Godric Witt (shy_vamp) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-05-15 21:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | godric, wesley |
Tuesday, 11/6/07
Who: Wes and Godric
What: More Strippers!
Where: Rose Petals
Rating: R for sexual themes (at a strip club? say it ain't so!)
Wes had been laughing at some Family Guy episodes for the past two hours. He was sat in his room, vest and jog pants, just laughing. If anyone saw him now they'd think he was clinically insane. It was now eight o clock - and whilst he chuckled at the latest off-the-wall joke thrown out at him he glanced at the time, then his computer, and realised something very important. He was meant to pick up a man in an hour, be taken out on the town to a strip joint, and hopefully get laid with aforementioned strippers.
Shit.
Wes was undressed and in the shower faster than you could say Stewie Griffin, washing grime and infirmary smells out of his hair and skin. He actually scrubbed up pretty well. Once he was dry and his hair was suitably fluffed, he set about choosing an outfit with about half hour to go. Settling on a red shirt, black jeans, favourite old leather jacket and gelling his hair, Wes was pleased. He didn't look seedy, gay, prepared for a screw... just a casual guy going on a mandate to a stripclub.
The fact that this was with a vampire, and actually a vampire he had never met before in his life, was a little different though. Still, the guy had said he liked Wesley... that had to be good right?
He arrived at Godric's door about five to nine. Shit. He was early. He considered hanging around but quickly decided not to bother and knocked at the door. Was he kind of nervous? Was this what this was? He ran a hand through his hair, scratched at the back of his neck as the door opened. He met the dude with a small grin.
"Hi."
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Godric had been grading papers and reading texts and cleaning his apartment. He remembered that Wes was coming, but wasn't banking on it. After all, he didn't know the guy very well. Maybe he wouldn't show. Or, more likely, he'd forget. So he was keeping himself busy doing what he would normally be doing. So busy, in fact, that the knock on the door was a suprise to him. He was wearing what he'd worn to classes that day- dark wash jeans, long sleeved navy blue buttoned shirt. Hopefully that was good enough for the evening. He wasn't nervous, more unsure. He didn't even know what Wes looked like, and Wes had already seen him naked.
Opening the door, he couldn't help but grin at what he found.
"Hello," he said pleasantly, looking Wes up and down. "Actually... you're exactly how I pictured you." The details, like eye and hair color were knew, but pretty much everything else was what Godric had envisioned.
Stepping into the hall and closing the door behind him, Godric did a mental check of everything he'd need for the evening. "Are you driving or am I?" he asked, hopeful that Wes would. The fewer people making fun of his car, the better.
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Did he just... look him up and down? Well he had to expect it, the guy hadn't seen Wesley before and he was probably envisioning someone taller and better and... hell. Stuffing his hands in his pockets Wesley then realised he needed them to gesticulate and marry his words, so he made a motion down the hall.
"Good thing right?" he checked, then got back to the other question. "I've got a car, it's parked notoriously but it'll get us there and back. Well... maybe not back. So this is weird, right? You never knowing what I looked like til now, I mean I knew what you looked lke ISH, a photo never captures one's true self and all that shit, and I knew the girls of the school were raving about your Mr Darcy looks or whatever. Whoever that is. All I know is they swooned, and I can see why, kinda, cause you got this thing going on where you're classically handsome and cheekbones and features in all the right places and you're dark and broody and well-mannered, into grammar..."
He hadn't stopped for breath since he began walking, and now they were almost outside he finally paused. "I like to talk, by the way."
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"Not a bad thing," he assured Wes, who looked a little nervous. Godric didn't know why he should be. They were just a few blokes headed to a gentleman's joint. It was a little unorthadox, their method of meeting, but it wasn't so unusual. Though it did seem very... blind date-ish. Was this how all his male friendships would be? Ambiguous?
The more Wes, talked, the higher Godric's eyebrow raised, until they'd gotten to the front door and he didn't think he could keep his laughter inside. This guy was all over the place, and Godric didn't think he'd ever been complimented so much in one run on sentence in his entire life. Mr. Darcy? As in Pride and Prejudice? What? Students swooned over him? Good Lord. He would've been happier not knowing that. Dark and broody? Where did people come up with these descriptions?
And then Wes stopped talking for the first time. "Evidently you do," Godric agreed, chuckling and blushing. He couldn't decide what he thought about Wes. The man was straightforward, that was apparent "It's alright, though. I'm more of a listener than a talker anyway." Most of his friends were avid talkers anyway. What was one more? "So, er, I might have missed this part, but you're driving us, right? Not that I won't, but... you sort of rambled right past that decision."
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This guy was cute. In all the ways those students had said and in a way only Wesley appreciated. Ric didn't know how nice he was, that was the hot thing about him. He was one of those shy types who always thought themselves far too below par and ripped anyone apart who said he was more attractive than he deemed suitable. Well, Wesley would change that. Modesty was not Wes' strong point.
"Good job you're a listener. Though if you get sick of me just tell me I won't be offended. I'm a good listener too. Spent years as a nurse listening to patients moan and groan about.. whatever. It's nice to talk about something other than piles and hernias, believe me." It was clear that Wes was excited. It was his first night out here, and though Jonah would have said he didn't tend to hang around, over a week to get out and get laid was a record for him. "Oh, sorry - yeah I meant I'd drive us. I'll only have a beer, alcohol doesn't affect me. I tend to act drunk even without anything inside me, just as forewarning."
Wesley kept glancing at Ric, like he was fascinated by him. Which he was. He was a vampire. He was clinically dead. All his organs were shut down, he was cold, yet his brain obviously worked or something. So many medical questions were running through his head, along with the one - could I heal him? It meant he had to understand how the vampire thing worked, but that might be okay... not only was Wesley fascinated by Ric's race though, he was fascinated with his voice. He was so English. It was hot. Couple that with everything else about him and you had a reluctant stud right there.
