RP Example - Bronze
Game: Sunnydale OSI
Who: Wesley and Gwen
Where: The Bronze
When: Thursday, December 12 Nighttime (Backdated, but it took us forever to finish this)
Wesley was sitting at one of the tables in the Bronze. He had been surprised when, after training today, Gwen had asked him to come meet her at the Bronze. He wanted to be friends with her, so he agreed to meet her there that night. He waited for her to arrive, listening to the music playing over the speakers.
Gwen entered from behind Wesley, almost doubling over with laughter at the look on his face. He was evidently not a fan of the type of music being played. She was all dolled up in a white leather miniskirt, with black stockings and black combat boots, and a gray baby tee with silver sequins exposing her midriff. Her lips, coated in shiny red lipstick, curled into a smirk as she came up behind him and draped an arm over his shoulders. "Hey there, Wes-man!"
Wesley turned around to face Gwen. "Hi, Gwen," he said. He couldn't help but notice that she was dressed differently tonight. "You look nice tonight. Is there an occasion that I'm not aware of?"
"Nope. I always dress up when I come here. Never know when some hottie's gonna need some special Gwen-Brand Lovin'..." Gwen gave him her most falsely innocent grin.
He couldn't help but smile. Being around Gwen all the time had managed to loosen him up a bit, so he wasn't as...twitchy as he used to be when she said things like that. "I'm sure whomever attracts your attention will be a very lucky person."
"You bet yer cute little British ass they will." The SIT sat down across from him, folding her arms over her ample chest. "So how ya been, Wes? Is the best Watcher in allll the land having an ok day?"
He couldn't help but blush a little at her compliments. He just hoped that the darkness of the club made it unnoticeable. "My day has been going fairly well. Nothing too terrible has happened, and nothing has tried to kill me yet, so it's been a good day. How has your day been going?"
Gwen laughed and played a little with the hem of her skirt. "Not too shabby, really." she said with a snicker. "I'm not failing anything yet, and like you, nothing's tried to kill me, so... boo-yah."
"It's good to hear that you're not failing anything," Wesley said, "and that nothing has tried to kill you. Are you doing ok in all of your classes, other than just not failing?"
Gwen gave a little chuckle and grinned. "So...not failing isn't good enough. Shit."
Wesley couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well, it really depends on what you want to do. Do you want to just pass high school, or do you want to go on to college. If you want to go to college, then just passing won't be enough."
"Wes. Sweetie. This is ME. Fucking COMMUNITY COLLEGE would tell me I don't qualify. Let's not pretend here."
"Well, I certainly think that you are smart enough for college if you desired to go to one," Wesley said. He flagged a waitress down to order himself a drink and whatever Gwen wanted. "I'm not pretending at all."
Gwen looked at the Waitress and grinned. "Couple shots of Jack, please?"
Wesley watched as the waitress didn't even blink and took Gwen's order and walked off. He sighed and said, "Try to limit it to one or two rounds, please? I don't want to have to carry you home." He laughed when he said the last part, figuring that Gwen could probably drink him under the table.
"The fact that you didn't even START a 'yer underage, you can't drink' speech just raised your cool points tenfold, Wes." She relaxed a little crossing her legs at the ankles. "So... you got yourself a chickie yet?"
"As if me raising that point would have stopped you," Wesley said with a grin. "Actually, yes, I have met someone. Her name's Laili and she works at the local zoo. She's a recent immigrant from Malaysia, so we have something in common, both being out of our home countries."
"Sweet." Gwen smiled brightly, looking genuinely happy for her watcher. "So... you bonin' her yet?"
Wesley nearly had a heart attack when she said that, and it showed. Sometimes she could still shock him. He only managed to sputter for a second before the waitress came over with their drinks. He quickly busied himself by taking a drink of his drink.
Oh, how Gwen loved this. "Now, Wes? Do we need to talk about the birds and the bees? Because sometimes... when a man and woman like each other very very much, they...."
