Patience Kowalski (times_bitch) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-01-25 16:58:00 |
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Current location: | Wes and Gwen's Home |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | gwen morrison, patience kowalski |
Meeting Up With the Bestie
Who: Gwen and Patience
Where: Wes and Gwen's Place
When: Jan 20th, Afternoon
"Aw, for... Fuckin' A, Wesley...." Gwen muttered to herself as she picked up a dirty dish that had been left on the dining room table. And yes, Gwen was talking to herself. "I know you had to run off to see your little Punk Princess, but do you HAVE to just drop everything and leave?" She shook her head, still grinning about it though. She DID love seeing him so happy and... spontaneous again. Dressed down in cut off sweatpants and a Broken Sunrise tee with the sleeves removed, the slayer put the dish in the sink and padded back into the living room to watch TV.
Patience couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that she was THIS freaked out about seeing her best fucking friend. It wasn't anything that she had done, either. It was about 'fake' Patience, once again, and the trail of hell that she had blazed before her. Still, gotta suck up it, be a grown up (of sorts), and show that she wasn't the same person. Walking up to Gwen's door, she knocked. "Open up, bitch!" she yelled through the door. "I got some explainin' to do!" She yelled the last part in a faux-Lucille Ball voice.
Gwen snorted when she heard that voice. Hopping up to get the door, she opened it up, and her jaw dropped when she noticed the small differences. Yes, most people wouldn't notice even ONE of them. But this was Gwen's best friend, AND her first love. Jesus Christ. Pat really WASN'T just crazy and making this shit up. "PK? And... you're... like... totally human again?"
Patience grinned at her. OK, so at least Pat really *had* made the call she asked him to before she came over and explained some shit. So, this was going to be a lot less messy. "Yeah, bitch. This me always was human, you know?" she pointed out. "You gonna let a bitch in or am I gonna have to kiss you to make you move?"
"God, I wish you could. BUT!" She held up a finger, cutely. "No Gwen!Kissage in this reality, babe. Sorry." TOTALLY sorry, but... no way. Uh-uh. "Hugs I can handle. Now get in here, babe."
Patience cracked up. "So I was told. I was gonna use it to shock you into moving," she said with a grin, reaching over and giving Gwen a big hug just the same before walking inside. "So, tell me about the new chicka! I don't have to ask if she's hot, so what's she like?"
"Alright, alright... sit your ass down. We'll talk about Blake in a few. FIRST you're gonna tell me what you remember from before you... were here." Ok, so she wanted to know if Pat's suspicions were right... if maybe THIS was the Patience that had been first taken from them.
Patience rolled her eyes but sat down just the same. "I was actually on my way to walking to Pat's house when I kinda just...well, poofed, for lack of a better word," she said with a shrug. "I've been around here for like, six months, and thinking Pat was off having his life and baby with some fake ass Patience or something. That sucked SO hard!"
"Jesus. Well.. I mean... what were we like, where you're from? Me and Pat, I mean." She probed a little, trying to determine if this had ANYTHING to do with her time as a timelord.
"Well...you were...YOU. Pat was with me just quitting teaching, and you were with Gemma. You still got the British guy as your Watcher dude?" God, she really WAS behind, wasn't she?
"Gemma? Really?" Holy hell. This was right where THEIR Patience disappeared. If so, then Gwen was off the hook, as this was far before SHE was mucking with time. "And yeah... Wesley... he's kinda like my dad now. My real dad ended up kicking me out."
Patience scrunched up her face. "Really? Fucking asshole," she muttered. "Whatever, though. You actually look like you're doing pretty fucking great for yourself, though." She paused and looked around the room.
"Well... it wasn't like this. Not for a while. You missed the AWESOME part, where I almost drank myself to death, and ate so little I looked like a white Ethiopian." Oh, god, Gwen...
"Oh my god...what the hell happened? Was that when your dad kicked you out?" Poor poor Patience. Jesus CHRIST she missed a lot in their lives, didn't she?
"Did... um... did Long Dong Silver tell you I was married for a while?" Gwen asked with a bit of a wince.
Patience couldn't help but laugh at her name for Pat, but then she took a deep breath so that she could calm down. "Yeah, he explained some things. Was it related to that?" God...just thinking of Gwen married made Patience's head spin in weird ways.
"Yeah. Juuuust in case you AREN'T the same PK I knew in Sunny D... remember The Bronze? Was there a guy that co-owned it? Benjamin Bale?" Oh dear... now THIS? Was trudging up some bad memories. But she needed to square all this away early.
She nodded. "Yeah, he and his siblings took over after the first owners got taken out, right?" she asked. Then she put it together. Why she'd be asking if she remembered this random dude from Sunnydale. Her mouth dropped open. "Holy SHIT. Did he and your wife fuck?"