Once outside, Wesley produced his keys and pressed the alarm off. He'd stalled a little but as soon as he saw the lights flash he ran over to said car. It was a black Audis, something which seemed to suit him, and he went straight around to the driver's seat, settling himself in and revving up the car once Ric was in.
"Ready to go get some strippers?" he grinned, then sped off out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
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By and far, Wed was the strangest, most eclectic person Ric had ever hung out with. It wasn't a bad thing, it was just... odd. Ric knew he was going to be kept on his toes tonight, that Wes was probably going to get him into more hijinks than he could handle. Which would be a much needed distraction.
Godric climbed into the passenger's seat, admiring the car. It was nice, sleek and sporty. He ran a hand over the interior, listening to the engine as Wes revved it up. Sounded like a V6, bright and fiery. "Ready as I'll ever be," he admitted, snapping his seatbelt into place. He had a feeling that Wes was a fast driver, and as they pealed out of the lot, he wasn't disappointed. He forced himself not to hang onto the hand bar, trying to relax. Driving fast always made him nervous, when when he was behind the wheel. But it was fine, he'd be okay. He wanted to be a little reckless tonight. Not overly so, not enough to cause more damage to his life, but enough to have a good time and forget the damage done.
"So, where are we headed, anywhere specific?" he asked. If they ended up at the Golden Banana, he would probably lose his mind.
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The Golden Banana had been one of Wes' top picks until he'd asked around and discovered there was better. Shifting gears on the almost deserted highway, he turned to Ric and grinned. "Yeah. Place called Roses. Or Petals or something... Rose Petals... it's supposed to be really good but tucked away in the city, where all these high fliers go to relax and fondle women. It seems classy but seedy at the same time. I mean I've heard good things about it and hey, it's a strip club you know?"
Wesley laughed at his own little in-joke as he overtook the car infront with ease. "So... why you wanna go here anyway? I thought you had bad experiences in a bar like this... or was it the gay bar... or both... I can't remember."
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Godric had never heard of the place, but then again he didn't normally go to places like this. Still, a high class establishment was probably the best way to go. Or maybe not, depending on how pushy the ladies were. Godric was not going to be getting any private specials from them tonight. He'd done enough to Georgie. "I'm not picky," he said simply.
At Wesley's mention of his previous trip, Godric faced out the window. "It was a strip club," he admitted. "Friend I went with didn't... he didn't care for it. So we ended up leaving pretty soon after we arrived." He wasn't going to get into detail about it. Best to just bury that memory and go. "So I'd like to go and actually stay more than five minutes this time."
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Wes looked at Godric a little sideways, glancing at him. Sometimes he wished he could heal mental hurt but that was something beyond his control. He managed to put two and two together though and simply said "Blake." A nod to himself to assure that he was correct. "Well. I care for it. I care for it a lot - so whilst you look, I'll probably do more than sit tight. If you don't mind..." He didn't mean participate, but generally he liked to get up and dance along with them - something Godric would find out.
"How about a little music? Keep your mind occupied." He switched on the CD player, waited for the tunes to start.
'Little Town... such a quiet village....' Wait... this wasn't rock. As a Disney classic started to blast off the speakers Wesley cursed and hurried switched the CDs. "Sorry. That's Jonah's music, he plays it for his son... doesn't he have any decent shit in here?" Some classic rock started on the stereo. "That's better."
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"Hm." A noncommital noise. That was all he was going to say on the matter. As a general rule, Godric didn't like to open up to people, especially people he didn't know very well. Blake had been an unwanted and reluctantly wonderful exception. And then there was Cissy, who'd broken into his private will by sheer willpower. Damn them both! He was a secluded man and life was easier that way. And the worst of it was, Godric could see Wes as one of those people who would slip in through the cracks of his airtight defense system and before you knew it, he'd be inside for good.
He had to laugh at what came out of the speakers, shaking his head while Wes found something else. "Damn, and I was hoping to rock out to the best of Disney." He wasn't going to admit that he really liked Disney movies, especially the musicals. That was information Wes could reluctantly pry from him at a later time.
"So... Jonah keeps music for his son in your car?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Or is this a shared vehicle? Or is it a pilfered vehicle, in which case I'd like to know how many felonies we plan on committing tonight. Just so I can add them to my ever growing list."
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"I never said it was my car," Wesley countered, raising a finger as if to defend himself. "I just... it's Jonah's car. I have bought one! It's just that... well it's not come through yet with the deal and my friend is supposed to drive it over from New York, and... well he won't mind. Of course now I've said that he will mind and I'll get an angry phone call calling me all the names he can think of. Don't worry about. He only ever uses it when he's bored."
Wes sped up a bit now the music was on, humming along. Led Zeppelin was being tapped along to with his fingers on the wheel and he seemed to be getting into it quite a bit. "What kind of music's your bag, Donna Basher?" he asked suddenly, reminding Godric of his hatred for Madonna... absolute stupid dude, not liking her work. But he wasn't about to get into that. It wasn't his place. Vamp had to like what a vamp had to like.
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Well, it was true. Wes had never specified whose car he was driving. Godric really hoped Jonah didn't mind, he didn't want to meet the man in this kind of circumstance. And he didn't want the guy to dislike him, especially since he was doing whatever he was doing with Cissy and Godric wanted to keep tabs on that. That was a lot easier to do when you were friendly with someone.