Wesley interrupted her before she could say anything else, not wanting to know what she would say. He cleared his throat and said, "So, how is your social life going, since you brought up the topic." He immediately regretted saying that, since it probably would only bring about more embarrassment for him, but it was already out there.
"Not too bad, actually. I was probably gonna go home, spark a doob, watch The Wall, and eat my girlfriend like a Chinese buffet."
Yep, he regretted it. He took a large swig of his own alcoholic drink, hoping that it would keep him from falling over. He was pretty much speechless at the moment. He could only hope that Gwen would eventually be merciful enough to change the subject, but figured that she would watch him squirm first.
"Aw, come on, Wes... you're a GUY. Watcher or NOT, there's no way you don't like that visual." Gwen gave a too-innocent-to-be-true grin. "Especially if you saw how hot my girl is."
"It's not respectable of me to think of you that way," Wesley said. Plus, Laili REALLY wouldn't appreciate it.
"So you know..." she gave a proud, beaming grin.”Took out two fang-boys last night. Together. Allll by my sexy-ass self."
He smiled at her, relieved at the subject change. "That's very impressive, Gwen. I'm very proud of you." He wanted to go with her when she went out, but he worried that he would mostly just get in the way.
Gwen took a sip of her drink, giving what looked like a forced smile. "I get to be a Maid of Honor soon..."
"Really?" Wesley didn't realize that Gwen had any friends old enough to be getting married. "From whom, may I ask?"
"Ever meet my friend Patience Kowalski? Student at the high school?" Gwen asked, trying to convince herself nothing was wrong by consuming more alcohol.
You quickly got to know everyone at Sunnydale High, so Wesley had at least heard of her. "Yes, I know who she is. Is she the one getting married?"
"Yeah... she's 18 now, and her boyfriend, since he's 24, was being all noble and shit and waiting till she got all legal before he nailed her." She shrugged. "So now, she turned 18 and he proposed."
Wesley couldn't hide the surprise from his face. "She's only 18, and she's getting married to someone that's 24?" he asked. He couldn't imagine anyone being mature enough to be married at 18, but he didn't want to say that much. "Is she sure that's what she wants to do?"
"PK's a big girl, Wes. Pat's never asked her to do anything. Hell, she made the first move on him to begin with." She was a mix of defensive and envious as she spoke.
Wesley couldn't help but think back to when he was sixteen, sure of everything, including who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Now, however, he couldn't imagine spending the rest of his life with...he shook his head and brushed aside old memories and smiled. "If that's what she wants, then I wish her the best of luck," he said, raising his glass in a small toast.
"Yeah. The best." She mumbled something and downed another shot of scotch. She MUST have been drinking even before Wes got there, because even with her Slayer metabolism AND her high tolerance, she was still fairly tipsy.
Wesley tilted his head at her. He noticed the tipsiness. "Are you feeling ok, Gwen?" he asked her.
"Not really..." She looked embarrassed, actually. "I'm a shitty girlfriend, and a shitty best friend. Thank god I'm at least good at killin' shit."
"Is it anything that you can talk about?" He didn't want to push her to talk about her personal business, but, if she wanted to talk, he was willing to listen.
"I have a gorgeous girlfriend. I should be HAPPY for PK. But like... I am... but I'm NOT. Because I feel like she ain't gonna need me anymore... and because I'm so fuckin' in love with her it hurts." Gwen raised a brow to her Watcher. "Yeah, I'm a ho. No need to say it."
Wesley thought for a moment. "Does she know how you feel about her?" he asked.
"Yeah, and I know she loves me too. But come on.. she got this great guy who she also loves... he's an awesome singer, and he treats her great, and has a hose the fire department couldn't handle... how can I ask her not to take that?"
He finished off his drink before saying anything else. "Gwen, I think you and Patience need to talk about this together. If you don't, it might bother you for years afterward. Don't tell her what to do, but just talk to each other about this."
