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I'm goin' back to Hell-A

Mar 04, 2005 18:28

After Sunndy-D became a great big hole in the ground, Robin and I decided to go on a little roadtrip. We ended up in Cleveland, and even though things were pretty chill between us, somethin' was missin'. Sure, he was hot and all, and yeah, he and I had some wicked juicy sex, but it didn't feel right. So, after a few months of tryin' the whole ' ( Read more... )

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_badass_slayer_ March 9 2005, 02:45:52 UTC

Wes is all sprawled out on the wicked lookin' red sofa, ramblin' about this and that. I know I'm supposed to be listenin' to what he's sayin', but I can't stop starin' at his long legs. Okay, and maybe what's in between his legs, too.

"...And they assign psychotic little wus--weasels to work with your gi--with your friend, and he screws things up. First the party. Then the expertiment."

"Psychotic weasels, huh? Sounds fun." I stagger over to the couch, ploppin' my ass down next to him. Since we've just about cleaned out the bar, we can yammer all night 'til we pass out.

"You know what? This scotch is bloody lovely."

Oh, yeah. And, I definitely should get Wes drunk more often. I'm sayin' this like I'm stayin' or somethin'. Am I gonna stay? I was plannin' on droppin' in, gettin' my freak on, makin' sure things are five by five with Wes and me, and takin' off...to wherever. But, now? I'm not sure what to do.

"So...your turn. What's it like working for the new Council? Being a Slayer among many?""Well, first of all. I ( ... )

gfs_wesleypryce March 9 2005, 22:33:54 UTC

So Faith doesn't consider herself part of the recos--reconstu--the new Council. Intresting. And the idea of her playing the "good girlfriend" makes me snort into my scotch. Definitely not her. Besides, makes me think of my mum and how she's always the "good wife" to father dearest because it's expected, not because she wants to be anymore.

That seems to have sobered me up a little. Father always was like a splash of cold water on the face. I take another deep draught of the scotch and the lovely buzz returns.

"Is everythin' cool with you?"

"Cool?" I look over at her. "I thought they were and then..."

Just tell her! She's going to find out sometime if she sticks around.

"They were. 'Til 'foresaid weasel caused an accident earlier. Now I'm twice the man I used to be!" Raising my glass, I drink again.

_badass_slayer_ March 10 2005, 19:30:54 UTC

Wes takes another swig of his Scotch, before answerin' my question.

"Cool? I thought they were and then..."

I nod my head, encouragin' him to continue.

"They were. 'Til 'foresaid weasel caused an accident earlier. Now I'm twice the man I used to be!"

I try to decipher what he says, but it's just not clickin' in place. "Twice the man? Sorry, Boss. You lost me. What accident? Were you hurt?"

He didn't look hurt, though. Then again, maybe it isn't the kind of hurt you see on the surface. Okay, now, I'm worried. What the fuck has been goin' on around here?

gfs_wesleypryce March 10 2005, 19:54:57 UTC

"Sorry, Boss. You lost me. What accident? Were you hurt?"

"Hurt?" For some reason, this strikes me as hysterically funny, and I start giggling into my drink. "Hurt...hurt...hurt. I guess not physicalaly, but it's enough. And now she has him, and I'm here, and I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going or who I am."

I feel the laughter leave when I say those words as though it's been sucked right out of me. Poof. Gone. Bye-bye, as Cordy used to say. Bye-bye.

I look over at Faith, finding her leaning toward me, concern in her eyes. Faith concerned. About me. I never thought...never thought...not about her, sitting there like this.

And suddenly, I realize that I'm leaning in closer to her too.

_badass_slayer_ March 10 2005, 21:07:35 UTC

Dude, the fuck? Wes is gigglin' into his drink. If I had known he was this much fun to get drunk, I would've done it years ago.

"...I guess not physicalaly, but it's enough. And now she has him, and I'm here, and I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going or who I am."I translate around the drunken slurrin' of words, that Wes is pretty fuckin' bad off, then suddenly, I begin to lean toward him. And this is definitely not a sway, we're talkin' about, here. It's like a goddamn magnet pushin' us together, or some shit like that ( ... )

gfs_wesleypryce March 10 2005, 21:46:09 UTC

"Are you okay?"

My eyes focus on her in the dim light as I try to recall how we got here. We were on the couch then she started kissing me...and damn me if I didn't kiss her back. Next thing I knew, my jumper was gone, and here we are, on the floor.

I know that since I'm not him, I'm never going to get her, and I actually rather like Faith. She's so different than when I--when she was in Sunnydale ( ... )

_badass_slayer_ March 10 2005, 23:59:23 UTC

Wes mumbles that he's okay, so I attack his mouth again while his fingers get busy undressin' me. I hold back a giggle when my tank becomes hung around his hand. Finally, I grab it, toss it aside, and slink down to the bulge in his jeans. Once I have them undone, I drag 'em off him, before he unzips my own, allowin' me to kick the jeans away, to rest above him again ( ... )

gfs_wesleypryce March 11 2005, 00:21:22 UTC

I think coherent thought left me the moment she started moving. It had been a while since I had been with someone - almost a year in fact, and the feel of her around me coupled with the alcohol sent me into a practical stupor, especially once I came.

She's kissing me when I hear that familiar voice, the effects of the alcohol practically disappating in a moment of shock at being caught. Faith is handling the situation with her usual...aplomb until Lorne steps around the coffee table that's been hiding me.

Bloody hell.

Wes! But, I thought...and you and Fred were... Will someone please tell me what's going on here?!"

"Uh, Lorne, it's not what you think," I try to explain. Then I look at Faith, who's still sitting on me, naked as anything. How did I get myself into this particular mess again? "I take that back. It is what you think, but you don't understand. I'm not...you see, Fred is ( ... )

_badass_slayer_ March 11 2005, 21:34:39 UTC

Wes is tryin' wicked hard to explain our 'situation' to Lorne, but he's not gettin' very far. With the mass amounts of alcohol and all, I'm surprised he's even coherent.

"I'm not the real Wesley..."

Whahuh?

"I mean, I am Wesley, I think, but I'm not the original one. There was an accident in the lab last night. And then I was here. The real Wesley is down in the lab with Fred trying to figure out what happened. I...I'm not sure how I got into this position."

Jumpin' off him, I grab my tank and jeans from our pile of clothes. I don't get all weird and shit after fuckin' someone, but this is awkward as hell! I feel wicked exposed right now, and that's not jivin' well with me. So bein' naked? Not of the good.

"What the fuck are you talkin' about, Wes? Of course, you're you. You're just drunk; that's all. You don't know what you're sayin ( ... )

sciencegrl_fred March 11 2005, 22:08:41 UTC

Wesley manages to calm me down even though I want to go find Knox and pummel him for what he's done. Here I trusted him, and look what he's done. I can't believe that I ever had any sort of interest in him, that I actually thought he was a good guy and went out with him a coupe of times ( ... )

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