Georgina Bale (bale_momma) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-03-29 20:02:00 |
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Getting Out More
Who: Georgie and Narcissa
Where: Diner in Vegas
When: March 22nd, Mid-Morning
Georgie was sitting in a diner, enjoying her breakfast at the moment. She hadn't been interested in cooking for herself today (and Tom was probably off sleeping off a hangover or something), so she didn't have to cook for him, either. Not feeling up to cooking just for one (Blake had taken off early as well), she had instead come to the diner for some ham and eggs (not green ones, thank you) and a cup of coffee. She was sitting at the bar while she was enjoying them as well, contemplating all the things that she had to get done for the day.
For once, Narcissa wasn't looking entirely like someone who just hopped off of The Misfits tour bus. The only true reminder of her wild nature obvious today were her unnaturally red hair, and the silver ring pierced through the side of her bottom lip. Striding into the diner in tight black jeans and a form-fitting grayish-blue tank top, she was talking on her cell phone, and while I'd like to say 'quietly', well... this WAS Narcissa. "Bloody hell, Gwen... if you wear a white dress even *I* will be in sodding hysterics. You're about as virginal as a brothel, dear. Yes, yes.. I know it's YOUR wedding. Just.... fine, fine. Of course, love... anything you need, you know Wesley and I will help you with. We're just happy for you. Yes, call us later, alright?" And she hung up, raising a brow at an older gentleman who'd been looking at her. "Problem, pet?"
Georgie hid a chuckle as the man quickly looked away from Narcissa. "I think he finds you a bit intimidating," Georgie said to her. "You wouldn't happen to be talking about Gwen Morrison, would you?"
Sweetly (or frighteningly to anyone NOT a werewolf), Cissa raised a brow and GROWLED. She was protective, ok? And she knew Gwen had enemies. "Depends... you a friend? Or someone I'm gonna want to trade punches with?"
Georgie shook her head, staring her right back down. She may *LOOK* harmless, but she was anything but. "You mean that my granddaughter marrying her doesn't make her a friend?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Your...." She paused, snickering then, covering her mouth with her palm. "Ok, I get the whole 'time traveling' thing, but you've got to be the most gorgeous bloody grandmother since Helen Mirren."
Georgie chuckled. "Thank you," she said to Narcissa. "Considering my daughter is barely older than my granddaughter, time traveling definitely had a hand in this." A very big hand.
Cissa extended a hand to the woman, giving that mischievous grin she was known for. "Narcissa Mareau. Gwen's... well.... soon-to-be sort-of stepmother."
"Georgina Bale," Georgie said, shaking the other woman's hand. "Pleased to meet you. Want to join me for some breakfast?"
"I'd love it. Wesley tried his damnedest to make some food, but I must say..." She laughed, giving that grin again. "Let's just say it's a good thing he's talented in other areas."
Georgie smirked. "My ex-husband wasn't even aware of the different temperatures on the stove. He thought that everything should be cooked on 'high.'" Tom wasn't known for his intelligence, though. "Let's just say that I understand."
"So... I suppose in some strange way, we're goin' to be family soon, hm?" Cissa smirked as she looked at the waiter and pointed to the bacon and eggs platter on the menu. "Wesley... isn't really Gwen's FATHER, but... he's become her dad in many ways, if that makes sense."
Georgie nodded. "I'd like to think that we'll all eventually be one big happy family," she said with a smile, and then took a sip of her coffee. "And being related by blood doesn't always indicate family, after all."
"Believe me, I understand that. My Wesley... his dad's a wanker if there ever WAS one. Messed his bloody head up more than he'll ever admit." Of course, after asking her OWN family, she'd heard about what a neurotic Nazi of a watcher Wesley's father had been...
Georgie nodded. "Proves my point even more so," she said. Of course, she was just lucky that she had a good family, even if they were a bit nutty at times.
"I think I'm the only person I know who doesn't really know anyone from your family. Met a few of them a couple times... but can't say I'm exactly CLOSE to any of them either." Which, the more Naricissa thought about it? Showed JUST how much she needed to get out more.
"Well, there are a lot of us. You're bound to meet more sooner or later." Most of her husband's relatives were quite the breeders. Not that she was exempt from that statement, either. She had three children of her own.
"Word of warning. However you're related to them? Wesley still sort of wants to gut Benjamin and Skylar. Gwen may be over it, but my darling tends to hold a grudge. Luckily it's quite hot on him." Because OBVIOUSLY that was what mattered in these situations!
Georgie chuckled. "If *I* raised Benjamin....well, I can't even blame his parents for him. They were lovely people. I'm not sure WHAT happened with him," she said with a shrug. "Just know that what Ben did does not represent all of the Bale clan." Nor were they all members of the damn werewolf mafia, either.