"Yeah... I know. But thing is?" She finally smiled sincerely. "She loves him as much as he loves her. And it's not like he's some asshole. He's got it all. He's hot, sweet, treats her like a queen, and again... has equipment that could cripple a lesser woman. I'm really happy for her." Gwen shook her head, laughing bitterly. "I'm mature enough to know when I'm being selfish."
He couldn't help but be impressed with how...mature she sounded when she said that. From their first meeting, he never would have expected that from her. "I don't think you're being selfish," he said.
"You don't? I mean... shouldn't I be totally excited for her?" Gwen was trying hard not to feel like a total douche bag... but she did. "She made me her MAID OF FUCKING HONOR, for Christ's sake... that is SUCH an honor! And here I am feeling sorry for myself."
"Gwen, someone that you care for is getting married...to someone else," Wesley told her. "It's natural and normal to be feeling like you are. You can't help the way that you feel, and you shouldn't be ashamed of it."
"I can't help it, Wes. Sometimes I wish I had something to OFFER people. I mean, yeah... so I'm hot." She shrugged her shoulder, and took another drink. "But I'm not smart, or talented in anything except pornographic ways..."
Wesley sighed and leaned in a little. "Gwen, I think that you have a lot to offer people. I think that you're much smarter than you give yourself credit for. Plus, you've got a great sense of humor, and you're one of the most caring and loving people, I know. You proved that tonight by telling me how much you care for your friend. Plus, you're honest, which is a gift, trust me."
"Goddamnit, Wes..." The Slayer in Training grumbled and reached in to tenderly run her fingers along his cheek. "Don't you know I'm a teenager and I'm supposed to hate authority figures? Why ya gotta go and make me love you so much?"
He couldn't help but smile. "Someone has to show you that not all authority figures are bad, don't they?"
"Yeah, yeah. So you know? That chick yer seeing?" Gwen looked into his eyes, still surprised at how attached she was to her Watcher. "Make sure she know what a prize she got with you, hm?"
He blushed a little, but not too much. He thought about all that him and Laili had been through together in such a short time. "I'll try to show her," he said.
"Because if she ever hurts you? I'll cut her from mouth to gash. Got it?"
He laughed a little. "I don't think that you have to worry about that, but I'm glad that you're willing to stand up for me. That means a lot."
"Hey." Gwen huffed a little there. "The list of peeps I love is short and sweet. So... I protect my own."
"Well, just so you know, I'm here to protect you as well," Wesley said.
"Wes... be honest with me..." She had a nagging feeling about this, and hoped he'd tell her the truth. "Do you have any family here to have Christmas dinner with?"
"I don't have any family here, no," Wesley told her. "However, my family has invited me back to England and I was thinking about going home for the holidays." The thought made him cringe inside, but he promised his mother he would visit, and what better time to do it than Christmas?
"Ok, just wondering... cuz, you know... you could always spend it with us if you wanted." Gwen gave a noncommittal shrug. "Dad's cool with it, and it'll just be us and Gemma, unless I can get my friend Marlowe to join us."
He smiled. "I appreciate the offer, Gwen. If I didn't already have plans, I'd love to join your family for Christmas dinner." He thought that maybe they should do something together for the next holiday, but that would come when it did.
"Look... I think I should get home while I'm still sober enough to fight anything that might attack me." She stood, giving him a surprisingly (for her, anyway) tender, emotional hug. "Thanks for listening, Wes. You're a good man."
He hugged her back. She didn't let her emotions really show very often, but he liked seeing the real her under all the bravado sometimes. "You're welcome. Would you like a ride home, just to be safe?" He didn't really want her wandering the night by herself while a little intoxicated. He knew she was a lot safer than he would be, but he still worried.
"Sure thing." She smiled with a bit of thankfulness. "Damn. If you were single? You'd SO be getting some lip service on the drive home... yer too damned charming."
He let out a slightly embarrassed laugh. He was going to chalk that up to the alcohol. "Yes, well, we should be going then." He stood up to signal that they should be going now. "Shall we?"
