Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in btvsal, @ 2008-12-23 02:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabella delallo, jack delany, place: la, wesley wyndam pryce |
A Little Shop Talk
Who: Wesley, Isabella, and Jack
When: Monday, Dec. 22
Where: Sheraton Hotel Bar
Wesley waited for Isabella to show up at the hotel bar that they had picked out to meet at. They were going to talk strictly business, but, after recent events, he figured that they could both use a drink. This place was nice, at least. One wonderful thing about being in LA; not all business had to be done at a teenager's club.
Slinging her purse up onto the bar, Isabella finally strolled in and sat beside Wesley, a deep, stressed frown creasing her otherwise beautiful face. She was dressed in a black skirt, black pumps, and a spaghetti-strap black blouse. "Good evening, Wesley."
He smiled a little when Isabella came in. "Good evening to you, too, Isabella," he said, standing up and pulling her chair out for her. Old habits died hard, and good manners was something that had been ingrained since birth for him. He was growing to like having Isabella around. She was what Gwen would call a hard-ass about things. (Well, Gwen wouldn't say anything nearly as nice.) However, at a time like this, a 'hard-ass' was just what they needed.
"Thank you." Wesley was one of the few Watchers in the area she could tolerate, honestly. Along with Giles, Wesley was the only one who seemed to know what the hell he was doing. "Well. It's certainly been a harrowing week."
"That's seems to be the understatement of the year," he said. It could even qualify for the century, to be honest. "According to Skylar...Gwen's wife, we apparently missed a note in the girl's pocket, too. Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking to check her pocket for notes at the time." Now he kind of wanted to kick himself for that, but it wasn't like it could be helped.
"A bloody note?" Yeah, she actually started to look even MORE perturbed. "Part of me wants to ask how this can get worse... but I strongly suspect you're about to tell me."
"Now, among all of our other worries, we've got police detectives snooping around, asking things like 'what are Slayers.' I wish I had thought that this might be some full frontal attack on us. My mind just...blanked." He sounded more than a little angry himself at that.
"Dammit, Wesley, this could get very bloody messy." She began to feel one of her now almost commonplace migraines coming on. "So now the question begs to be answered: how do we handle this?"
"I know, and that's what I'm worried about." A cop getting involved in all of this was the last thing that they needed. "Do we know of anyone in the police force at all, or any one higher up than that? I hate to say it, but we need to steer the official investigation elsewhere for now."
"The perky little blonde thing." She described Christina with almost a hint of disdain, as if the girl irked her. "Lowell. She said she's gotten close to a policeman who knows what's going on here. Maybe he could help us."
"Right now the last thing that we need are police stumbling into a den of vampires, or getting one of the girls killed by distracting her at the wrong time. Anything he could do would be helpful in that case." Wesley shook his head a little.
"I'll get you his name.... you're to find him, and talk to him. I'd send Lowell, but she might knock him senseless with the bloody ray of sunshine constantly coming out of her arse." She groaned.
"I'll make sure to find him," Wesley said. He couldn't help but chuckle at her description of Christina. He barely knew the woman, but she had come across as a little hippy-drippy.
Isabella wasn't going to make a comment about Narcissa, now that she knew the woman and Wesley were something of an item, so she just gave a wry grin. "Just make sure you don't keep Mareau up too late, she's on thin ice as it is."
He returned her smile. "You really should give Narcissa a little more credit. I know that her attire isn't exactly typical for a Watcher, but she does love her job and her Slayer is making progress, especially for being one we recently found." Sam had only been found right before the spell.
"She's completely unprofessional, and she has a mouth more vile than the slime on a chaos demon." Isabella certainly wasn't one to mince words. "She might be the nicest woman in the world, but until she proves her worth to me, she gets no free ride just because I happen to be at least somewhat fond of YOU."
"So does Gwen, but that doesn't make her bad at what she does." Even if she was a little...impatient at times. Actually, too headstrong to see a bull coming straight at her would be more like it. "I'm sure Narcissa will prove her worth more than enough soon. I have faith in her." Wesley actually liked that she didn't mince words. At least you knew where you stood with her.
"I hope you're right. Because I'm frankly beginning to think none of you lot other than yourself and Mr. Giles know your arse from a bloody hole in the ground."
"I might actually agree with you on a few of those." Most of the rest, honestly."Aidan Hainsworth might be from an old family, but I'm starting to think that he might have been raised by apes by accident." Or on purpose, who knew?