"I barely know him, really. I just know that when someone has a hand at all in hurting Gwen? They pretty much make an enemy for life in Wesley. There's no forgiveness in him for people that hurt Gwen. It's... sweet, in a slightly psychotic way." Leave it Narcissa to describe Wesley's mentality in a nutshell, hm?
"I can understand where he's coming from. If someone hurt MY children in the way that Gwen was hurt? I'd be less than understanding myself," Georgie admitted. "From what Blake said to me, he seems to like her, though." Or at least approves of them getting married.
"I admit: I haven't met her yet. But yeah... Wesley tells me she's actually very polite and classy." Then? A loud snort. "Well, when she and Gwen aren't shagging each other so loudly that he can barely think..."
"Yeah...I've heard them quite a bit at my home as well." Those two went at it literally like rabbits or something. "I'm glad that he likes her, though. She adores Gwen whole heartedly."
"Trust me when I say it's mutual." Cissa couldn't help but roll her eyes there. "Gwen's a bit daft when it comes to love. She just... falls like she got shot. It's like getting a sodding root canal to get her to go ten minutes without mentioning Blake in SOME way. So sweet it makes me wanna dowse m'self in petrol and light myself on FIRE." Yep. This one was gonna have a VERY romantic wedding, wasn't she?
Georgie laughed again. "Admittedly, sometimes I feel the same way about Blake...although not quite as graphic, I must add," she said, smiling. "It's young love, though. It's very hard to compete with that."
"I just hope for Gwen's sake this one lasts. Poor thing's had her heart broken too many times for a kid so young. I mean, she's already been married and had her wife cheat on her then leave her. Last thing I want is for the girl to end up in a bell tower with a bloody rifle..." Cissa grinned and dug into her food as it was set down in front of her. "Ahh... I love Wesley, but I almost forgot what real breakfast food smells like."
"I had to learn how to cook just to make sure that my ex-husband would stop trying to kill me with his," Georgie admitted. "And, as far as I'm concerned, I really think that Blake and Gwen are perfect for each other. I don't see anything separating them."
"Yeah... I hope so. She and Wesley are... kind of symbiotic. If one's unhappy, they BOTH are. And I'd rather have a happy Wesley, even if Angry!Wes tends to be rougher in bed." Yes, Cissa. Let's discuss this with a TOTAL STRANGER.
Georgie chuckled. Being in the Bale family, pretty much everything just rolled off of her. "Hopefully we can keep everyone happy and not have to deal with any angry people any time soon."
"Yeah, well... with this group? I doubt that'll last too bloody long. But it'll be fun while it lasts, hm?" Cissa laughed and then... paused, thinking about something. "You into rock music at all, mate?"
Georgie nodded. "I am...but my tastes run a little older than what's playing in clubs now." She had went to many a concert with Tom back in the day. "Why do you ask?"
"Bein' honest here... it's been brought to my attention that I have pretty much zero friends outside of Wesley and Gwen. Which brings me to the awkward place of askin' if you'd wanna check out a show or somethin' with me sometime. Hang out, as it were." Oh, now THIS? THIS was awesome. Not often did we get to see Awkward!Cissa...
"Because I have a ton of friends outside of my ex-husband," Georgie admitted. At least she was honest here. "I'm sure we can find some sort of concert that we'd both enjoy going to."
"Besides, I'm sure together, we can come up with a lot of stories to torment the girls with to offset their sexual escapades..." Uh-oh. Narcissa? JUST MAY HAVE A POINT.
Georgie actually laughed. "My ex has so many stories that can trump anything those two can come up with," she said, shaking her head. "He seems to have no problem sharing them, either." The fact that he told Neely's wife how they got her name? Lovely. Really.
"Mind if I ask you a question, love?" Cissa asked, raising a brow curiously.
"Sure. Go for it," Georgie said to her.
"You're kind of... obviously still crazy about him. How is it he's your EX?" Hey, she'd mentioned him TONS of times now, ok?
"We work a lot better when we're not living together," Georgie admitted with a simple shrug. "Plus, he has the maturity of a twelve year-old boy." Sad but true. Probably why she had never really bothered to date someone else, though. They still loved each other. They just couldn't LIVE together without wanting to kill one another.
"Ah. Well... that's got to be fairly awkward. Lucky you." Narcissa gave a wry snort and finished the last of her breakfast, tossing a few bills down on the bar to pay for it. "Here..." The redhead jotted her number down on a piece of paper and slid it to the blonde. "Gimme a call soon... we'll get together or something."
"Delightfully so, but I deal," Georgie said with a smile. She took the number and put it in her pocket. "I'll make sure that we get together soon."