"I don't have a particular type," he said. "I like a little of everything- rock, jazz, pop, oldies, classical, older than classical..." He'd been around for a good long time, so he'd listened to pretty much everthing available to hear. "And I don't hate Madonna," he clarified. "She has at least one song I like. But in general, I find her to be overrated and shameless." Smiling, Godric thought to himself that he'd have to tell Blake there was at least one other person who liked Madonna as much as he did. But he wouldn't be telling Blake that, and now Godric was back on that again. It was like all roads led to his (possibly) former friend.
"But I refuse to get into a musical debate with you," he said, knowing that people liked what they liked and conversation could get bloody real fast. "So let me ask you something, and that'll get you talking and me listening, which is how I prefer it. How did you end up here? I'm sure it has to do with your brother, or maybe it doesn't. But you know about me, who I am, why I'm in this former, and maybe still current, looney bin. What's your diagnosis, then? Why have you been committed?"
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Ric kind of sounded like Wesley. And he also sounded kinda old. But then technically Ric was younger than him, so that was just weird right? But at Ric's questions Wesley suddenly felt like he was on 'Inside the Actor's Studio' or something and he laughed along.
"Uhm. Yeah you're right. Brother. I heard he'd found himself a very cool freakshow - sorry - and I wanted a piece. To know there were other people like me, better people than me all in one place and that I could help them with my power... Jonah seemed really happy. I wanted out of New York, out of the city, out of... everywhere. I wanted something new. A new life, a new place, a new start with better friends who wouldn't judge me like other shitheads were prone to doing. Cause here we all have our flaws. We all have our vices, our needs... vampires need blood, werewolves need raw meat and shit. Fire, earth... it gave me a different perspective you know, cause I was hooked on everything. Dope, heroin, coke, acid... mostly heroin... and then a few years ago I was hooked on painkillers... realised I just wanted the pain to stop so here I am. I'm committed with the rest of you loons in a bid to try and fit in... at least I think that's why I'm here."
He paused, staring out at the road in thought. Then he added, "I don't wanna be a loser anymore." Knowing that he was getting a bit too serious and sharey, he coughed and then tried to shake himself back into his usual attitude. "Why are you here?"
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Wes was so candid, so honest. It was actually refreshing. Trying to get a student to tell you anything was nothing short of pulling teeth. Anyone who offered information freely when asked was okay in Godric's book. And he didn't mind his life at TJS being referred to as 'freak show'. Everywhere you went it was the same problems, same bullshit. This particular nut house just had magic.
His last statement, though, really struck Godric. It was just so unedited, and serious. And Godric smiled. "I'm here because I didn't want to be a loser anymore either," he confessed. "I'd spent about sixty-something years alone, not making friends, not being anybody. I just learned things and kept to myself. But it's hard to hold a job worth having when you can't go out in daylight. So I'd heard of Tiberius J. Swann from a lot of readings I'd done on supernatural history, and as it turned out, they were more than willing to take me on as staff. I've been here a couple years now, though I've only just recently stopped being a total loser. Though if you ask Peyton Billings, she'll tell you I've always been... what was it she said? I think it was 'The Shit'. She's classy, that one." But he reluctantly liked Peyton, despite the migraines she caused him.
"I don't yet know if this place is good for me or bad for me," he confessed. "But so far it's at least given me something to focus on."
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"You kidding me?" Wesley chuckled a little. "I really seriously doubt that you were ever a loser. You got everything going on for you. But I guess... sometimes even when you've got the world at your feet you still feel like a jackass doing nothing with your life. Still, if a kid barely young enough to drink tells you you're not a loser, can't really argue with that."
They were almost there and Wesley wanted nothing more than to get in, get drunk and get rid of this serious feeling. But if he got drunk he wouldn't be able to drive back, so maybe just a quick lay would suffice for this evening. He pulled into a parking lot, stopped abruptly enough so that Ric was glad he had a seatbelt.
"Welcome to naked girl paradise..."
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Godirc gave Wesley a strange, steady look. "You have some interesting theories about me," he said after a moment. What would give this man the impression that Godric had the world at his feet? Okay, so he was smart. And maybe he was handsome. That definitely hadn't helped him get anywhere in life so far.
He was grateful the car had come to a stop, and grateful more that his was fastened in. Now that they were here, though, he was becoming apprehensive. Going out with Blake had all but guaranteed that Godric would be in charge, with Blake staying close to his side. Nothing would get out of hand. Wes, though... Wes would probably throw the two of them in the middle of the action, and he didn't know if he could handle that much excitement. But it was a bit late for that now.
He followed Wes inside, looking around. Wow. This place was a lot less seedy than the one he and Blake had been to, and that place had been pretty damn nice. Wesley really knew his stuff. "I'm not sleeping with anyone," he said, as soon as they'd gotten past the doorman and were on the floor. "So no getting a private room and throwing fifteen strippers on me. Deal?"
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Wes was in his element when there were people to be admired, and there were certainly people here in abundance. Attractive was an understatement and soon, Wesley the hunter came into play. He was going to have fun tonight, and as he shimmied past a few waitresses with a smirking "Excuse me..." he lead Godric to a table not too far from the main stages.
"Oh come on where's your sense of adventure? Unless that leggy blonde of yours doesn't really agree with your leering at other women." He cocked an eyebrow, glancing at his strip partner in amusement. "Okay, fine. No private rooms and fifteen strippers..." He distracted himself a little by watching the waitresses walk by, leaning back in his chair with one foot hooked over his knee. Then he turned to Ric. "How about ten?"
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There was certainly an abundance of beautiful women, of that there was no doubt. Godric looked around, admiring. "Actually, she seems okay with it," he replied, still shocked by this fact. Georgette was a million suprises. "She's very... accepting." His head tilted, watching the woman on the main stage. Now that's what a professional was all about.
