Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-06-24 15:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | gwen morrison, place: la, wesley wyndam pryce |
Hanging Out...
Who: Gwen and Wes
Where: Wes's Home
When: Evening
Ahhh, how good it felt to have things back to normal. Gwen was sitting on Wes' couch, stretching out and munching on some popcorn. While things were... awkward with the breakup, she and Skylar and Pat had all actually agreed that he was better as their friend than lover, and now she had her wife back, all to herself. For once? The slayer felt like maybe things were looking up for her again.
Wesley was sitting on the other side of the couch. Gwen had rented a few movies and, with a few packets of popcorn, had come over to his home and proclaimed it 'Watcher/Slayer Bonding Time' and ran into his house before he could say anything. Not that he would have said no, of course, He was so glad to have her back. It seemed to have him acting like a normal person again. "So, what movie are we watching now?"
"Ok, Wes. Now... this one is from my personal collection. And before you freak out, it's NOT another sex tape of me and Skylar. No... this is something far more horrifying. In fact... I dare say it's the single scariest movie EVER MADE." She grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"Dear lord, it's either the Star Wars Christmas Special or something equally as horrific, isn't it?" he asked. He somehow seemed to have absorbed a lot of what others would call 'nerd knowledge' recently, although he wasn't sure how.
"OH MY GOD!" Gwen cackled, holding up the box to... you guessed it... The Star Wars Holiday Special. "Dude. It's Bea Arthur singing in the Mos Eisley Cantina. And ART CARNEY CHILLIN' WITH WOOKIES."
He shuddered. "You know, I used to be cultured once, before I was around all of you," he said with a smirk. "Now I know far too much about Star Wars to be considered an intellectual anymore."
"Aw, shut it, Wes. At least you don't hang with Andrew. He'd be teaching you to speak Klingon and shit." She laughed, tossing some popcorn in the air and catching it in her mouth.
"You think I don't hear that stuff with him and Ami around?" he asked. That was probably why he was taking in so much of it lately.
"Oh shiiiit... that's right! I forgot they hooked up!" Gwen was still a little squicked out by one of her best friends possibly being biblical with her sort-of daughter, but tried not to think about it. "So... how is it? Having her live here?"
He shrugged. "It's fine. Much better than the thought of her living in a motel somewhere in the city," he said to her. "So I get to hear about Klingons all the bloody time." He thought Gwen had been bad in her stuff. No...Andrew was a complete other story.
"Don't worry, Wes. I don't think they're gonna declare you a nerd because of this." She thought about it and shrugged. "At least you know how to have fun. Look at Faith's watcher. Stuffiest man alive, dude."
"I'm sure even Mr. Giles has hobbies that you wouldn't believe," Wesley said to her. Once he would have been called stuffy. Even the people that didn't know him might still say the same thing.
"Yeah... I bet he has a killer collection of tea kettles and exotic teas." Gwen snorted. "Really, Wes... no other Watchers are gonna be as awesome as you, so let's not mince words, hm?"
He laughed at that. "Maybe not, but who knows? We're getting in a younger crop of them now, actually," he said. He didn't want to get into the semantics of it, though. "We'll all probably be helping with their training a bit. Most of them aren't much older than you are."
"Dude. Can I just say that seeing the kid who was like a brother to me suddenly go from trying to destroy the world to being a mini-you is WAY disturbing? For real, dude." Gwen shook her head. "Shit ain't RIGHT."
"I'm amazed that someone of Ashton's...history is also apparently suited for the life of a Watcher, but we can't exactly be choosy right now," Wesley admitted to her.
"Hey, I'm happy for him. Like I said, I love the little shithead like a brother. I don't... see him too much anymore, but that's not because of anything he did..." Gwen sighed, looking away. "It just makes me think of Patience too much when I see him. And knowing what happened to her... it still stings. But Ash is a good kid, I'm telling you. He'll do fine."
"I'm sure he will," Wesley said. Of course, he was still somewhat worried about Ashton's state of mind, but, then again, some people would have said the same thing about him recently. Things probably would get better.
"So... you have NO memories of Skylar ever NOT being a Slayer, huh?" She asked, still kind of amazed by how much the time flip fucked everything up.
"No, actually. I always remember her being a Slayer, and Narcissa being her watcher," he said quietly. "Thinking on all of this too long gives me a headache. Of course, I was saying incredibly strange things the first day or so after I started remembering you again. I kept saying, well, things you say." It was like some sort of bleed through. He had literally thought that he was going insane.
"Which had to be hilarious. No offense, but it really makes me laugh." Gwen snickered and tossed more popcorn into the air, catching it again in her mouth. "Damn I missed you, Wes. Having to watch over all of you, see you going about your daily lives... it was rough shit, you know?"
"Considering how bad some of us were at going about our daily lives, I'm not surprised it was rough," Wesley said. "Besides, I'm sure I worried Mr. Giles by quoting Star Wars to him in the middle of conversation."
"If I'd been there to hear that I'da probably shit myself, dude." Gwen couldn't even imagine that. "Hey... how's Faith been doing with her training and stuff? I haven't had time to go see her yet..."