"Let's blow this joint." She giggled and followed him out.
Who: Wesley and Gwen
Where: The Bronze
When: Thursday, December 12 Nighttime (Backdated, but it took us forever to finish this)
Wesley was sitting at one of the tables in the Bronze. He had been surprised when, after training today, Gwen had asked him to come meet her at the Bronze. He wanted to be friends with her, so he agreed to meet her there that night. He waited for her to arrive, listening to the music playing over the speakers.
Gwen entered from behind Wesley, almost doubling over with laughter at the look on his face. He was evidently not a fan of the type of music being played. She was all dolled up in a white leather miniskirt, with black stockings and black combat boots, and a gray baby tee with silver sequins exposing her midriff. Her lips, coated in shiny red lipstick, curled into a smirk as she came up behind him and draped an arm over his shoulders. "Hey there, Wes-man!"
Wesley turned around to face Gwen. "Hi, Gwen," he said. He couldn't help but notice that she was dressed differently tonight. "You look nice tonight. Is there an occasion that I'm not aware of?"
"Nope. I always dress up when I come here. Never know when some hottie's gonna need some special Gwen-Brand Lovin'..." Gwen gave him her most falsely innocent grin.
He couldn't help but smile. Being around Gwen all the time had managed to loosen him up a bit, so he wasn't as...twitchy as he used to be when she said things like that. "I'm sure whomever attracts your attention will be a very lucky person."
"You bet yer cute little British ass they will." The SIT sat down across from him, folding her arms over her ample chest. "So how ya been, Wes? Is the best Watcher in allll the land having an ok day?"
He couldn't help but blush a little at her compliments. He just hoped that the darkness of the club made it unnoticeable. "My day has been going fairly well. Nothing too terrible has happened, and nothing has tried to kill me yet, so it's been a good day. How has your day been going?"
Gwen laughed and played a little with the hem of her skirt. "Not too shabby, really." she said with a snicker. "I'm not failing anything yet, and like you, nothing's tried to kill me, so... boo-yah."
"It's good to hear that you're not failing anything," Wesley said, "and that nothing has tried to kill you. Are you doing ok in all of your classes, other than just not failing?"
Gwen gave a little chuckle and grinned. "So...not failing isn't good enough. Shit."
Wesley couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well, it really depends on what you want to do. Do you want to just pass high school, or do you want to go on to college. If you want to go to college, then just passing won't be enough."
"Wes. Sweetie. This is ME. Fucking COMMUNITY COLLEGE would tell me I don't qualify. Let's not pretend here."
"Well, I certainly think that you are smart enough for college if you desired to go to one," Wesley said. He flagged a waitress down to order himself a drink and whatever Gwen wanted. "I'm not pretending at all."
Gwen looked at the Waitress and grinned. "Couple shots of Jack, please?"
Wesley watched as the waitress didn't even blink and took Gwen's order and walked off. He sighed and said, "Try to limit it to one or two rounds, please? I don't want to have to carry you home." He laughed when he said the last part, figuring that Gwen could probably drink him under the table.
"The fact that you didn't even START a 'yer underage, you can't drink' speech just raised your cool points tenfold, Wes." She relaxed a little crossing her legs at the ankles. "So... you got yourself a chickie yet?"
"As if me raising that point would have stopped you," Wesley said with a grin. "Actually, yes, I have met someone. Her name's Laili and she works at the local zoo. She's a recent immigrant from Malaysia, so we have something in common, both being out of our home countries."
"Sweet." Gwen smiled brightly, looking genuinely happy for her watcher. "So... you bonin' her yet?"
Wesley nearly had a heart attack when she said that, and it showed. Sometimes she could still shock him. He only managed to sputter for a second before the waitress came over with their drinks. He quickly busied himself by taking a drink of his drink.
Oh, how Gwen loved this. "Now, Wes? Do we need to talk about the birds and the bees? Because sometimes... when a man and woman like each other very very much, they...."
