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Who: Gunn, Wes, and Fred
What: New Years Eve drinking at Caritas.
When: The night of the 31st!
Where: Caritas.
Rating: PG-13 for drunken shenanigans.
Alright - so maybe he was a little tired of being pissed off all the time. Not that he wanted to leap into Wesley's arms and ride off into the sunset with him Princess Bride-style, and he sure as hell wasn't thrilled about the spark he could see between Wes and Fred -- but they'd had time. Time here to change, and if anyone could attest to how much time could change a guy, Gunn was it.
He didn't love everything about Wes. He still hadn't reconciled most of the things he'd done back at home -- but maybe the Wes he hated back in LA wasn't the Wes he'd sort-of gotten to know in Paradisa. All he knew was that this time/dimension bullshit gave him a headache, and he didn't need that on top of the alcohol, so for the night? He'd let it go.
Which is why he made it to Caritas first, dressed in a nice sweater and a pair of khakis that were entirely too classy for the demon bar. He hung out by the door, arms folded across his chest, pleasantly buzzed and waiting for English to show.
What: New Years Eve drinking at Caritas.
When: The night of the 31st!
Where: Caritas.
Rating: PG-13 for drunken shenanigans.
Alright - so maybe he was a little tired of being pissed off all the time. Not that he wanted to leap into Wesley's arms and ride off into the sunset with him Princess Bride-style, and he sure as hell wasn't thrilled about the spark he could see between Wes and Fred -- but they'd had time. Time here to change, and if anyone could attest to how much time could change a guy, Gunn was it.
He didn't love everything about Wes. He still hadn't reconciled most of the things he'd done back at home -- but maybe the Wes he hated back in LA wasn't the Wes he'd sort-of gotten to know in Paradisa. All he knew was that this time/dimension bullshit gave him a headache, and he didn't need that on top of the alcohol, so for the night? He'd let it go.
Which is why he made it to Caritas first, dressed in a nice sweater and a pair of khakis that were entirely too classy for the demon bar. He hung out by the door, arms folded across his chest, pleasantly buzzed and waiting for English to show.