"As far as her training has been going, I assume well, since I haven't heard otherwise," he told her. "As for, well, her life. I know she had something of a traumatic break up lately. Gossip does seem to trail its way up from the Slayers, sometimes."
"She broke up with Ben? Geddouttahere." Gwen sounded shocked there. "They seemed... like, PERFECT for each other." It occurred to her then that even though it had been weeks, she and Skylar had never bothered to talk about their friends. It had been almost constant passion and catching up with each other.
"Yes, now he's dating some 'dirty stinking vampiric whore' to hear Faith put it." He had only heard it once, when Faith came stomping in one night while he was discussing business with Mr. Giles. "I think she's the one you know?"
"Meredith? Jesus CHRIST, Wes... if anyone's even MORE suited for Ben than Faith, well, she's the one." Gwen whistled under her breath. "And... so far, no smack down between the two? Because Mere and Faith having a girl fight? WAY hot visual there."
"I believe that Mr. Giles asked that she didn't so that she didn't bring the collective wrath of the Bale clan on everyone's heads," Wesley said with a shake of his head. "Besides, angry Slayer and angry vampire? There is no telling who might prevail at that."
"Yeah, good point. Plus, the Bale's are seriously like a little furry mafia, man." She said that with a sage nod that was almost comical. "Leave the gun, take the canolli, all that shit."
"Leave the gun, take the fur and claws," Wes muttered. He paused. "Where do I get this stuff?" He looked at her. "I think you've finally rubbed off on me."
"Oh PLEASE, Wes. Ain't NOTHING wrong with quoting The Godfather. That movie is CLASS, yo." She crossed her arms briefly, then pointed at the TV screen. "Besides... check it out: this is where Chewbacca's father gets that freaky porno-machine thing and fucking FREAKS OUT."
Wesley turned toward the movie screen and cringed. "Why on earth did they make this thing, anyway?" he asked, making a face at the television. "It doesn't make any sense!"
"No, it really doesn't." Gwen cackled then, pointing to a picture on the jewel case. "But look, dude. LOOK! That picture. Right there. Carrie Fisher, coked off her ASS, singing her little heart out. That right there is the greatest thing we as a human race have EVER produced."
He shook his head. "I'm not sure if I would go that far. I'm sure many proprietors of the Louvre would disagree with you."
"The Louvre? Fuck the Louvre. This is Carrie Fisher, coked up, singing about Wookie Life Day. NO COMPARISON." Then she paused, sighed, and shook her head. "Damn, man... Carrie was HOT back then too. You see her lately? They should stick her in that metal bikini NOW and use it as the world's most efficient anti-drug commercial."
He shuddered. "I'd rather that they didn't," he said to her. He wasn't too sure why he was putting himself through the hell of having to watch this thing. Maybe just to know that he could hang out with Gwen again. Kind of heart warming, that way. "It certainly would be an effective anti-drug commercial."
"So, what's up on the Wes Love Front?" She asked bluntly. "I mean, no offense, but it's time you start trying to get the old groove on again. Just hopefully with no dancing. Because it'd be easier for a priest to get laid than you after the chick sees you dancing."
"Well, I'm not sure what is up," Wesley told her. "I had a sort of coffee date with a doctor who works at the emergency room recently. I will try to do no dancing in front of her, though." He would if he could help it, anyway.
"Dude! A doctor! Hell yes!" Gwen grinned and slapped him on the back. "You gotta get her to wear a sexy nurse costume and everything!"
"I'm not so sure about that," Wesley said. "We've...um...we've certainly not gotten to quite that stage in our relationship yet, if it can even be called that yet."
"Still. Wes is gonna get some! GO WES!" Gwen threw her fist in the air and whooped it up. "So when do I get to meet Dr. McHotAss?"
"Dr. McHotAss?" He shook his head. "Please never call her that to her face. I'm not sure. Soon, I hope. I still need to tell her about, well, what I do for a living."
"Shouldn't be too hard, right?" Gwen smirked, swiping the pinki streak in her hair to the side. "Hey, I really like you. Is it cool that I help girls become superhuman vampire hunters? Cool."
"It's usually a slightly more delicate situation than that, Gwen," he pointed out to her.
"No, a sensitive situation would be if she stumbled across one of the videos me and Skylar like to leave in your VCR." The slayer pointed out with a victorious nod. "Compared to that? This is fucking CAKE."
"...that's very true," he agreed. "If I do bring her over, you two really have to stop doing things like that. How are you and Skylar doing, by the way?"
"We're good. I think most women are ready to stab Skylar, though. She's way pregnant, and still hasn't gotten too big. And she still looks hot as balls." Gwen said with a knowing nod. "Hell, before this? If you'da told me I'd be giving a highly pregnant chick a rimjob? I'da said you were NUTS. But here I am!"
"Oh dear lord!" he snapped, covering his ears. "Ever hear of the phrase 'too much information?'" He really didn't need the image of Gwen and her wife doing things like that too each other, although they seemed to find it funny enough to leave tapes of it behind.
Gwen cackled and hugged him tightly. "Dear GOD did I miss this..."
He hugged her back. "I did, too, even if I didn't realize it." He felt more complete now, even if Gwen was enjoying making his days all the more disturbing, sometimes.