"You seem to think I'm a bit more impressive than I am," he said, waving a waitress over to order a drink. "What makes you think I can handle ten women at once?" As it turned out, Godric knew he could handle ten women at once, but Wes didn't know that.
"Rum and coke," he said to the waitress, letting Wes order before continuing the conversation. "You seem to have these wild theories about me, I'm guessing because I'm vampire. I can assure you, though, as far as people go I'm pretty vanilla."
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"Ric. You're annoying." Wesley said simply, then ordered a vodka and coke. Vodka always got him to a good point, and it didn't effect his driving too much. "You do yourself down. Just accept a fucking compliment would you? You're hot. I also think you have enough stamina to take several ladies on at once. Get a grip. Okay? You're not vanilla, you're dark chocolate."
He sniffed, looked around then continued. "I mean I'm awesome, really. I know what I can handle. Nobody can drive as fast as I can, nobody can handle a guy and a girl at the same time like I can... at the same time I know I'm fucked up and know my flaws, so if I get a compliment I grab it by the balls and juice it til it's dry. You should do the same sometimes. You're not too good for compliments, compliments are only designed so you can forget the bad shit about yourself. So unless you don't WANT to forget that bad shit... then feel free to pat me down and say you're stupid." He paused, then, as the waitress came back. "And ugly."
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"What?" he asked, taken aback. He didn't think he'd been doing anything annoying. But then Wesley explained, and he didn't know what to say. And at being called 'dark chocolate', he turned bright red. Wesley was crude and blunt and didn't care what people thought of him... it was like having every one of godric's friends rolled into one person, their personalities amplified. And then he knew for certain that he liked Wesley.
"Fine," he said, rolling his eyes as the waitress dropped off their drinks and left. "I'm a hot piece of ass who fucks like a tiger. And I know I can handle ten women at once, I've done it." He knocked back his drink, draining the glass in one go. "I'll try to just take compliments in stride, ok?" He did not take compliments well, and he never had. It always seemed like he should be doing more, working harder, that he wasn't quite far enough to accept praise. But four people now were telling him to just shut up and say thank you, so he decided to try that now. Even if he didn't believe it.
"So, here's something to get out of the way. How much trouble you plan on getting me into? I need to plan my drinking accordingly." If they were only going to be sitting near the stage and sticking bills in thongs, Godric could average about a drink every half hour. If there were going to be private dances or any such thing, he'd need to get started on that level of drunk right now.
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Wesley slammed a hand on Ric's back when he said he fucked like a tiger. "There ya go! That's more like the guy I see lurking under there, now drink your damn drink and let's get started!" He grinned at him, then sipped at his vodka and coke. At least he's got somewhere with that - even if the result was making Wesley more curious about him than it should be. Fucked like a tiger? Had ten women on the go? Wow...
"Trouble?" Wesley gave him his most innocent look, hoping it could convince him of his intentions. "Godric. May I call you God? All I am gonna do is stare at girls. Maybe participate in a little... bill clipping in the underwear area, but should I be offered a discount? I'm gonna take a private dance..."
But then the doors opened to the club and Wesley saw one hell of a guy enter looking for girls. He had black hair, tall, looked like a rocker... and suddenly Wes wasn't in the mood for girls anymore. "Especially if it's with him," he added to himelf..
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Godric smiled weakly. He wasn't drunk enough yet to divulge his secrets. And he wasn't drunk enough to buy that Wesley could even be capable of being innocent. But he listened, an eyebrow raised skeptically. "You may call me God if you wish," he grinned. That'd be pretty funny, greeting one another in the halls. Hello, Wes. Hello, God.
Godric turned to where Wes was looking, confused at first. He didn't see anything, just some guy walking in. And then it hit him- that's what he was supposed to be looking at. And then he looked at Wes again. And then he laughed. "I swear if I end up at a gay bar tonight, I'll lose my mind."
He wondered what Wes planned on doing about this gentleman. Actually, he was interested in the hunt. There was no way of Wes knowing if this gentleman was interested in men, and they were in a setting that was prodiminantly heterosexual. So how was Wes going to proceed?
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"No, no, not going to a gay bar, no need," Wesley told him. His eyes hadn't left the guy though, and as the guy met some friends Wesley found himself chewing his lip. Feeling his body react in a way which was normal for such sightings, Wesley leant back against his chair then looked back at Ric. "I'm sorry. We're here for a guy's night out, a straight guy's night out. No gayness. Alright. Turning back now..."
And as Wesley determinedly looked away from men and to the girls, he put his testosterone up a gear. "Nice..." he smirked, as one girl rotated her ass towards a lucky fuck at the front. "I'm gonna have to head over there in a minute. You up for it?"
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It was really strange saying this, but here it went... "No, it's alright. I'm used to my outings turning gay." Godric was starting to wonder if maybe it was him, if he was the catalyst that made his evenings turn out weird. Though anytime with Georgie was delightful, and completely straight. So maybe it was just him and men. Which might be saying a bit about himself.
So wait, they were going to the main stage now? Hell. "Sure," he said, leaving his empty glass on the table and getting to his feet. "I didn't come to stare at you all night."
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Wait - did he just pull a funny? "God. You disappoint me. You chat me up, you invite me here, you put naked women infront of me so I'm hard, and now you're telling me you don't want me? Harsh, man... ouch and shit." But he grinned, and moved over to the main stage, drink in hand, wooping as a girl found him immediately.
"I could do a good dance, you know," he yelled at Ric, the music was louder down here. "I can beat these girls at their own game! I just like to watch more than perform...!" But then he was being thrust at and he started bouncing along to the music. "Hell yes... have a dollar, my good bad girl..."
