Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-12-07 15:58:00 |
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Current location: | Liz's House |
Current mood: | relaxed |
Entry tags: | place: la, wesley wyndam pryce, ~liz todd |
Night In
Who: Wesley and Liz
Where: Liz's House
When: Sunday Night, Dec. 6th
Talk about careers keeping people apart. Liz knew she was in love with Wesley, and she felt confident he felt the same way. But between his job and all the... drama with Gwen lately, combined with her OWN career and now this project she was working on with Carly and the other doctors, they'd barely seen each other in almost three weeks. Talk about terrible. But both happened to be off for once tonight, so Liz had invited him over for a nice, relaxing evening, where they could both actually unwind and spend some time together. She'd told him to just dress comfortably. No need for either to worry about impressing the other. She simply wore black sweatpants and an old UCLA hoodie, along with (cutely enough) little bunny slippers where the bunnies had vampire teeth. A gift from Carly, meant to be a joke.
Wesley, who had laughed when he first saw the slippers, had come over in, at least for him, similarly dressed for comfort, wearing a flannel shirt and a pair of worn in jeans. That was about as 'relaxed' as he got, at any rate. "So, how are things going with your project?" he asked her.
"Fairly good, actually. We've got a small but amazing team. Carly's going out of her way to train everyone in basic supernatural knowledge, and Jacob is just brilliant as always." She blushed, realizing she was using names of people she wasn't even sure if he KNEW. "It's... going much better than I had figured."
"Good," he said, reaching over to hug her for a moment. He hated that, sometimes, they barely had time to see each other, much less actually do anything together. So, he wanted to actually hold her for a minute or a few hundred.
"Mm. How sad is it that this hug feels like the best thing EVER?" She asked with a laugh. "However... I know the hug of a sad person. So spill it. What's going on in the Mind of Wesley?"
He sighed. "Well, you know most of what's going on with me," he said to her. "I'm worried about Gwen. I'm always worried about her, but I'm especially worried about her as of late. I don't know how to help her."
"Honey... Gwen's going through a lot. Being cheated on..." she didn't want to get into much here, but she just let a little out. "It hurts. It hurts worse than being dumped. Sometimes it even hurts worse than having someone die. Because it leaves you with this feeling, like... like you're not good enough. For anyone."
He nodded. "I know that. I don't want to push her into anything she's not ready to do, even if that's going outside. I'm afraid, though. I'm afraid that something bad is going to happen to her one night while she's out pissing the night away." Being drunk was something that dulled your senses, both for the good or bad. He knew all about that.
"That's... a valid concern. As is the other more normal problems that come with excessive drinking." She knew she didn't exactly have to list them off for him. "I'm guessing her friends have tried to talk to her? They know not to... help her feed the drinking?"
"Some have, and some seem to avoid conflict like the plague," he said to Liz. "To hear her opinion of herself is heart breaking. It's hard to remember to say anything when she talks about how she feels." He sighed again. "No one that I know of has been giving her alcohol, though."
"Good. Best thing to do is help her feel loved... and help her avoid bad influences." Raising a sister pretty much LIKE a daughter helped her have a real view here.
"Well, I can do the loved part no problem," he told her. "Keeping her from bad influences is a little harder, though. The problem can be actually stopping her from going to the bar which, when you have a person who can bench press you if she wants, is a little tougher than it sounds."
"I just think you need to be there. And hope that she wises up. Because I've never even met this other girl, and it makes ME want to smack her around." Yes, ladies and gents: Liz Todd, the most gentle soul around, just mentioned wanting to smack someone. A Slayer, no less.
He sighed. "You know, a part of me wants to smack her around, too, but I also don't want Gwen to be in a relationship where the other person doesn't want to be there, either. What happened, happened. It's better for the both of them to be apart than for them to be together. Do I think that Skylar could have handled things a lot better? Yes, definitely. Should she have stayed with her to make Gwen happy? No, because Gwen would have sensed it and been miserable anyway."
"If she were a little older, I'd try to fix her up with one of my friends from work. But they're all at least 4 or 5 years older than her, and most are still... acclimating to that kind of life she leads." She meant well. Really.
"Well, she's an adult, so four or five years wouldn't be a terrible thing," Wesley said to her. "I'm not sure if they could handle her, though. I don't mean that in a bad way, but Gwen has a very large personality. She needs someone that will both stand up to her and take care of her."
"She... is a handful." Liz briefly remembered her first meeting with Gwen... when the girl had forgotten her name and merely called Blondie McBigJugs. "Still, there has to be someone out there for her. It's too depressing to think otherwise. She seems to have a good heart."
"She does, and she has a lot of love to give. I think there is someone out there for her, but she's not going to meet anyone good for her if she's going out to bars drinking every night," Wes said.
"Well... not to be rude but... enough about Gwen for tonight." She kept her tone light, so as not to come off as offensive. "Tonight is about us. To relax. To enjoy each other's company."
He nodded, leaning against her. "I agree. Tonight needs to be about us." For a change. Wesley was someone who gave all of himself to others at times.
She shifted a little, wrapping an arm around him and settling herself into his lap, trying to make him smile. "I don't like seeing you so stressed out. It makes me all frowny. And that's NOT good."
He snuggled up her a little more. "I don't like being all stressed out, either. I wish I could be unstressed for, oh, about a day or so. Must be nice." He couldn't remember the last time that he hadn't been stressed about something.
"Welcome to the lives our careers give us." She laughed bitterly. While generally a happy person, Liz also knew that her job didn't leave a lot of room for calm or peaceful.
He laughed as well. "It can be tiring, can it?" The life of a doctor and the life of a Watcher were similar in that you worked all hours and got very little sleep.
"I wonder if you'd be able to get 'vacation time'. I know I could probably get a few days off, where maybe we could just go away... get away from everything." She knew he probably couldn't... but she could still dream, right? "We've come so far, you know? Since meeting in a bar, with you all unshaven and looking dead to the world..."
"Maybe once we get Gwen...semi-sane again, I would love to," he told her. Just a few days in a hotel somewhere would be great, actually. Just a few days to only have to think of himself for a change.