Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-05-20 15:05:00 |
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Current location: | Wes and Gwen's House |
Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | gwen morrison, place: la, wesley wyndam pryce |
Fallout
Who: Gwen and Wes
Where: Wes and Gwen's Place
When: Wednesday Afternoon
Wesley had went outside and checked the mail when he pulled out a letter with a very familiar handwriting on the front. While there was no return address, he immediately recognized the handwriting as Skylar's. It was addressed to Gwen. He thought about trashing it, and pretending it had never come. However, he knew that, if she did find out that a letter had come, she would quickly put two and two together and know that he had done something with it. So, hoping for the best (whatever that might be), he walked inside. "Gwen, there's a letter for you."
"God dammit." Gwen said, walking over in baggy men's boxers and a KISS tee, rolling her eyes. "I told that asshole he'll have his mo..." she stopped when she noted the handwriting. "Well. This certainly can't end well." She muttered, tearing it open to read it.
The letter, handwritten in Skylar's elegant handwriting, said: Gwen, I know everything you've said about me to others. While I don't appreciate it, since I have said nothing about you, I don't really mind. At this point in my life, I don't really care what you think of me. I've moved on. However, what you did to Rachelle can't be forgiven. Because of your little snit fit toward her, she went out, got drunk, and had an accident that put her in a coma. If I ever actually see you again, our past will NOT stop me from tearing you in half. Also, now all of the bouncers know to not let you into neither Avarice or Saints and Sinners, so don't even try. The Bale family members are not to be messed with, and that now includes both me and Rachelle. Sincerely, Skylar Bale. P.S. You going around and calling me a whole is like the crack whore calling the kettle black. You've slept with more people than all of my band members put together, and that includes a certain former vampire.
Gwen blinked a few times, before... laughing? Yes. Laughing. "Dude. Skylar's PISSED. GOD she's sexy when she's pissed. Great... her idiot friend went out and almost got her ignorant ass killed, and I'M to blame. Awesome."
Wesley had actually been reading over her shoulder, and, well, her reaction was...surprising. "She does sound quite angry." He looked at Gwen. "What did you say to that other girl she's talking about?"
"Oh. Martin's been talkin' shit on me for months. So I finally let her have it. And I mighta called Skylar a few names too. And I mighta told Martin that I fucked her wife. Something like that." She said with that 'ooops, I fucked up' grin.
So...how to put this? "Gwen, you don't tell someone you fucked their wife," he blurted out before thinking of a rational way of saying it. "That is to say....oh bloody hell, you don't tell someone you fucked their wife. That's pretty much the only way I can say it. Say what you want about Skylar or even that other girl who's been calling you names. You hit a low blow that you could have avoided."
"Um... oops? Look, Wes... she's been calling me shitty names for MONTHS, just because she probably wants to be chin deep in Skylar's snatch. She'd never even MET me. And I finally got tired of it and maybe said some shit I shouldn't have. Did I want the friggin' idiot to go get herself fucked up? No. But do I feel bad about it? HELL no. Skylar AND her classless, bitchy friend can BOTH kiss my ass."
"You're defending yourself like I didn't agree with most of what you did," he pointed out to her. "And I highly doubt that you drove her to get hurt specifically. Sometimes you just need to not pull the last low punch is all."
"She's lucky I didn't REALLY take the low blow. I coulda slept with Skylar's little sister like THAT if I wanted to. Little moron's ALWAYS had a thing for me." Wow... who knew Gwen had THIS kind of venom in her? Maybe all that depression was finally giving way to bitterness and hatred.
"And frankly, I'm very relieved that you didn't." Because he was sure she would have taped it and had it express mailed to Skylar, which would have brought some real hell upon their heads.
"Yeah, whatever. Fuck this, Wes. You know what sucks? You know she's gonna go running and crying about this to Catherine and Giles, and I'M gonna be the fuckin' bad guy here. This is horseshit. Screw her, man. She wanted me over her? Consider it DONE. Ben DESERVES her. So does her little asshole friend."
Wesley was starting to be of the same opinion. Screw it, and possibly screw this whole town. "Don't worry about them. If Giles says something, I'll talk to him myself. And Catherine's your friend, remember?"
"Is she? I'm starting to wonder if I have any of those anymore, outside of Patience and Marlowe." She said aloud, feeling JUST a little shit upon now.
"Maybe you should ask her before deciding that," Wesley pointed out, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Well... if Skylar starts with me, Wes... word of warning: I can and WILL knock her on her ass. I'm done with her." She said stiffly, crossing her arms over her breasts.
He simply nodded. He agreed that this nonsense needed to stop, and, unfortunately, if Skylar started something like this, then that might be the only way for it to stop. Even if it brought a way on their heads.