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"You chatted me up," he reminded Wes, but the man was already seated at the stage and had an eyeful of the woman before him. Shaking his head, Godric slipped into the seat beside him. The girl was enthusiastic, he'd give her that. She twisted and twirled to the music, either very enthralled by Wes or was damn good at pretending to be.
But then, oh, sweet Jesus. Wes was not just enjoying the show, he was actively enjoying it. Godric slouched down in his seat, both grinning and mortified. It was so funny, and yet so wrong. He'd never seen someone enjoy themselves so unabashedly before, just oblivious and indifferent to how insane they looked. Well, he'd seen it once before, with Blake and his damn Madonna. But even that wasn't this overt.
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Wesley slipped a dollar into the line of the girl's thong, giving her a wink and a little 'Call me' under his breath as he went to sit back down - but then she did an extra little trick and Wesley was impressed. "Oh... that deserves another one... and your skin is really soft so here, take five more... now be gone, go... I can't take any more of your sex, you're killin me..."
The girl actually smiled in what Wesley perceived to be a very genuine way. She knew he was jokin around, and he wanted to see the other talent on show. "I'm glad to see you grinning," he told Ric, leaning back and taking it all in. "It makes a nice change from the Angel thing you tend to do... YES that is what I like!" he called to a rather... largely proportioned brunette close by.
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Mortifying. Absolutely mortifying. And hilarious. Godric knew that coming to a place like this,. you automatically left your sense of decency at the door. How could you politely watch a woman gyrate on the floor in front of you and still act like you were a gentleman? But Wes took this idea above and beyond. He was loud, and having the greatest time ever. Godric might've been jealous if he weren't so embarassed.
"You're crackers!" he shouted to Wesley, laughing. One of the girls on stage was splayed out in front of Godric, grinning wickedly at him. He only just noticed her. He was torn for a moment. On the one hand, now that he was here, the notion of giving a strange woman money to dance for him seemed so skanky. On the other hand...
He slipped a few dollars into her g-string, smiling at her. Her skin was very soft, and she did have perfectly pouty lips. He couldn't bring himself to talk to the girls, not like Wes was doing. But it was a start.
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"I'm the best kind of crackers! Whatever the fuck that is!"
Wesley liked he was making Godric have fun. Well not making, Ric seemed to be getting into this without Wes even trying to coax him along. It certainly was a start. The rest of the room were really quiet, not doing anything, and though the music was loud Wesley would probably still be noticed by the other punters.
"Nice... yes... turn around for me?" Now he was doing requests and the girl was more than happy to oblige. Wes breathed out, admiring her. "Damn... okay back to work..." And she did get back to work, indeed. Wes turned to face Ric a little, not too far from his entertainment. "You see anyone you might like to, er...?" he left that one open ended.
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Okay, so this was fun. It was silly and sleazy and meaningless. Blake didn't get that. Wes did, and that was making this night pretty great so far. Godric watched the woman dancing for Wes, grinning and shaking his head. "No, there is no one here I'm interested in pursuing, even on a professional level." He had no plans on doing anything too personal with any of these girls, despite the leggy blonde over there who looked strikingly like Georgette. He cocked his head, watching her bend and twirl on the pole in a way that was unnatural. Hm. Maybe Georgette would be willing to try on a turqouise slip dress...
He leaned in to speak in Wes' ear. "What about you, and that guy over there? You gonna go on the prowl? Or are you sticking with lady parts tonight?"
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Wesley noted the leggy blonde in the corner, swinging round a pole like she was Jungle Jane and it was a vine... or even Tarzan come to think of it. He realised Ric was probably lusting after her cause she bore a striking resemblance to the hot chick he'd left back at home, but he wasn't going to mention it.
He sipped at his drink when Ric whispered in his ear, causing Wes to splutter laughing and send coke up his nose. Been a long time since that had happened... "Godric Slutty Witt, what you on about? How dare those words come out of your...." then he gave in. "Fine, fuck it. I'm sticking with ladies for now. Hell, they're right infront of me, but I'm gonna make a play on him right after we get out of here. If he's playing it straight then I won't get anything out of him if we're still around naked girls..."
Again Wes' eyes found the rocker guy - tall, around 6'2, modern black hairstyle, nice broad shoulders... butch but goddamn he was pretty. "Shit. I bet he's straight. My fucking luck."
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Slut? Did he just call him a slut? "First of all," he said, "The proper term is vampslut. Second, I'm not the one with my face in a stranger's... personal area." He was being very mild, especially compared to Wes' antics. He looked over at the "rock star looking guy" Wes seemed to be so taken with. Honestly he couldn't see the appeal. "Even if he's straight, maybe he'll find you so irresistable and snog you anyway." Stranger things had happened.
"I'm getting another drink," he said, getting up and heading to the bar. Truthfully, he needed a break from all the flesh. It was everywhere here, but at least out on the floor he didn't have to acknowldge or tip them. He ordered another rum and coke, looking around the place. It was not quite what he'd expected, but still nice.
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"Vampslut? Oh I see, a technical term..." He was clearly amused and didn't do a good job of hiding a grin behind his glass. Along with 'personal area' Wesley was just about ready to piss himself laughing. He was so proper! It was cute. But then Ric mentioned the hot guy and Wes sighed. "Maybe. It's happened before. I can only hope."
He raised his glass almost in salute to Ric as he went to get another drink, turning his attention back to the floor. But then he was bored. His play partner had gone, and though it wouldn't take long for him to return Wes was already getting fidgety. It took him a split second to make his decision and Wes was suddenly up out of his chair, his prime position near the front of the action. He disappeared into the crowds which had filled up the place considerably since their arrival, and he went over to seek the rock God that had so niftily caught his eye.
