Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-19 22:33:00 |
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Current location: | Dillinger's Steak House |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | gwen morrison, joshua goldberg, place: la |
So, Gwen Gets to Go on a Real Date for a Change
Who: Joshua and Gwen
When: Friday, Feb. 19th, Night
Where: Dillinger Steak House
Damn it all to hell. For a girl who'd screwed as many people as Gwen, you'd think a simple date wouldn't make her nervous. But it DID. Did she try to wear a Victorian-type dress in the same sort of overkill that she had on her first date with Skylar? No... but she was still nervous. As she sat in a booth at the Dillinger Steak House, a nearby eatery that was fancy, but thankfully for Gwen, nothing TOO ritzy. Because this time she played it safe and just wore nice jeans, sneakers, and a pink and black sweatshirt. She was happy to be here, but... for now? Her days of dressing up special for anyone were over.
Joshua himself had gone semi-casual as well, and was grateful for it. Whatever had went on with Gwen in her past relationship, it seemed to have made her skittish in new ones. So, he didn't want to scare her off by taking her to a four star restaurant on their first date. Besides, he had to save something for the third date, right? He had worn just a dark blue polo, jeans, and sneakers as well, so they looked similar as far as dress went. "So, this place good with you?" he asked her as they were being seated. "Kind of figured you for a steak type of girl."
"I do like to indulge in meat occasionally." She said with faux-innocence. "I was kinda surprised you actually called. Figured maybe by now you met some little Army-groupie or something, one of those hot curvy numbers that goes all gaga for any guy in uniform." She sipped at her cola, trying not to STARE. She really, really tried.
"Army groupies are kind of boring, actually," he said to her. "Sure, they're great for a quickie, but when you actually want to talk to someone, there's very little there to talk to." He didn't usually talk this open with girls, but he felt that, with the way Gwen talked with him, he could easily say these sorts of things, since they ran through his mind constantly.
"You know? I totally get that." She said with a humorous kind of understanding. "I mean, I ain't no brain surgeon, but at least I have opinions, you know? I don't just sit there and giggle at every dumb thing you say. Not that YOU say dumb things. You know what I mean, damn it..."
"Well, I'm not looking for a brain surgeon, either," Joshua pointed out. "I do occasionally say dumb thing, and then a brain surgeon might start getting on my case about it. It's OK to be dumb every once in a while, too."
"Well, that makes sense. I mean, if you had that body, a jawline like that, AND were uber-smart? It kinda wouldn't be fair. Something's gotta give SOMEWHERE." Oh, the mouth on this one, hm? She smiled impishly and kicked her feet a little under the table.
"It wouldn't be fair at all," Joshua pointed out, "Although I don't think that you're fair, either. I mean, body and personality like you got? I think you're already playing with a loaded deck. How can you be resisted?"
"Well, honestly, I can't. I mean, I could count the number of people I've wanted and never got on one hand." Whether she was being cocky or playful, who knew? But it WAS the truth. "I'm sure you could have fun trying, though. For however long it lasts"
"I'm amazed that you can count any at all," Joshua said with a smirk. "And I have no reason or want to resist, so why should I?"
"Now see... THERE'S a bad-ass answer. Seriously. Kudos." Hmmph. So call her childish, but all Gwen could think here was 'Heh... look at the guy I got *here*. Way better than some skanky werewolf... Suck it, Skylar!' She shook the thought out of her head there. "See, here's where my problem comes in though. I'm at that point where, while it's FUN... I don't think I wanna just be... the go-to girl for one night stands anymore."
He actually looked at her slightly confused for a moment. "I don't usually take girls I'd rather play with and leave out on dates, Gwen," he pointed out to her. "I certainly wasn't planning on loving you and leaving you."
"Ok, making sure, dude. No offense or anything. I'm just... kinda used to being thought of like that,. Instinct, you know?" There was the sad part: Gwen wasn't looking for sympathy or attention,. She knew she'd made her bed and now had to lie in it. It was just... the truth.
"Well, like I said, one night stands are a dime a dozen," he pointed out to her with a slight grin on his face. "I find you far too interesting to just sleep with you and fuck off, you get me?"
"You know? I like your style, man. I really do." She smiled brightly there, as it was becoming apparent that while he was as unrefined as she was... he was actually trying to be SWEET.
And he had actually thought that he was being sweet. His point was that he didn't see Gwen just as one night stand material, anyway. He gave her a full smile as it seemed to have gotten through. "I like your style, too."
"What scares me is... you seem like a pretty straightforward guy." She smiled, reaching over to take his hand. "And I'm the same way. Usually. But there's a few things... about my life... that I can't talk about yet. That have to remain a secret for.. at least a little while. Can you take that? I mean... can you be ok with someone not being totally honest with you, if it's for a good reason?"
He thought about that, and, while he had an inkling as to what it might pertain to (he had the same thing himself, honestly), he obviously had no idea of the depth of it. "As long as you can give me the same, then sure. I mean, we gotta get to know each other better before we start spilling deep dark secrets, right?"
"Damn right. And as long as neither of our secrets involves STDs or dubious people we might be fuckin', I don't see what it's hurting." and the best part? She was being totally serious.
"Well, my stuff involves neither of those things," Joshua pointed out to her with a laugh. He knew she was serious. Strangely enough, he felt that he just 'got' her.
"So.... I don't think I asked this yet... how old are you, anyway? Just wondering. And trying to make small talk. And failing miserably." She admitted with a snort.
He laughed. "Twenty-three," he told her. "Might as well ask the obvious. How old are you, anyway?"
"Oh, I'm a young lil' thing. Twenty." Of course, she'd managed to drink more in the past couple months than most people in their FORTIES, but still.
"Not that much younger," he pointed out. Well, he wasn't that much older than her, anyway. "So, what's your favorite food?"
"Part of me wants to say something completely inappropriate, but then part of me wants to honestly answer your question." She admitted, laughing. "So I'll just be safe and say that the best food in the ENTIRE WORLD is the homemade chili me and my friend Marlowe can put together."
He laughed again. "Well, I was going for the more wholesome answer to the question, but I would have appreciated your honesty, either way."
She sighed and shook her head. "I'm just... I'm trying to not let this turn into a typical Gwen date, you know? A 'no talking, all boning' thing that just... becomes generic and like everything else."
"Well, there's no reason to become generic," he pointed out to her. "There's nothing generic about you, Gwen. Hope that you realize that."
"I'm... beginning to." She said with a sad smile. "It's taken a long time... but I think I'm getting there."