Wesley interrupted her before she could say anything else, not wanting to know what she would say. He cleared his throat and said, "So, how is your social life going, since you brought up the topic." He immediately regretted saying that, since it probably would only bring about more embarrassment for him, but it was already out there.
"Not too bad, actually. I was probably gonna go home, spark a doob, watch The Wall, and eat my girlfriend like a Chinese buffet."
Yep, he regretted it. He took a large swig of his own alcoholic drink, hoping that it would keep him from falling over. He was pretty much speechless at the moment. He could only hope that Gwen would eventually be merciful enough to change the subject, but figured that she would watch him squirm first.
"Aw, come on, Wes... you're a GUY. Watcher or NOT, there's no way you don't like that visual." Gwen gave a too-innocent-to-be-true grin. "Especially if you saw how hot my girl is."
"It's not respectable of me to think of you that way," Wesley said. Plus, Laili REALLY wouldn't appreciate it.
"So you know..." she gave a proud, beaming grin.”Took out two fang-boys last night. Together. Allll by my sexy-ass self."
He smiled at her, relieved at the subject change. "That's very impressive, Gwen. I'm very proud of you." He wanted to go with her when she went out, but he worried that he would mostly just get in the way.
Gwen took a sip of her drink, giving what looked like a forced smile. "I get to be a Maid of Honor soon..."
"Really?" Wesley didn't realize that Gwen had any friends old enough to be getting married. "From whom, may I ask?"
"Ever meet my friend Patience Kowalski? Student at the high school?" Gwen asked, trying to convince herself nothing was wrong by consuming more alcohol.
You quickly got to know everyone at Sunnydale High, so Wesley had at least heard of her. "Yes, I know who she is. Is she the one getting married?"
"Yeah... she's 18 now, and her boyfriend, since he's 24, was being all noble and shit and waiting till she got all legal before he nailed her." She shrugged. "So now, she turned 18 and he proposed."
Wesley couldn't hide the surprise from his face. "She's only 18, and she's getting married to someone that's 24?" he asked. He couldn't imagine anyone being mature enough to be married at 18, but he didn't want to say that much. "Is she sure that's what she wants to do?"
"PK's a big girl, Wes. Pat's never asked her to do anything. Hell, she made the first move on him to begin with." She was a mix of defensive and envious as she spoke.
Wesley couldn't help but think back to when he was sixteen, sure of everything, including who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Now, however, he couldn't imagine spending the rest of his life with...he shook his head and brushed aside old memories and smiled. "If that's what she wants, then I wish her the best of luck," he said, raising his glass in a small toast.
"Yeah. The best." She mumbled something and downed another shot of scotch. She MUST have been drinking even before Wes got there, because even with her Slayer metabolism AND her high tolerance, she was still fairly tipsy.
Wesley tilted his head at her. He noticed the tipsiness. "Are you feeling ok, Gwen?" he asked her.
"Not really..." She looked embarrassed, actually. "I'm a shitty girlfriend, and a shitty best friend. Thank god I'm at least good at killin' shit."
"Is it anything that you can talk about?" He didn't want to push her to talk about her personal business, but, if she wanted to talk, he was willing to listen.
"I have a gorgeous girlfriend. I should be HAPPY for PK. But like... I am... but I'm NOT. Because I feel like she ain't gonna need me anymore... and because I'm so fuckin' in love with her it hurts." Gwen raised a brow to her Watcher. "Yeah, I'm a ho. No need to say it."
Wesley thought for a moment. "Does she know how you feel about her?" he asked.
"Yeah, and I know she loves me too. But come on.. she got this great guy who she also loves... he's an awesome singer, and he treats her great, and has a hose the fire department couldn't handle... how can I ask her not to take that?"
He finished off his drink before saying anything else. "Gwen, I think you and Patience need to talk about this together. If you don't, it might bother you for years afterward. Don't tell her what to do, but just talk to each other about this."
