Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-10 17:10:00 |
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Maybe Gwen has Finally Met her Match?
Who: Gwen and Joshua
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday, Feb. 9th, Night
Gwen needed this. Seriously. She'd finally gotten to where, while losing Skylar still hurt... she could honestly say "fuck her" and mean it. Between the love she'd been shown by Andrew, Ash, Patience, Irene, Marlowe, Wesley... all of them... she had finally gotten back (mostly) to her old self. And tonight? She was living it up. Dancing like a whirling dervish at Avarice, the dirty-blonde slayer twirled around, clad in a plaid schoolgirl skirt, belly-baring midriff Broken Sunrise tee, and cutely enough, a sequined black flower in her hair. Combined with the knee-high combat boots... it was quite the ensemble she wore as she danced around to the song by KoRn that had been playing.
Joshua was having a drink at the bar and watching her. How could you not watch her? It was like a tornado of hotness had rolled into the club, and was now enticing him to the dance floor. Of course, running out there and grinding up against her was painfully desperate, so, instead, he watched, for now, anyway.
"WOOO!" She yelled with a grin as the song ended, grinning evilly at a few people she spotted looking at her. "What up now, bitches???" Those boots clomped along the floor as she sidled up to the bar, all mischievous giggles. God, it felt good to be BACK again. Ben and Skylar could SUCK IT, y'all.
Joshua smirked. "Hey," he said to her as she sat down near him. "Mind if I buy a very interesting lady a drink for the night?" he asked her.
"I dunno..." She said, straight faced, not really looking at him. "Is she bigger than m..." she cut herself off as she looked up. Jesus Christ. It was like someone took everything she'd loved about Pat and combined him with Superman's DNA. "I... think I was saying something vaguely witty... but fuck if I remember what..."
He chuckled. It's fun to do that to people. Really. "I bet it was hilarious," he said, flagging down the waitress. "Get this beautiful girl here anything she wants, well, drink wise. I hope I can handle a few of her other wants."
"Well... I was thinking a jumbo jet, a house in the hills... but for now? A Pepsi will be fine." Because her liver? NEEDED a respite right now. Seriously. "Um... I'm... I'm Gwen."
"Just give me time," he said to her with a smirk. He offered her his hand as the bartender fixed her drink. "I'm Joshua. The pleasure to meet you is all mine, by the way."
For what might be the first time ever? Gwen found herself incapable of making some snarky comment or retort. She was dumbstruck. "Yeah.. um... ditto. Not even trying to be flirty... you gotta be new here. No way you've been here before without me seeing you."
He smirked. "Recent transfer. I'm a army boy at the local base," he said to her. "So, when they let me out, I take full advantage." Well, he was staying on *a* base right now, anyway. Besides, you don't talk shop with someone you've just met.
"Army? Nice. Bet you rock the camo and shit..." she laughed, shaking her head. "You know what's sad, dude? I used to be GOOD at this shit. The flirting, the talkin' it up... damn. What the hell."
He simply shrugged when she asked herself what had happened to her. "I think you're still doing a pretty damn good job, and isn't it the opinion on this side that matters?"
"True... but before my last relationship? Dude. I was the fuckin' Rocky Balboa of flirting. I'd knock a motherfucker out with one verbal PUNCH." She gave a little punching gesture. "I was a CHAMP, dude."
He laughed. "Well, all it takes is the right sparring partner to get back into the groove of things," he pointed out to her.
"I was hoping my last partner would be my, well..." she made a face there, "last partner, I guess. Ok, that sounded way better in my head, dude." She chuckled, shrugging. "Maybe I'm just not used to flirtin' with guys again."
That caught his attention a little more. "So, are you saying that your last partner wasn't a guy?" he questioned. Didn't bother him one way or another. He was just curious.
"Nope. Don't get me wrong, I've had more than my fair share of the tubesteak in my day, but I was with, well... the lead singer of a local band, actually. Hot as balls, but.... well... being cheated on sucks ass." Pure Gwen, right there. The whole story in a tiiiiny little nutshell. "Seriously.... it SUCKS."
He made a face. "Never been cheated on or cheated, so I can't say I know how you feel. It sucks even hearing about it, though." He shook his head. "Sorry to hear that."
"You should SEE her, dude. Then you'd feel like HELL for me. I may as well stick to guys now, cuz shit... I ain't NEVER gonna score a babe like her again." She was over it. Seriously. But she still loved Skylar. Probably always would. "So... you on leave or something? I mean... are you just here for a few days?"
"Well, I can't knock you going for guys, even though the reason sort of sucks for you," he said to her. "As for me, they are decent about letting us out from time to time. When you're no longer a grunt, they go a little easier on you that way."