"Ohhhh yes. Funny story there. THEY ended up getting married. And now? I'm with a girl FROM HIS FAMILY." Gwen said, almost facepalming there. "Life, ain't it hilarious?"
Patience's eyes widened. "This place really is like, Incestuous Dating R Us, ain't it?" she asked Gwen. "Seriously, what the fuck?"
"Well... at least I'm in a good place now. When... when Skylar fucked me over... I was so lost. Other!you had Pat, Iris had her man... I had NOBODY. So I drank. And drank. And drank more."
"God...I wish I coulda been there for you," she said to Gwen. "And who the hell is Iris, anyway?" Ugh...didn't Patience know ANYONE but Gwen and Pat back then?
"Oh. Heh. Um... after you, um... poofed?" Gwen said with a nervous laugh. "He started layin' pipe with a girl he'd met who was a fan of his old band. And... yeah. That's Iris. She's ended up becoming a really good friend."
Patience thought on that for a moment and then shrugged. "K..." she said finally. Hey, she wasn't there, so she couldn't fault him, right? "That the one he was married to for a while before other!me?"
"Yep. That's her. Gorgeous as HELL, too. Seriously. DAMN." Come on, Gwen still found women hot! "God, I can't believe it's YOU. I mean... I got TWO versions of my bestie now, and a hot-as-fuck fiance, my life suddenly rocks again."
Patience laughed. "Glad both of our lives are on the upswing right now," she said with a grin. "Fuck, I was fucking homeless until I ran into Pat. It's kinda hard to get like...ID and shit when there's a you already running around, you know?"
"You should have looked me up or something! God, to think you were out there while I was sitting here doing fuck all to help..." Damn... Gwen felt horrible now.
"Dude, I didn't know you were here! When I realized Pat was in LA, I just kinda assumed you were, too. NO ONE was in Sunnydale, anymore. It's not like I figured out to just pick up a telephone book," Patience pointed out.
"Well... Look, either way. You're mine now, got it?" Gwen asked, possessively. Hey. Other!Patience had her own thang goin' now. New friends, new relationships... THIS one still NEEDED her.
This one really DID still need her, after all. She reached over and hugged Gwen again. "So...when am I gonna meet your other half, anyway?" she asked.
"Very soon. Trust me. Word of warning..." Gwen added with a smirk, knowing what she was probably thinking: "she doesn't share. And... neither do I."
"Yeah, Pat warned me of that, already," Patience said with a slight pout on her face. "So, no more Gwen!fun times, but as long as you're happy, I'm happy for you."
"Sweetie..." Gwen sighed, reaching out to lay a palm on Patience's cheek. "I finally am. I waited so long for you to... love me the way I loved you, and it never happened. And I get it. You had Pat. He's your soulmate. I get it now. Because Blake is just... She makes me feel like I MATTER."
Patience reached up and squeezed Gwen's hand. "I'm so glad you finally found someone that made you feel like how Pat makes me feel," she said with a grin. "They way they can look at you like you're the only person on the planet, right?"
"God, yes. I see her looking at me and it just... makes me feel like nothing exists but me and her." And, lest we forget who this IS here... "Plus? God, she's fucking amazing in bed. I swear, she's pure sex."
That just made Patience crack up. "Well I wouldn't imagine you hanging with a dead fish in the sack," she pointed out ot her friend.
"Also?" Yeah, since these two both perfected AND enjoyed the fine art of oversharing... "She has the hottest, gushiest, messiest orgasms EVER. God. I get all turned on THINKING about it."
"Oh my god, really?" God that did sound hot. "Damn, you are a lucky girl there, aren't you?"
Only these two, hm? "Well, considering you have a guy with a dick the size of a Buick, I'd say we're equally lucky."
Patience snorted. "Very true, there. Not like I lost anything, after all."
"Between us? I freely admit *I* miss sex with Pat sometime. Fuck, girl... Like any other guy could ever compare after being with HIM?" Gwen laughed, shaking her head. "And people wonder why I stuck to girls after him."
"Nah, I'm sure everyone's heard about him." If only she knew, right? "How could a guy compare after Pat? Really?" She didn't think anyone could, after all.
"Idea!" Oh no. Like this could end well. "We're going out and getting tats together. And we're gonna surprise Pat by getting your tongue pierced."
"That sounds like an AWESOME idea," Patience agreed, nodding her head. "What kinda tats are we gonna get? Like, just names or what?"
"No idea what, yet... Just some hot shit to surprise our honeys with." Gwen beamed, eyes twinkling. See: Gwen with money? Never a good thing.