"Yeah... I know. But thing is?" She finally smiled sincerely. "She loves him as much as he loves her. And it's not like he's some asshole. He's got it all. He's hot, sweet, treats her like a queen, and again... has equipment that could cripple a lesser woman. I'm really happy for her." Gwen shook her head, laughing bitterly. "I'm mature enough to know when I'm being selfish."
He couldn't help but be impressed with how...mature she sounded when she said that. From their first meeting, he never would have expected that from her. "I don't think you're being selfish," he said.
"You don't? I mean... shouldn't I be totally excited for her?" Gwen was trying hard not to feel like a total douche bag... but she did. "She made me her MAID OF FUCKING HONOR, for Christ's sake... that is SUCH an honor! And here I am feeling sorry for myself."
"Gwen, someone that you care for is getting married...to someone else," Wesley told her. "It's natural and normal to be feeling like you are. You can't help the way that you feel, and you shouldn't be ashamed of it."
"I can't help it, Wes. Sometimes I wish I had something to OFFER people. I mean, yeah... so I'm hot." She shrugged her shoulder, and took another drink. "But I'm not smart, or talented in anything except pornographic ways..."
Wesley sighed and leaned in a little. "Gwen, I think that you have a lot to offer people. I think that you're much smarter than you give yourself credit for. Plus, you've got a great sense of humor, and you're one of the most caring and loving people, I know. You proved that tonight by telling me how much you care for your friend. Plus, you're honest, which is a gift, trust me."
"Goddamnit, Wes..." The Slayer in Training grumbled and reached in to tenderly run her fingers along his cheek. "Don't you know I'm a teenager and I'm supposed to hate authority figures? Why ya gotta go and make me love you so much?"
He couldn't help but smile. "Someone has to show you that not all authority figures are bad, don't they?"
"Yeah, yeah. So you know? That chick yer seeing?" Gwen looked into his eyes, still surprised at how attached she was to her Watcher. "Make sure she know what a prize she got with you, hm?"
He blushed a little, but not too much. He thought about all that him and Laili had been through together in such a short time. "I'll try to show her," he said.
"Because if she ever hurts you? I'll cut her from mouth to gash. Got it?"
He laughed a little. "I don't think that you have to worry about that, but I'm glad that you're willing to stand up for me. That means a lot."
"Hey." Gwen huffed a little there. "The list of peeps I love is short and sweet. So... I protect my own."
"Well, just so you know, I'm here to protect you as well," Wesley said.
"Wes... be honest with me..." She had a nagging feeling about this, and hoped he'd tell her the truth. "Do you have any family here to have Christmas dinner with?"
"I don't have any family here, no," Wesley told her. "However, my family has invited me back to England and I was thinking about going home for the holidays." The thought made him cringe inside, but he promised his mother he would visit, and what better time to do it than Christmas?
"Ok, just wondering... cuz, you know... you could always spend it with us if you wanted." Gwen gave a noncommittal shrug. "Dad's cool with it, and it'll just be us and Gemma, unless I can get my friend Marlowe to join us."
He smiled. "I appreciate the offer, Gwen. If I didn't already have plans, I'd love to join your family for Christmas dinner." He thought that maybe they should do something together for the next holiday, but that would come when it did.
"Look... I think I should get home while I'm still sober enough to fight anything that might attack me." She stood, giving him a surprisingly (for her, anyway) tender, emotional hug. "Thanks for listening, Wes. You're a good man."
He hugged her back. She didn't let her emotions really show very often, but he liked seeing the real her under all the bravado sometimes. "You're welcome. Would you like a ride home, just to be safe?" He didn't really want her wandering the night by herself while a little intoxicated. He knew she was a lot safer than he would be, but he still worried.
"Sure thing." She smiled with a bit of thankfulness. "Damn. If you were single? You'd SO be getting some lip service on the drive home... yer too damned charming."
He let out a slightly embarrassed laugh. He was going to chalk that up to the alcohol. "Yes, well, we should be going then." He stood up to signal that they should be going now. "Shall we?"
"Let's blow this joint." She giggled and followed him out.