Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-09-03 19:32:00 |
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Current location: | Wes and Gwen's Home |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | narcissa mareau, wesley wyndam pryce |
Quiet Evening
Who: Wesley and Narcissa
Where: Wes and Gwen's Home
When: Aug. 31st, Evening
Wesley was silently thanking any god listening that he had no sense of smell that could pick up such sensitive things as what Gwen and Blake seemed to joke about all the time, or he might have burned his own house to the ground by now. Like they had been doing to Neely in LA, they seemed to be having sex on every piece of furniture in the house. He was just glad that he had taken to locking his bedroom door, or he'd never get to sleep thinking of the fact that they had probably had sex on his bed. Still, right now he wanted to push Gwen having sex OUT of his head and replace it with thoughts of Narcissa, since she was supposed to be coming over soon. Having shooed Gwen away (probably to have sex elsewhere with said girlfriend), he had ordered in a dinner for him and Narcissa and was now waiting for her to arrive.
"Wes?" Cissa knocked on the front door, hilariously looking more like some trashy call-girl than a watcher, decked out in a black vinyl miniskirt, black fishnets, knee-high Docs, and a blue, second-skin tank-top with a photo of Sub Zero from Mortal Kombat on it. "Open the sodding door already..."
He ran from the kitchen to the door, opening it up and smiling at her. It must have been from seeing Gwen and her friends dress like that so often that he barely noticed it now. "Hi," he said, smiling at her. He stepped aside so that she could come in.
Stepping in, she stopped long enough to grab the front of his shirt, pulling him in for a long, yet kind of sweet, kiss. "Missed you, love..."
"Missed you, too," he said to her, kissing her back. He led her into the kitchen where, at the table, he had the food set up. "I figured that you hadn't eaten dinner yet," he said to her.
"I am hungry..." She said, that Cheshire grin returning. "Although,... food wasn't exactly what I had in mind. It'll do in a pinch though..."
He laughed. "Well...we can do THAT later," he said to her. Sad how much he opened up around her like he really did with no other woman. "Wouldn't want you passing out from lack of food in your system, though."
"Yes, because clearly I'm starving here." She shot back rather cheekily, sitting down at the table. "Thank you though. This is all... very nice of you. And rather unexpected."
He slapped her on the bum right before she sat down. "You're welcome," he said with a slight smile as he sat down across from her. "It wasn't much to do at all, though." He had at least ordered nice food, though.
"So, I got a call from Gwen this morning... always an interesting way to start your morning..." She said, cutely enough with that same affectionate annoyance she had towards the girl in this reality as well.
"Really?" He could only imagine what Gwen would call about. "I have to ask: what on earth did she want to talk about so early in the morning?" Before noon was early for Gwen most days.
"She seems to be taking quite well to this leader thing... she found some 'bitchy little hard-ass' of a slayer, in her words, who is wary of working with a watcher." She cutely scowled then, "and apparently she thinks I'm perfect for her. Which... I have yet to decide if that's a compliment or not."
"I think in her version of the world, it is," Wesley joked. "I'm sure she means well, anyway." She probably did, anyway. "Did she tell you anything about this Slayer? Like, a name maybe?" He had ran into one during his first days in Vegas, after all, that sounded like that. Maybe it was her?
"Said the bird's name is Gypsie. Sounds more like a stripper name if ya ask me, but... nobody did." She shrugged. "Anyway... sounds like yer little girl is growin' up, Wes..." She was teasing him, clearly... but she WAS happy for him, as she knew how much Gwen and her happiness meant to him.
He nodded. "I think I met her, actually," he told her. "Gypsie, that is. My first few days in Vegas, when I was still looking for somewhere to live, I found a girl who was living in a motel who went by that name and slew vampires. I can't imagine THAT many demon hunters running around with a name like that.
"Exactly. Still say it sounds like a stripper name. Hopefully she's not as bad as Gwen made her sound. I really don't want a fixer-upper..." She sighed, hoping that for ONCE she got a Slayer that she easily bonded with.
"It does kind of sound like a stripper name," he admitted. "And she was reluctant with me as well, but she was good at what she did, even without training, so you'd at least be starting with a good Slayer, slaying wise."