"Excuse me," he asked them, not just the man in particular. He was with friends, it was only right to address them. "Do any of you have a light?"
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It only made sense that the moment Godric turned to get his drink, pay for it and leave a tip, was the exact moment Wes decided to move from his spot. So When Godric looked back to the mainstage, dead center where Wes had been, he realized his companion was gone. Oh, fucker. Wes wouldn't leave him behind and drive off, would he? He didn't think so. So where had he gone? Scanning the crowd, he finally caught sight of him. Over by the rock star. Stepping out of the way against the wall, Godric watched Wes, studying his process. There was such confidence there, and it was so effortless. He was admittedly jealous.
While he watched Wes, impressed, he thought about Blake. Being here with him would've been so different, and not just because Blake would've been miserable. It would've been tense, and distracting. Godric probably never would have noticed the woman that looked like Georgie because he would've been so focused on Blake. He was thinking about what that meant, what that said about him, about his friendship with Blake. Looking over at Wesley, Godric suddenly had a bright, stupid idea. And it required Wesley. But it would have to wait until he was done doing whatever it was he planned to do.
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Wesley made smalltalk as the rock god - coincidentally the only one of the group who smoked, as Wes has expected, - fished around for his lighter. Like him, the lighter was bold, brassy and sleek and Wes obviously admired it. "Thanks, I'm so sorry to bother you - I'll bring it back to you as soon as I'm done, okay? I swear. Thank you."
Wesley retreated from the guy and made his way back around to the seat he'd left only to spot Godric leaning against the wall like a shadow, or an owl hunting for prey. "Hey, God!" Wes beamed and strolled over to him, gesturing towards the main doors. "Wanna come outside for some fresh air? Drink up, drink up..." His exchange with the dude had gone well. Now the rest of his plan would have to fall into place outside this joint.
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Well, Godric had said Wes could call him God. So even though he rolled his eyes when it was shouted across the room, he had no one to blame but himself. So he drained his glass and followed him outside, suprised that Wes was going out alone. It had seemed to be going well, since the rock star was chatting with him all friendly like. But here they were, just the two.
Once they were in the night air, Godric raised an eyebrow. "Is that your magic at work?" he teased. "Going outside alone?" Well, he wasn't totally alone. Godric was with him. But the rock star was not, and that was the point, wasn't it?
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Wes sniggered. "Patience, patience.. all in good time, you'll see."
And he would. If Wesley's plan didn't go to pieced Godric would see exactly what Wes' abilities were. They shuold classify that as a power, not healing. Once outside and further away from the joint Wesley lit up a cigarette. He took his time, breathing it in then exhaling. "Fuck. His lighter like - makes the cigarette better. Anyway. Find a girl you wanna dance for you? Or are you becoming partial to the male gender....?"
He shot Ric a cheeky look then took another drag.
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"Hm," he said, not convinvced yet. Why would a presumeably straight male leave his group of friends in a strip club to come outside and make out with a stranger? A male stranger, no less? It seemed really unlikely, so unless Wes was a miracle worker... Then again, the man had confidence, and there was something to be said about confidence.
Godric made a face at Wes. "Already told you, not getting a private dance," he said flatly. "And no, I've no interest in the male gender." Just one man in particular. Which brought him back to his stupid and brilliant idea. "So... was wondering if I could ask a favour.." This seemed like an impossible question, but then again Wesley didn't seem like the type to be fazed easily.
"But not now," he decided, chickening out for the moment. "We'll give your friend a few moments to show up. Why'd you want me out here for this, anyway?" If the guy was going to come out, and he and Wes were going to shack up, or whatever it was they intended to do, why did Godric need to be here to bear witness?
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Wesley shook his head at Ric's skepticism. "Look - he'll be out in five minutes. No more no less. I went over to ask him for a light, reminding him of his need for nicotine. It'll be bothering him now, making him aware he hasn't smoked since he arrived, and because that place orders a no-smoking rule he'll have to come out here when he's desperate enough for a cigarette. Only problem is, now I have his lighter, so he'll have to come find me. And this is supposed to be our night out, so I didn't want to leave you in there going purple and exploding."
That wasn't the only reason. With Godric there Wesley looked less like a predator, less conspicuous. But he wasn't about to tell him that. Taking a long drag, Wesley looked at Godric and paused a little. "What's this favour you want to know about? And don't tell me to wait, cause I might not end up being around after he comes out.... don't worry, I'd be like ten minutes... I wouldn't leave you here long, I'm only after a bit of mouth action."
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Actually, Wesley's method was pretty ingenious. He had to give credit where credit was due. "Alright," he admitted, "that's a pretty damn good idea. But what if he wasn't a smoker, and one of his friends were? Would you have just settled for one of them?" It was entirely possible that Wesley would. But then man seemed to know what he was doing, that much was obvious. He was a smooth operator.
Godric shook his head, laughing. "Nah, it can wait. First I want to see if this bloke actually shows, and if he does I plan on making myself scarce." He appreciated tht Wes did not want to ditch hm, seeing as they'd come together, but he also didn't want to stand around and watch the man suck face with someone, especially not another man.
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Wesley laughed. "I'm never wrong." And that was true. Well, 98% of the time Wes hit the nail on the head, and he was rarely disappointed. He was a lucky fuck in other words. But he appreciated Ric's comments on his good idea. That made him feel pretty proud.
"Look I'm not gonna do it infront of you, you see that alley? I'm gonna lure him... shit..." As Wes had predicted, the rock god came out of the club about twenty feet away, looking around for the stranger who had his lighter. Wes turned away, ran a hand through his hair, then raised his eyebrows at Godric when he heard himself being called. "Wish me luck." Then he looked back at the guy. "Hey! Yeah I have your lighter here..." and sure enough he met the guy halfway, just infront of the mouth of the alley.
