Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-02-23 23:57:00 |
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Current mood: | horny |
Entry tags: | blake morrison, gwen morrison |
Talk of the Wedding and Sex
Who: Blake and Gwen
Where: Avarice II
When: Saturday, February 19th
Blake was beyond happy that Saturday had finally come around. What with school work becoming more intense, the comic shop and... worrying about the wedding, she'd been beyond stressed lately, which was why she'd arranged for Gwen to meet her at Avarice II tonight, so they could cut a little lose. The brunette was currently dressed in tight blue jeans and a t-shirt ripped to expose her magnificent cleavage that had 'it's a trap!' written across the breast.
"God, woman... That is the second greatest shirt I've ever seen." Second? Yep. Because Gwen was prancing over to Blake in black cut-off denim shorts and a tight black tee that read 'I've eaten more pussy than cervical cancer'. Yep. Even the MUN was offended on that one. Deal with THAT. "How's my babydoll?"
"Beyond 'ZOMG tired'?" Blake replied with a chuckle. She hooked one arm around Gwen's waist and tugged her close, giving her a quick smooch. "I'm goooood. How's MY girl?"
"I miss you. Which seems weird, I know. Can't explain it, but it FEELS like I haven't seen you in forever." Heh. "But otherwise I'm ok. Kind of DYING to get the wedding planned."
"Dying, huh? Well, I guess we should do that at some point, hmm?" Blake purred, nipping at Gwen's lip playfully.
"You know the funniest part? While there's a PART of me that wants to have some epic hilarity at the wedding, like I did with Skylar... most of all I just wanna kind of have our nearest and dearest and do something simple." Gwen said with a fairly comical pout.
Well, with the Bale's there was bound to be some hilarity, whether intentional or not, that was for sure. "I could literally count how many people I want by my side with one hand." She wasn't joking, either.
"So that I can actually be NOTICABLE at my own wedding, I want to stip that your sister has to wear a burlap sack." Gwen stated with some degree of seriousness, trying not to smirk.
Blake chuckled and rolled her eyes. She'd always felt that she was overlooked for Bastian by most people, herself, but GUESS WHO'S GETTING MARRIED FIRST, BITCHES. Anyway... "I wouldn't worry about that. Promise."
"Well, easy for YOU to say! You're gonna be the sexiest bitch THERE!" Gwen said with a TEENSY bit of flailing, scowling cutely. "What the fuck does Neely have goin' on in those genes, anyway? You bitches are TOO hot."
"I seriously don't know. I guess it's just a Bale thing," Blake laughed, smacking Gwen's ass. "Speaking of hot bitches..." Oh, great segue. "Am I gonna get me some of this one later?" She purred. Lovely.
"Well duh. Come on, I'm easier to get into than community college." Oh, GOOD, Gwen.
"Oh, god. Don't give me another thing to worry about prematurely," Blake muttered. She still hadn't decided whether she was going to college, honestly. That was a thing to worry about another time, though. "What's the plan for tonight then, hm?"
"Um... I'm thinkin' we call the store, make sure Max hasn't accidently burned the bitch down, go back to my place, and make enough noise to give Wesley more trauma than a Vietnam POW?" How sweet!
"I'm sure Max is doing fine," Blake laughed, finding it oddly sweet that that was Gwen's first thought. It was almost how a parent saw a child the way that Gwen thought of the store. "And who says that I wanna wait to get back to your place?" SOMEONE was being cheeky today!
"Well... problem is, I'm a good, sweet, and prudish type, and I couldn't IMAGINE doing anything naughty unless in the privacy of my own home..." Gwen said with a hilariously forced innocent grin.
"Well, in that case, I guess we'll have to drive back to your place and who KNOWS how long that'll take..." Blake lilted. Uh huh. Two could play at this game.
"Fuck. Ok, you win. Where do ya want me?" Yep... community college, folks.
"I'd say right on the bar if I didn't think that you'd go along with it." Mhm. "Maybe one of the booth's in the VIP area... or the bathroom." Not that she'd thought about it. NOT AT ALL.
"Oh god. Problem there... I want some room to thrash around and be noisy as HELL." Ohhhhh dear. "Got someplace nearby we can do that?"
"You know, there IS a certain hotel that I have easy access to..." Blake lilted. And guess what? It was right next door! Genius!
"...GOD I love how fucking rich your family is. Take me there and ravage me, you sexy bitch." Aw, how romantic, hm?
"Done." Clearly they were made for each other, hm? Blake gave Gwen a lopsided grin and took her hand, leading her out. It was a good thing that the Bale name had it's privileges, huh?