"Plus, I'm getting it on with the big boss around here, so... that should go a ways toward getting me things I want..." She grinned with a wicked laugh, that lip ring adding a bit of mischief to it.
He laughed. "True, but if you *could* do this girl some good, maybe even make her trust us, then you would be doing a world of good."
"Well. I'll certainly give it a try. Worst-case, she hates me, I want to punch her in the throat, I come crying to you and we get her someone else." Ah, yes. Narcissa, ever the optimist.
He nodded. "Good point," he said. "Hopefully it'll work out a little better than that." Then again, he didn't remember her having much of any luck with Slayers in the past. Maybe this would be the right one for her.
"Part of me wants to ask you to go clubbing with me... but then the part of me kicks in that knows you like clubs about as much as you like the black plague..." She snorted, throwing her head back a bit
He rolled his eyes. "I've been to plenty of clubs." Had he gone to a lot with her in her reality? Probably just the Bronze, if he remembered Sunnydale correctly. "Or did 'the wife' keep me in before?"
"Well. You WERE quite whipped, if I do say so m'self..." She smirked, shaking her head in a mocking manner. "You were so completely her bitch in some ways."
"Good lord, this woman either had loins made of gold or I was a complete wuss," he muttered, more to himself than said to her. Apparently he had more balls in this reality than that one.
"Well. Regardless. You're mine now. And any bitch tries to come between us? I'll give her an old-fashioned London ass-whipping." Aww. That was... oddly sweet.
He snorted. "Like I'd want anyone else, really." It had been his problem the entire time she was gone, actually. Deep down, he couldn't BE with anyone else. It didn't work, no matter what ghost was telling him.
"I'm very much liking this version of you, ya know." She admitted with a wide grin. "Not that you didn't have a backbone there, because ya did... but you seem much more... free-spirited here."
"Well, other than you and Gwen, I didn't have much in the way of influences here," he told her. Apparently this caused him to develop a sense of humor...or something.
"I suspect I need to meet the new lady in Gwen's life. It's still gonna feel... off not seeing her with Skylar." So she was still adjusting to this new place. Give her a fucking break, ok?
He nodded. "It still feels a little strange to me," he admitted. "Then again, I went through the entire break up with her, and all that entailed, so it's different." He smiled. "Blake's a good girl, and I think a good match for her."
"Still can't believe Skylar's a bloody slayer in this world. Where I'm from, she probably couldn't have fought her way outta a wet paper sack." Blunt? Yes. But again... Narcissa? Called it like she saw it.
"She only uses it for her own needs in this world," he told Narcissa. "I don't think she's ever patrolled at all, or much." His memories of her being a Slayer before Gwen disappeared for a while were blurred at best.
"Oh. Bloody lovely. So she's still useless... just useless WITH powers." Jeez. Cissa had nothing personal against Skylar... she just tended to talk shit on, well, pretty much EVERYONE.
He actually did have stuff against her, but whatever. He didn't wish death on her, at least, unlike SOME people. "Pretty much," he told her. "I wish I remembered better, though. It's hard to tell which memories are real and which ones aren't, sometimes." He sometimes wondered if the reality they were in NOW was the offshoot and the one Narcissa came from was the right one. Then again, in that one, he had been made a little crazy by an attack from a vampire, so maybe it was for the best that he was here now.
"Damn... so Gwen really did what she told me about? Had to tie the entire timestream together like a frayed string?" The whole concept of that still baffled her. "It's like some comic book story come to life..."
"I almost think a part of her thought of it that way at first," he admitted. "Then she realized that I'm a bloody drunken mess without her around to kick me in the ass and make me act right." Sadly, this was kind of true. "I don't seem to function well without the two of you around."
"Well... not a worry you gotta have anymore, love." She reached over and caressed his cheek lovingly. "I don't plan on going anywhere... and I think we're both stuck with Gwen now..."
He smiled. "Good," he told her. He really didn't like being an alcoholic drunken mess, actually. Plus, it made him smell bad. No one likes a smelly drunk.