tara diana smith (tardiss) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-06 23:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gwen stacy (ghost spider), tardis |
Who: Tara and Gwen
When: Backdated to early last week.
Where: Gwen and John’s place
What: Not being awkward
Rating: PG!
Status: Complete
Gwen sent Tara a text, insisting that the other girl come over for dinner. She wasn’t sure where John was, but knowing him he’d make an appearance. Gwen just wanted to make sure that things weren’t awkward with her bff after the drunken mini-make-out session they shared at the Luau.
She cooked fajitas, and had everything ready to eat. It’d been a few days, so she was considering alcohol again. Okay, more than considering. She’d opened the box of wine and was sipping, leaning against the counter and listening to music coming through the speakers of her laptop.
Tara had had a bit of a stressful day at work, and was not looking forward to cooking dinner at home. When Gwen had texted her, she’d mentally fist pumped and immediately texted back a capslocked, excited reply.
Having driven over, Tara was by right around dinner time. She knocked on the door, crossing her arms over her chest as she waited for Gwen to admit her.
Gwen brought the second glass of wine she’d poured to the door, then answered it and grinned, holding out Tara’s drink to her. “Come in come in. It’s cold out there.” Well, California cold. Nowhere near the New Jersey colds that she grew up with.
“Oh! Thanks,” Tara took the glass offered to her. And then wrapped Gwen in one of her signature ‘you are my best friend and you are awesome’ hugs, which were only different from regular hugs because she wiggled a bit during it. John liked those hugs.
“I didn’t bring you anything this time! I’m sorry,” she admitted, pouting (not committed to the pout though) slightly. “What have you been doing all day? It smells fantastic in here!”
Oh, yeah. John definitely would like being hugged and wiggled against. Gwen liked it, too, though probably for different reasons. “That’s all right, silly.” Gwen said, shaking her head and pulling Tara into the apartment.
“I made fajitas! strips of chicken and veggies sauteed with some Mexican seasonings, and we wrap them in a tortilla.” She paused. “I don’t have any sour cream or anything, but there’s some cheese if you like that.” She led the way into the kitchen to show off her cooking skills.
“Oooh,” she hummed, following after Gwen while sipping at her drink. Okay, she might have gulped it just a bit. “I adore fajitas! And cheese and chicken and veggies and tortilla!” Because she felt like she needed to express her love for all of those things. It’s Tara, she’s a bit intense.
She was totally going to stuff herself.
There was plenty for them both to stuff themselves, and for John to, too, when he came home. Whenever that would be. Gwen beamed and pulled out some plates, then gulped from her own glass. “Serve up while it’s still hot!” She said, and then did so herself.
Yummmo.
John would be along whenever. Tara didn’t tend to keep track of him too well. She was too busy keeping track of herself, to be quite honest. Or maybe it was not keeping track of anyone? “Yay!” she chimed, grabbing her plate as she set her glass on the counter. She made her first fajita, though she was probably putting way too many toppings on it. It was going to fall apart all over her, most likely. Folding it up, she made a face of concentration. Then declared:
“They should make these things bigger. To let more delicious in.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more.” Gwen’s sleeves were pushed up to her elbows. She just knew that she was going to make a bit of a mess as all the fajita spilled out the sides of her tortilla, so she prepared ahead of time. Wouldn’t want to get anything on her sleeves.
She filled up her own tortilla, then moved to sit at the table. “...Though, I suppose the smaller they are, the more you can eat before you get stuffed. So, that’s a plus.”
Tara, in general, was the type of person to not get worried about messes. She’d been the type of kid that laundry detergent was made for. Especially the kind that advertises doing well with mud. “But if you want to eat it all at once, you just can’t!” she said, sounding more British in her distress at the situation. She followed Gwen to the table and sat, picking up a piece of chicken that had fallen out and making work on that.
“In any case, they should. How are you? How is work?”
Gwen started to stuff her face. She couldn’t help herself. She was starving and the food was good. She may not have been an excellent cook, but there were a few meals that she could make fairly well. This was one of them. She didn’t speak with her mouth full, but almost.
“It’s good. Though... it’s weird. I’ve had some weird dreams lately.” She said, then swallowed and reached for her glass. “Involving my ex-boyfriend, and swinging from spider webs around New York.”
“Swinging... from spider webs,” Tara repeated, eyebrows lifting sky-high. She just sort of stared at Gwen for a bit. Unendingly curious, she urged her to “Go on.” While she grinned. This sounded like a great adventure.
Gwen paused for a moment. “All right, but you’re going to think I’m crazy.” She said. “In my dreams, I’m the same me, I’m Gwen Stacy, and my parents are the same, but I met a boy in high school named Peter Parker--the same Peter Parker that I was pretty serious about in college--and it turns out he was a masked vigilante with superhuman abilities given to him by a bite from a genetically modified spider.” Okay, that sounded ridiculous.
Yes, it sounded a bit ridiculous. But Tara was all about ridiculous. Her mouth (free of food thankyouverymuch) was hanging open, eyes wide, eyebrows still raised. “That sounds...” she drifted off for a moment, letting her mouth close. “Bloody amazing! Does-- Is the Peter Parker here able to do that? I would very much like to see that!”
“No, I don’t think Peter Parker here swings around from spider webs on the tops of buildings.” Gwen said with a little chuckle, shaking her head a little. “I’ll ask him next time I see him at work, though. Maybe he does when he thinks no one’s looking?” She grinned a bit, then started in on her food again.
“Well that’s just too bad!” Tara announced, pouting just a little. She really wanted to see a web-slinging superhero around town. Wouldn’t that just be so fun? “Perhaps he likes to keep it a secret, yes. If you ask and he does, I’ll have to come visit you at work and see for myself!” And that was that. She would not be denied.
“Well, they call it a secret identity for good reason.” She said, grinning, then lit up like a Christmas Tree. “You’re going to come visit me at work? Really? Oh, I can’t wait! I can show you all around my floor at Stark.” Gwen was now very excited about the prospect. Tara was her sister/bff afterall.
“Yes! Please, I would love that!” Tara said, taking a sip of her wine, eyes still alight with wonder. “I’ve always wondered exactly what you do. It all seems so... full of science. Which really is just magic that’s been proven true.” She didn’t know where she’d gotten that line from, but she was sure it had something to do with her dreams.
“Do you have any of those lab rats? I would love to see some of those!” She grinned brightly at her best-sister-friend-ever.
“No!” Gwen said, shaking her head. “I work in IT, we don’t do experiments on lab rats. But I think... well, it’s possible that Peter has some. I can ask him.”
Tara finished up her fajita, and was grinning. There were still scraps of sauces and ingredients all over her plate, but she really couldn’t eat anymore. If she tried, she might just explode from it all.
“I’ll come visit. Next week? I’ll take a day off,” she said, rising to put her dishes and things away. She turned back, retrieved her wine glass and smiled at Gwen. “Let me know when you’re free.”
“I will. I’ll text you.” Gwen said, then finished the last of her food, too, and stood to put the dish in the dishwasher. “Now, though, I’m ready to go sit in front of the television and veg out for a couple of hours.” With wine. Lots of wine.
Lots and lots and lots of wine. Tara grinned brightly at that. “Yes please!” she was always for vegging out. Especially when it involved her best friends. “Can we watch a pirate movie?”
“For you, Honey, we can watch two.” Gwen said, beaming.