Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-12-05 19:58:00 |
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Hanging with the Future Wife
Who: Wesley and Narcissa
Where: Avarice II
When: Friday Night, 12/3
Proof and show of true love for Narcissa, Wes was sitting in Avarice II yet again. Of course, he was on his third beer, so he was feeling pretty mellow. At least this place was run by people who knew to keep more than American beer behind the bar, as he was drinking a good British beer. "So, love, why did you want to come here tonight, other than to watch me squirm?" he asked.
"Because the music is good, the booze is strong, and frankly? I feel like out with you. So... learn to deal with it." The woman snorted, rolling her eyes as the light glinted a little off of her lip ring. She really WASN'T what one would envision out with Wesley: she had on black vinyl pants, knee-high combat boots, and a skintight Friday The 13th tee-shirt, her dark red hair in a long braid.
And yet she was all he wanted, as far as a mate/girlfriend/fiance/wife was concerned. "Suppose I'll just deal with it then," he said with mock exasperation, taking another sip of his beer. "At least this place is nice enough to keep good stuff around."
"Exactly. Beats a lot of the dives I've seen in this bloody place, I'll tell you that much..." She said as she absently took the cap to her bottle and... yes... whipped it out into the dancing masses. Nice.
"I admit one thing about the Bale family that's good," he said with a slight smirk. "They know how to run a decent club, music aside." He just wasn't a metal fan. Go figure. He chuckled when her bottle cap smacked someone on the head. "Aren't you charming?"
"Of course I'm charming. One of the reasons you love me, dearest." She said with an ironic snicker. "So, are you over the fact that Gwen is... becoming slightly mature? I never thought I'd live to see the day, actually. And technically, I didn't."
He nudged her slightly when she brought up the fact that, technically, she didn't live to see it. He was still mostly blocking it out now. "She is starting to mature, at least in certain ways. The more important ones."
"Such as no longer leaving sex tapes in your VCR, I hope?" And then? The zinger. "Of course, if you'd finally give in and admit VHS is dead, we could avoid that totally..."
"It wasn't yet while they were still doing it," Wesley said, making a slight face at the thought. "I think Gwen and Blake are thinking of using a camera and wall papering my walls instead now." He hoped they'd forget that idea.
"The girl is inventive, I'll give her that..." She snickered, trying not to laugh but failing miserably. "We really need to do something with them. I need to get to know Blake, if we're all going to be such big parts of one another's lives..."
"I don't know Blake quite as well as I'd like...but she actually came to me before asking Gwen to marry her to ask my permission," he said with a slight smile. "I like her, even if she is part Bale." OK, his Bale bashing was MOSTLY for fun now. Mostly.
"Now there's some high praise indeed..." She smirked, shrugging a little. "Frankly, if we were still around the girl, I'd still like to smack Skylar in the face with a 2x4." Heh. That Narcissa, what a lady, huh?
"She's lucky I didn't bloody shoot her or Ben," Wesley said, actually completely serious about that part. If his own psyche had been *slightly* less repaired, he would have in a heartbeat. "Lucky for them we aren't, though."
"Really. Because I'm not entirely above setting fire to that club of theirs, you know. Even if it WOULD get us barred from this one." She said, sweetly protective of Gwen, even in whatever timeline she came from,.
"I doubt they would be the only ones angry over that," Wesley reminded her. "Gwen would actually get upset over that. I think her girlfriend's mothers, or the younger versions, anyway, live in the apartment above it."
"We live in a bloody daytime soap., I swear." Narcissa laughed loudly, looking upward. "Maybe one of us needs to become a vampire or a werewolf or something. Fit in better."
Wesley snorted. "I'd rather not, thanks," he admitted. "I like you just the way you are." Plus, he knew that a soulless version of himself might turn out far more wicked than anyone would want, and not in a fun way.
"Maybe a Mummy then? Oooo... that's it. We'll be a Mummy and a Frankenstein monster. Entirely original." She said, keeping a straight face as she made the suggestion.
He laughed. He couldn't help it at that point. "God, I don't think we can just 'become' a Frankenstein monster." Was it sad that his inner book nerd was relieved that she didn't say 'Frankenstein' and instead remembered to put in the monster part? Yes, but it's why we all love Wes.
"Well." She huffed, kicking him playfully in the shin under the table. "Excuse me for trying to be more original than most of the sodding idiots we know. See if I care."
He jumped just a tad when she kicked him. "We can always turn into some sort of half-demon," he told her. "Apparently that can happen from time to time."
"I would make a right sexy demon, you know." She said without a trace of teasing. "Like something out of a bad horror movie."
He chuckled. "Like something Gwen forced me to watch? Well, can't say I'd complain too badly about that." It was a nice visual. "Just remember not to kill me, if you please."
"I saw one called Return of the Living Dead 3. Pierced-up zombie girl, hot enough to almost make me briefly hop the bloody fence..." Dear god, Cissa...
He just laughed when she said that. "I think I've seen that one, honestly," he admitted after thinking about it for a moment. He was pretty sure Gwen had made him watch that once.
"So... THIS version of you watches zombie movies?" She clasped her hands comically in prayer. "God truly loves me."
He laughed. "Not always willingly, but I will and not completely run away, yes." He certainly found them to be a bit unrealistic, but that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy one every once in a while.
"So... Any desire to take me home and let me find out if this version of you has any OTHER surprises in store for me?" She asked with a small lilt to her voice, trying not to smirk.
He chuckled, raising a hand to flag a passing waitress. "Can we pay our tab please?" he asked simply, before sharing a playful look with Narcissa.
"Fine, fine. Find the bird you need to pay and let's get out of here. I'm getting a little wound up." She wagged her eyebrows at him with a wicked laugh. "And in case the 'me' that you were with last time was different? That means I'm gonna wear you OUT tonight."