He struck up a conversation, first about the lighter then about the club, and the rocker began chattering at top speed he almost rivalled Wesley.
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Godric had to admire the master at work. It had worked, totally and completely. He was both suprised and impressed. He watched Wes a moment more, then decided it was time to go back in. He didn't smoke, so standing outside felt and looked very out of place. And he wasn't going to watch them in the alley. Then again, he didn't actually want to go back inside, either. So what now?
Looking around, he decided that he would just go wander. Wes had said he'd only be about ten minutes. That was enough time to mosey over to the convenience mart a little ways away, wander about in there, then head back. Now he could think more about everything he'd been trying not to think about this evening. Or he'd just fantasize about Georgie twirling around on a stripper pole for him. That would be better.
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Wesley saw Godric start to mooch off. The rocker, whose name was a very un-godlike Liam, noticed him disappearing too and politely enquired after him. Wesley set him straight - Ric was just going off to buy some cigarettes cause Wes had almost smoked all of his and y'know he was NOT going to share, right? And then he smoked another, and they continued to talk. Wes made Liam laugh and whether Liam knew it or not he was flirting back. Wesley was even able to get him to light his cigarette for him.
Didn't take long, probably as Godric reached the convenience store, for Wesley to succeed. It was when Liam locked those blue peepers at Wesley, looking at him with curiosity. They soon found themselves in the dark of the alley, Wesley having pinned him to the wall. They were kissing each other's faces off, and once Godric returned Wesley would be quite a satisfied guy indeed.
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So, he had underestimated his walk, and arrived at the store in two minutes. Looking down at his watch, sighing, Godric sat down against the wall of the convenience mart, arms resting on his knees. Was he actually going to ask Wes to... ugh. He couldn't even think it to himself. It was bound to go wrong, it had last time and it would again. But he really needed to know. Not even wanted to, needed to. And maybe Wes would say no, and that would take care of that notion anyway.
He didn't know how long had passed, but he was tired of sitting there debating with himself. So he got up, walking slowly back to the club. He finally arrived, just in time to see a disheveled rocker walking out of the alley, straightening himself. Godric stopped, staring at him. He'd done it. Wesley had actually done it. Holy shit.
Waiting until the rocker was back inside, Godric went over to the darkened alley, smirking. "I'm impressed," he said, seeing Wes. "I didn't actually think he'd go for it."
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Wesley walked to the entrance of the alley, seeing Godric approaching him. He smiled a little but then wiped his mouth, stopping before he was fully back in the street. "Well he did - big time. He needs lessons in kissing or something, though, he was all over the fucking place." Grimacing slightly, he then lightened up and his smile broadened, nudging Godric on the arm. "Managed to make him... y'know. Without even trying. His need for strippers has now been ebbed. He'll be thinking of me all night, and questioning his sexuality but he won't even be able to get it up again for half hour. It's fucking fantastic..."
Revelling in his mini victory he then noticed Godric's demeanor. "You okay?... you seem.... off..."
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Godric could only shake his head, baffled by this guy. "I don't think I could ever just... be so sure of myself like that. I mean, I'd be too nervous he'd try to shank me. Of course, I'd win that fight, but that's barely the point." He didn't even think he could walk up to a woman and try to get her to snog in an alleyway. Knowing his luck, she'd be the only lesbian at the place and he'd feel stupid.
"Yeah, I'm alright..." Now that Mr. Rockstar was gone, there was nothing to keep him from asking. And now might be better, since they were outside and alone and all. "So, ah... I need to try something. And I require your help. It's sort of complicated, and a little strange, but... I need you to kiss me. Not want you to, mind, but need you to. If... if you would."
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Wesley had been about to strike up another cigarette but paused, the stick hanging on his lip as he stared at Godric. Was he serious? He needed him to kiss him? "Is this some kind of joke or something?" he asked, seriously, and gestured towards the strip club. "Cause if you want to impress Mr Rocker then I can always bring him back out here..."
This was confusing. "You said... I'd have a friend I didn't sleep with, I assumed that included kisses... and... well, for starters if I said yes, then what... you know, what... just what? You can't get a good idea of a kiss by not wanting it, I mean, not that I don't want to, but it's... what?"
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He hadn't expected Wesley to look so shocked. And he hadn't planned on having to actually tell him why. He was hoping this would just be one of those things Wes would just go along with without thinking about it too much. But crap. Now he had to explain about Blake.
"I'm not joking, and I've no interest in your snog partner," he said, fidgeting with the house keys in his pocket. "Okay. I'm not going to tell you his name, but... I had a friend. And I was, well, attracted to him. I've never been attracted to a bloke, you see, so it was very confusing and eventually disasterous. And you remind me a lot of him, so I was just thinking that... I'm starting to wonder about myself. And I thought if I kissed you, then I'd be able to tell if it's something about me or if it's just him."
"I don't want to, ah, do anything else with you. I just... need to see, is all." He was looking at the ground, keeping his eyes averted from Wes'. The worst he could say was no. But Wes was also quite perceptive, and there was a 90% chance he'd figure out what had happened and who it was. And that was information Godric wanted kept classified.
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Wesley had tilted his head to one side, watching Godric. Yeah he'd been able to piece some phantom bits of the jigsaw together from what he could remember and he actually suspected it was Blake to begin with. Brown eyes bored into Wes. Now this was okay, Wes didn't mind being an experiment. If it got him to kiss the vampire then he had no qualms but it was an honest question. A cry for help. Wes obviously looked happy to oblige.
