Building Bridges Who: Blake, Gwen and Neely (with a brief appearance by Bastian) Where: Neely's - the apartment above Avarice When: Wednesday, June 16th
This had the potential to end either REALLY well, or REALLY badly. Gwen knew she had to get past this major obstacle, one way or the other. She knew that Rachelle was still in the hospital, so would be unable to participate in this... but hopefully Neely and Blake's sister would both be here. This was important.
Gwen was never known for her way with words, OR for her tactful or tasteful style. So you knew SOMETHING was going on when she appeared at Avarice at 3pm, well before the full club was opened, dressed in (gasp) a beautiful, strapless black and pink skirt and blouse, her hair pulled into a classy ponytail, a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Luckily, after the display at the wedding, David had allowed her in once she explained her intentions. So now? She stood outside Neely's door, clearing her throat nervously as she rang the doorbell.
Unfortunately, it wasn't Blake or Neely who answered the door, but Bastian, and while her face was expressionless, there was a spark of something behind her eyes. She stepped aside, however, allowing the dirty blonde entry. You see, it wasn't Gwen and Blake together that upset Bastian, since she only ever wanted her sister to be happy … it was the fact that Neely and Blake hadn't stopped yelling at each other since they'd gotten home (well, there were bathroom breaks, surely, but still!). "I'm not sure you picked the best time to be here," she murmured.
Meanwhile, off in the living room, you could hear Blake saying, “I can't believe you won't even consider this. Does my happiness mean nothing to you? Do you hate her that much? Are you really willing to lose me over this?" There was a very long pause before Blake continued, "Because you will, I swear."
Hearing that, Bastian sighed and picked up her jacket by the door, murmuring: "I can't be here for this, I'm sorry," before leaving in a flash. It seemed she didn't do confrontation well, hm?
"Oh. Great. Great idea, Gwen." The slayer said to herself, grumbling. "This should go swimmingly." She had one shot here. She had something prepared to say to Neely, and... oh god she felt sick to her stomach she was so nervous about it.
Neely, for her part, growled loudly and stalked off, calling behind her: "You're being impossible!" before stopping in her tracks, growling this time at the sight of Gwen.
Flowers and looking good aside, the only thing that physically stopped her from attacking the girl? Was Blake's hand clasped vice-like around her arm. "Stop, please. Just stop."
"Wait. Neely. Give me a minute or so of your time. If you still wanna hate me after this, then more power to you. But please. Just hear me out." This was either gonna end up being Empire Strikes Back good or The Phantom Menace bad, huh. "Neely... Blake is an amazing girl. She's... like nothing I've ever met. I know you... know what I was like. But I want to be different, Neely. I *want* to be the kind of girl Blake deserves. I'm not asking you to hug me and sing a few bars of 'kumbaya'... but please, just try to accept this." She actually held out the flowers... TO NEELY. "A peace offering. I'm not good at this stuff... I never WAS. But I know one thing: I've never felt this strongly, this quickly, for ANYONE, not even Skylar. Neely... I love Blake."
Neely looked down at the floor and exhaled loudly. She'd seen the adoration in Gwen's eyes at the wedding, but… a part of her mind still raged at the idea of them together. But… if she kept fighting this, Blake wouldn't talk to her again, and likely Belle as well… since she sensed the girl was no longer in the apartment. And while they might only have been new additions to her life, they were important ones. It was quite possible that Rachelle wouldn't be happy with this argument, either, when she found out. "Fine. But I swear, if you hurt her? … They won't find enough pieces to identify your body, Morrison."
"I won't, Neely. I swear to you." Gwen promised, her eyes watering a little. "I'm hers. And ONLY hers, from this point on." Jesus... Gwen REALLY had it bad. "I mean come on, babe… I wore a fucking DRESS for this shit, right? Do you know how much I hate wearing dresses?" Come on, SOME of the old Gwen was still in there...
"You look good enough to eat, though," Blake murmured, giving Gwen a cheeky little grin. Oh. Oh my.
Neely did the parental 'deaf ear' to Blake's remark, but nodded slowly as she took the flowers that Gwen had brought for her. "Rachelle's not much of a fan of dresses, either. … It's going to take me a long time to accept this, okay? You really have to show me that you mean it."
Gwen was trying to be polite and respectful. Really. "Um... Neely? You got any urge to visit Rachelle? Because seriously, I know that look on Bee's face, and I think there's about to be a severe case of dual-nudity coming up here." See? Gwen was being thoughtful now.
Neely smirked briefly and rolled her eyes, "For the love of God, not on the couch," she murmured, before collecting her keys and taking the flowers with her. Hey, maybe Rachelle could use a peace offering right now, huh?
The second she walked out, Gwen looked at Blake, and raised a brow with a naughty grin. "So.... the couch, then?"
"You read my mind," Blake purred, before backing the blonde in the general direction of the living room with a completely predatory look in her eyes.