"So... you're like... army guy here. Enjoying yourself, gettin' your flirt on... I gotta ask: why me?" She smirked, hoping that maybe she was getting her groove back. "I mean, tons of hot bitches up in here." Gwen, people. ALWAYS eloquent.
"And yet, you're the most intriguing looking one here," he pointed out to her. "I can land any drunk bimbo here, easy as pie. However, you actually have something going on besides being good looking. I can tell about people, and I can tell about you."
"Just don't mention my sparkling intellect, or I'll know yer lying." She snorted, leaning into the bar a little more, showing off a little hip. "So... what is it you can tell? Call me curious here."
He paused and looked her over for a moment. "Well, you're obviously different from any other girl here," he said. "I can tell that easily. Most of these girls are wearing tiny clothes because they don't think they look good as they are and gotta fake it. You don't have to fake it."
"Fuck no, I don't" She laughed, shrugging. "I know I'm the shit. Had a while there where... I wasn't so sure... but hey. We all have moments, right?" She looked deeply into his eyes, as if trying to figure out what this draw was she felt. "Damn, dude.. you have the most intense eyes..."
He looked back at her. "Well, some people have moments," he said with a smirk. "I can't believe that you did, either, but I'll have to take your word on that."
"Spent the better part of three months drinking my liver into oblivion, really. First and only time in my life I actually thought about ending it all." Why was she opening up like this? Stupid! STUPID GWEN!
He tilted his head at her. "You're honest. I like that," he said to her. He'd rather know everything about a person and get past it than stumble upon things later.
"Easy as Hooked on Phonics too, man. Seriously." She said with a loud laugh. God, she was having fun. It felt right. Felt... gah... she felt like she should be in some kind of agony, like everyone else was. But she barely knew Lucy, right? And yeah, she felt like hell for Ash, but she had a hard time losing herself in grief for a family that pretty much completely sided with Skylar during the split. She felt bad, ok? But hey. She wasn't going to lose herself in agony here.
Well, Joshua knew nothing about that, so he certainly had no reason to feel bad, did he? "Nothing wrong with that, either," he joked with her. "At least you know what you want and don't deny it."
"Damn right, man. My best friend? Hottest bitch I know. Now that I'm single again? I need to see if her hubby minds us gettin'' biblical again." She grinned at that, a grin born of knowing she's right. "I *know* he won't..."
He just laughed. "Sounds like you've got some great friends, Gwen," he said to her. Really, really great friends that maybe he might even like to meet.
"You got NO idea. Me and Patience... I'd say we're like sisters, but... well, that's only if I mean some fucked up West Virginia shit." Yep. Gwen was back, alright.
He laughed even harder. "They don't even have sisters like that back in Georgia where I'm from," he pointed out to her.
"Georgia?" Oh, did she grin there. "Awww... I done found myself a good-old Southern Boy.... now I can't stop picturing you all sweaty and workin' on a farm."
"Well, I'm from Atlanta, so I didn't grow up on a farm," he said to her. "I was captain of the football team, though, so I fit a couple of other stereotypes."
"Hot damn... Jock Jackpot!" She laughed loudly, throwing her head back with a cute giggle. "See, I don't fit any cool stereotypes. Unless you count being trailer trash as cool. Then? BOO-YAH."
He just snorted. "When I see you, I don't think trailer trash, for what that's worth," he told her. "Trust me. Been around plenty of that."
"Fuckin' sweet." She said, giving him a big thumbs-up. "So... out of curiosity. You plannin' on askin' me out or what? I mean, seriously."
"Well, since you bring it up," Joshua said, "I *was* going to ask you out...but, since you brought it up first, how about I just take you to your favorite place to eat then?"
"That'll be easy on the wallet... just drag me to some greasy burger joint and I'll be in heaven. Not exactly a ritzy restaurant gal." Sadly, she was right: Gwen's idea of a four star diner was Burger King.
"Well, I can't take a pretty girl to a burger joint, but I think we can find a decent middle ground," he said to her. "Where can I pick you up from?"
"Hold up..." She grabbed a napkin, and literally snatched a pen from the hand of a boy who they'd been sitting next to, without even asking him for it. Quickly, she jotted down Wesley's address and stuffed it in his hand. "Phone number's there too. Give me a call, ok? We'll plan something. And if you forget or anything, I might sulk. And seriously, dude. Ain't nothing more pathetic than a sulky Gwen."
"Wouldn't want to make that pretty face sulk," he said, taking the napkin and pocketing it. "I will make sure to call you then."
"Sounds like a plan." She said, winking at him before walking away, towards the door. Hey... she wasn't really ready to leave but... nothing like making a good exit, right?