|Gabriel Burgess (shadow_watcher) wrote in btvsal,|
@ 2011-04-05 18:59:00
|Entry tags:||deanna kiske, gabriel burgess|
They Share an Ex
Who: Gabriel and Deanna
When: Feb. 15th, Evening (Backdated b/c it took a certain mood to do this scene)
Gabriel wasn't sure why he was here tonight, other than the fact that he didn't know of many other places in the city to go to when he got sick of looking at the same four walls for too long. After calling Avarice and making sure that Kayla wasn't working tonight, he headed over and, after sitting down at the bar, ordered himself a drink. He really shouldn't drink as much as he did, but why bother stopping? He couldn't come up with a very good reason.
Yeah. And honestly? Neither could Deanna. How badly had Kayla messed her up? For fuck's sake, she had a gorgeous blonde succubus admittedly falling in love with her... and she STILL couldn't help but fall apart over Kayla again and again. Tonight, she was at Avarice right after a shift at S&S, meaning she basically had on one of her 'work' outfits underneath a baggy pair of sweats and a matching hoodie. The gorgeous blonde just sat at the bar, not far from Gabriel, and sighed sweetly. "Kate? Would you please get me another Ketel One?"
Gabriel glanced over when he heard the girl's voice. He recognized it, sadly, as the girl that Kayla used to date. Kayla really was starting to leave a trail behind her, wasn't she? "Put her on my tab," he said softly to the bartender when she came by and refilled his own drink.
Deanna, meanwhile, had no clue who Gabriel was at first... until she remembered seeing him with Kayla at Neely's birthday party. Oh. Wonderful. Still... Dee was sweet and polite to a fault. And really... what had HE ever done to her? She smiled and spoke in a low tone, "...thank you."
He gave her a slight smile. "No problem," he said. "Least I can do, I suppose." He wasn't really trying to buy her off or anything. Just...felt like being nice. "How are you doing, Deanna?"
"Not as good as I wish I was. For a few different people." SHe admitted. Even as a 'monster', Eve deserved more than for Deanna to be here wishing she could be with Kayla even one more time.
Except that Eve was more than happy to provide that experience. Even with feelings, she was still a little warped, to say the least. Anyways..."About the same here, I suppose," he said, taking a sip of his drink.
"So what's wrong with YOU? If you don't mind me asking." She sighed, sipping her drink slowly (hey, she got drunk WAY too easily, ok?).
"Seems that Kayla has a bit of a pattern," he said. "That pattern behind doing a bloody tap dance on people's hearts." OK, so he was a little bitter. Blame him?
"Sorry to hear that." She said, sweetly. Oh my GOD, how sweet was she, that even though SHE was hurting for the same reason, she still had sympathy to spare for someone else?
"Suppose it was only a matter of time." Sadly, he didn't mean that toward Kayla. He just figured he wouldn't be happy for that long period.
"Sounds like we're two of a kind." Then, in one of the most cutely sweet displays, "Oh, honey... I'm SO sorry, I just realized I don't even know your name!"
That actually made him laugh. "I only knew yours because you were dating Kayla before," he admitted. It was sort of his job to know everything that Kayla was doing (even if it nearly killed him TO know it). "Gabriel," he said, offering his hand to her.
She took his hand and gave it a demure shake, forcing a sweet little smile. She really DID seem too nice and almost... emotionally innocent to make it too long in this city...
"So, what are you doing here, may I ask? Or did you call ahead and make sure that she wasn't here, too?" And there he was admitting he had just done that.
".......maybe?" She replied with a quiet blush, unable to even look him in the eyes there.
"You don't need to hide it from me," he said with a sigh. "I did the same thing," he admitted to her. "I don't exactly know of a lot of bars in LA."
"Yeah... only other one I really go to is the one I work at. So... ixnay on that." She said with a little sad laugh.
"I actually don't know where you work," he admitted. He had just known her name and what she looked like, honestly. Well, that and that she was human. He had checked that much.
"Oh. Lovely. Well, if you need something to make yourself feel better..." He offered a sad smile and blushed a little again. "At least you have a job helping to make the world a better place. Me? I get paid to take my clothes off and wriggle around on people's laps."
He simply shrugged at what her job was. "Your job is more honest than mine can be," he admitted. Being a Watcher was not always a completely noble profession, no matter how some may paint it. "I send young women out to get maimed and killed. Makes the world a much better place."
"Then let's have a toast to the douchebags." Deanna said with a sad smile, completely unaware that she was now quoting a shitty Kanye West song. "God, I kind of hate myself right now."
He snorted, but clinked glasses with her just the same. "You and me both," he admitted. He knew that he should be doing alright, but he really couldn't help it. He just wasn't having a good year so far.
"You know I have a gorgeous blonde nympho pretty much admitting she loves me? And yet... here I am, drowning my sorrows over the girl I CAN'T have." Deanna sighed, thunking her forehead down onto the bar.
"I suppose I'm the last person to give advice, since I'm basically here doing the same thing," Gabriel started, "but unfortunately for both of us, Kayla seems to be with who she really wants to be with." Which both saddened him and angered him to no end. "I'm actually contemplating moving. Maybe getting away for a while isn't a bad idea."
"I don't blame you. I feel like... if I thought my best friend would understand, I'd pack up and leave. And go away, like... forever." Was this partially the liquor talking? Yes... but not TOTALLY.
"At least you have someone holding you here," Gabriel said. He really didn't have anyone like that holding him here. He had almost completely attached himself to Kayla, really in an unhealthy way.
"If it helps... at all... I don't think she MEANT to hurt either of us. I just think... we weren't what she needed." Dee sighed, finishing her drink with one lonnnng last sip. "Startin' to think I'm not what ANYONE needs."
"Well, if you have someone at home, maybe you're what she needs," he suggested. If he knew that what she had waiting at home was a succubus, he might have been a little more mortified at saying that.
"Trust me... I know she means well... but I think Eve is more infatuated with me. She'll get tired of me. I know it." thunkthunkthunk... the blonde was gently dropping her forehead to the bar over and over at this point.
Gabriel reached over and made Deanna sit her head up. "You're going to hurt yourself doing that," he said. "And you don't necessarily know that. At least give it a little time before you give up completely on this Eve."
"I don't wanna give up on her. I just... loathe myself right now. I feel like I'm a piece of trash." At least Dee could open up to SOMEONE.
"Well, from what I'm looking at, you're not a piece of trash," he said to her, pushing some of her hair out of her face. "You seem like a passionate, loving young woman to me. You need to be less hard on yourself."
"See? This is why I'm trash. You're being kind, and compassionate, and you know what I'm thinking?" She admitted, shame in her eyes. "I'm thinking about taking you home and having sex with you."
"I didn't say that you were perfect or always making the right decisions. It's not like I always make great ones, either," he pointed out. He then leaned forward and lightly kissed her on the forehead. "And you deserve much better than someone who would at best be a one night stand. You deserve someone who will always love you, which I believe you may have at home."
"You're a good guy, you know. One of the few left. I... didn't think there WERE any of you left." She smiled sadly there, but was being totally honest.
He chuckled. "Maybe," he said with a shrug. He personally wondered why douchiness seemed to attract women. He didn't get it. Anyways..."Shows that sometimes you can still be surprised."
"Do me a favor. Go out. Find a good woman. Better than me. Better than Kayla. And make her the luckiest woman around. Can you do that for me?" Dee asked, a sad smile on her face as she reached up to set a palm on his cheek.
He nodded. "Let's hope so, huh?" he asked semi-playfully. Oddly enough, this night had helped him a bit. He just hoped that he had given her some help as well.