey thing was wearing thin. Waverly shrugged. "Is there ever really a better time to talk to a vampire? And on the phone, no less. I mean, if you were here in person I would have to have that whole debate about whether or not I should trust you and invite you into my house..."

It was possibly that the woman had seen one too many horror films starring creatures of the night. Entirely possible. "I'm alone because I didn't want to be the unpaired fifth wheel at a gathering of friends this year. I haven't been back home long enough to have a significant or even insignificant other in my life. That's my thrilling story. Moved back home and I have nothing better to do. Feel flattered."

[adam-balister.livejournal.com]

A loud burst of laughter came from Adam suddenly. Not at her reasons for being alone but about the invitation into one's house remark. "Do you really fucking believe all that bullshit folklore crap about vampires? Because seriously, I could come into your house any damn time I want. Garlic just makes my breath smell bad, and before you even ask, it only hurts like a son of a bitch to get staked."

One of the people passed out on Adam's floor let out a moan and stirred. Adam lifted his head to check out the disturbance but it seemed the guy was still passed out.

[not-a-royal.livejournal.com]

"It hurts to have pointy wooden things shoved into your chest? Who'd have thought it?" Amusement colored her words and then she sighed softly. "Okay, so I have a thing for cheesy 80's movies. You caught me. Fine, oh all-knowing about real vampires, tell me how it works. Do you need SPF 9000 to go outside on a sunny day or do you just carry a little umbrella?"

Waverly heard the muffled background noise and chalked it up to his having a television or something else playing while he spoke to her. Big deal, so he multi-tasked.

[adam-balister.livejournal.com]

Again, Adam avoided her question about the workings of vampires, but not because he didn't want to answer it. She had hit on a subject that he was rather fond of as well. 80's movies.

"Oh? So what's your favorite 80's movie? I'd have to say Heathers tops my list, then the ever cliche' The Breakfast Club. Can't help but love that one y'know"

[not-a-royal.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I had a thing for John Bender, alright." Her silly question about vampires forgotten in light of real conversational material. "Oh, you know, I like Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles...Jake Ryan is an accountant somewhere now, I think. Never really did any other acting...I actually really liked Weird Science. It's so absurd. But it's probably my favorite."

[adam-balister.livejournal.com]

"Oh shit, I forgot about that one." Retorted Adam with a new found excitement to his voice. "I wanted to marry Kelly LeBrock because of that movie."

With a grunt, Adam sat up some and grabbed a pack of Camels that lay on the nearby coffee table. He plucked a cigarette out and then lit it with his trust new zippo before settling back down, blowing a plume of smoke out above his head.

[not-a-royal.livejournal.com]

"Chet. He was just such an asshole, I found him oddly compelling and attractive. At least until she turned him into a giant pile of...well, let's just say that he wasn't so hot after that." She was going to have to unpack her box of DVDs and find the movie.

"What was your favorite scene?" She was betting he'd say the end scene with the gym outfit.

[adam-balister.livejournal.com]

"Oh jesus, the end of the movie when she was in front of the all boys gym class. What self respecting man wouldn't find that the best scene of the film?" Yes, Adam gave her exactly what she expected. Then he laughed deeply behind closed lips. "So you're into assholes huh? Like the abuse?"