"He makes me want to scream, that one does." She growled practically there. "It wouldn't be as infuriating if he was a sodding moron... but he's got a knack for this... he just doesn't want to grow up."
"Him being an idiot would be too easy, wouldn't it. Also, is Melodie right out of school or something? She just seems to...green?" He wasn't sure how to put it, honestly. He just had the feeling that Catherine knew more about this than her Watcher did.
"She only became a true Watcher about a year ago. Catherine is her first charge, she never even had a potential before her. But with the changes being made, we had to use what we had." She looked around, reaching for her drink. "But all of them... they're going to earn their places in the coming battle."
"Well, at least Catherine has had a few years of training." She sounded like she came out of a James Bond movie, and looked...well, like she belonged in LA, but the girl was very serious about being a Slayer, and that's what was important. "Well, let's hope they earn their places and not a tombstone," he said solemnly. Since having Iris dropped on his doorstep, he had been quite morbid as of late.
"Right. Well... I'm here to make sure all of you stay on track. All I can do is hope Christmas is quiet... I'm trying to give Cassie something of a nice holiday." She felt for the poor girl... she lacked any real parents, and Isabella was all she had since the council decided she needed to be in protective custody.
He nodded. "She certainly deserves to have as normal of one as possible." Someone at the end of the bar caught his eye. "I think you have an admirer," he said with a slight grin, slyly pointing to the tattooed gentleman sitting at the end of the bar.
"Oh good lord." She looked over at the man with the hardest glare she could give. "Like I have nothing better to do than be some drunkard's eye candy."
Well, wasn't this amusing. Also, the man seemed to take her evil glare as a come on, because he was standing up to come over. "May want to hide. He's coming over."
But no... Isabella had faced down demons... a horny man in eyeliner was cake. "May I help you, my dear?"
Jack gave a grin to her. She had caught his eye across the bar, and he couldn't help but wonder what a girl of her style was doing with...well, what looked to be like some kind of geek. "Just couldn't help but notice you across the bar. Mind if I buy you a drink?"
"Looks like I have one here... or do you take me for an alcoholic who needs her next drink lined up?" She asked, arching a brow, not looking amused at all.
Jack actually looked confused for a moment, as if honestly not used to rejection. "Just offering to buy a beautiful woman another drink," he said, grinning again after a second.
Wesley was literally about to laugh in the man's face. "Either you're clueless or too drunk to notice, but she's not interested," Wesley said, even though he knew Isabella was more than capable of fighting this battle herself. He just wanted to watch her really rub it in.
She smiled at Jack then, and put on a sweet voice. "What's your name, mate?"
"Jack Delany, sweetheart," he replied.
Wesley recognized the last name as being the same as Gwen's little vampire friend, and nearly fell over from trying to not laugh. He also knew from Gwen that the man was in some band. This was going to be movie worthy, honestly.
"How wonderful. How about piss off, Jack." She said in almost as sweet of a tone.
"Fine, frigid bitch," he said, turning away and walking back to the bar. Plenty of fish in the sea, anyway.
Wesley did start laughing after he walked away. "Sorry, but he looks like he's never been turned down in his life."
"Oh, I believe I might have hurt the fragile thing." Isabella smirked, honestly not having time for someone like Jack. "What can I say? I prefer my men wearing less makeup than myself."
"Not that I blame you," Wesley told her. "I believe I know of that man, though. The vampire who some of the Slayers know? She has the same last name as that man."
"Oh, this just makes things even better. One of our potential allies is related to a drunken lech." Isabella finished her drink and stood. "I think perhaps we should call it a night. I'll look over my files at home, see if I can figure out any more information on our lovely vampire army."
"Well, if it's any consolation, she wouldn't take offense, if she's the girl I remember trying to teach at Sunnydale High." Meredith Delany hadn't been the greatest of students, but she had a sense of humor that wouldn't quit. "She'll laugh at him if he tells her he got shot down tonight." He nodded when she said that she'd be taking off. "Any information would be worth it's weight in gold right now. Let me know if I can do anything else to help." Although distracting the police department was a job unto itself.
"Believe me. I'll be calling you bright and early with the name of the officer you're to find." She extended her hand. "Good night, Wesley. Be safe."
"You as well, Isabella," he told her, shaking her hand.