"Okay. Well. If it'll help you of course I'll do it." But now he'd told him he was going to it lost element of surprise. Ric would be expecting something, expecting the quality, bracing himself for it. Wes needed that spontanaeity.
"Let me ask you one question - why do you want to kiss ME?" But just as Godric went to answer him, his mind on the reply, Wesley had pushed him back against the wall and pressed their mouths together, kissing him deeply and tenderly, hands cupping his face.
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He had figured that Wes would figure it out, and he was very happy he didn't say anything. He didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't want to think about it. But he was very grateful that Wes was willing to go with this. "Okay," he said, thinking that this was exactly how it should've gone with Blake. It should've been simple, easy, touch and go. No complications. They would do it, end it, and that was all.
The reason he'd picked Wesley was, well, because Wesley would be neutral. He wouldn't be turned off to the idea but he wouldn't expect a lifetime commitment, either. Godric was going to tell him this, but then he was up against the wall, evidently kissing Wesley. His hands were pressed against the wall behind him, his mind completely blank. It had happened so quickly, he hadn't had time to react. But okay, so, it was happening now. So now was the time to reciprocate. But he couldn't. It wasn't that the kiss was bad, exactly, it was just... strange. He couldn't even close his eyes to the kiss. Even when Wesley pulled away, he just stood there, a stunned look on his face. This was nothing like Blake.
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Wesley knew. Godric did not like guys. He liked guy. The one. The only. He wasn't gay. He wasn't even getting slightly turned on by Wesley's best kiss and when he pulled away he saw Godric's shocked reaction. It wasn't actually bothering him... but he was still a little surprised it hadn't at least got a small rise out of him...
"It's Blakecentric, isn't it?" he told him, seeming kind of accepting. If he wasn't his bag, he wasn't his bag. Bad thing was though, Ric had a soft mouth. Like, seriously. And if he'd actually kissed back perhaps Wesley might have said good kisser too. With a little sigh, Wesley stepped back a pace, releasing Godric and rubbing his lips together. "Well at least you know."
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The kiss had been a suprise. Hearing Wes guess what it was about, though, suprised him more. It wasn't just that Wes knew, it was that Wes had put a pinpoint exactly on it. It was Blakecentric. "I... guess..." he said weakly. He felt better because he knew he wasn't gay. Well, he had known before, but now it was concrete. The bad news was, this didn't fix (and further complicated) his relationship with Blake. Shit.
"Let's go back in," he decided. They'd kissed, it was done, and now he knew. Knowing didn't help much, but he had a compulsion to know everything. "I'd kind of just like to move on and forget this, and the best way I can think of is by looking at naked strange women bending themselves in ways that go against nature itself."
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Shit. Shit. Godric had a nice mouth. Now Wesley was thinking about kissing guys again JUST when he'd got it out of his system. It was time for a female touch, a female body, so the prospect of going back inside was a very good one to Wes. "Yeah. Naked girls always win. Especially if they throw their bra at you. Then you can put it on your head and make 'em laugh and if there's one thing strippers like in a guy, it's humour - you do that and you'll be guaranteed sex afterwards."
He patted Ric on the back as they walked towards the club. "Just... curious though. How was I? The kiss, I mean. I've never kissed a vampire and your lips are really soft so I was wondering..."
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Wes was good for laughs, and he was getting them now. "I've never had someone throw their bra at me. And if I had, my first reaction would not have been to put it on my head!" But he could totally imagine Wes doing that. It was a very good chance he would get to see Wes do it later. The man knew a lot about seduction, that was for sure. Godric had had his share of women, but they had always flocked to him. He'd never had to seduce anyone.
Because it wasn't Blake, and because it wasn't melt-your-mind fabulous, Godric could give actual consideration about the kiss. "It wasn't bad," he said, trying to describe it. "You were fine, I mean. Good balance of force and tease. Not overly wet, which is nice. It was just... strange. Not bad, but... not what I'm looking for."
Opening the door to the club, Godric stepped aside, allowing Wesley to enter first. "Alright then, let's see you work your magic on one of the girls, now. Patrons is small potatoes, my good sir. Can you get yourself a professional?"
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Wesley nodded. Well at least it hadn't been disgustingly horrible. He could accept that. Truth be told he was now realising how cold Ric had been to kiss, to taste. It hadn't bothered Ric until now there you had it - vampire. No blood, no warmth. Kinda kinky really, but also kind of wrong. It'd be like having sex with a dead body and... ew.
Of course he never said this to him. Once they were inside the club Wesley grinned. "Oh yeah? I take on your challenge, Mister Witt, and I take it gladly. Watch this." With that he sauntered off to front of the stage, sitting down looking disinterested in the girl that came to play. It was clearly unacceptable for her, and she began doing her damndest to get that tip. Wesley wasn't giving. Finally he got a bra in his lap - which he placed on his head and looked up at her grinning. That had been unexpected and the girl smiled, genuinely for once.
Wesley smirked, folded his arms and reclined in his seat, enjoying her show. Bra on head.
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Even if Wes had shared his morbid thoughts with Ric, he wouldn't have been offended. He knew his shortcomings as a person, and begrudgingly accepted them. On the opposite end of things, it was a little odd to kiss someone, hug someone and have it be so warm. It was always like being around a fever patient.
Godric stayed amongst the back tables, letting Wes work his magic alone. He could tell the dancer was getting annoyed, clearly not used to being ignored. Some of the girls here just got on stage, did their act, and left, not caring less if the patrons were having a good time. And then there were some girls who would have worked here as a hobby, girls who clearly craved the attention. Wes had picked an attention getter. Of course he had- Wes was a professional here.
Godric giggled at Wes and his ridiculousness. He seemed to be having a pretty good time, and just watching Wes was making Godric have a good time. This had been a pretty good idea.