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Jan 03, 2005 01:12

Continued From HereMmm, ice cream. I was careful - I didn't want to get myself covered it in, that would just be uber embrassing. Unfortunately, ice cream has a habit of getting everywhere, especially when you're walking and eating it at the same time. I think I put up a valiant effort for this not to happen, however, and I looked at him, mystified ( Read more... )

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_wes_pryce_ January 2 2005, 12:57:31 UTC

There is cookie cream? I try to imagine what that might be like. Is that ice cream made out of cookies? Or cookie dough? Now that last one is just really...revolting. Good lord, those Americans really are quite silly.

Amused I shake my head while we walk out of the park and back toward the crossover. Almost back at the hotel, back to the smotherings of my friends. I love them all dearly, but they can take things too far, honestly.

A small stab jostles through me as she bumps her hips against mine. I look at her with a mixture of surprise and shock, nearly choking in the small bite of ice-cream. Quickly swallowing it, I blink at her, pushing my glasses up my nose to hide the crimson I can feel rising on my face. "Uh...well, errr...y-yes, I suppose so. Except...d-doesn't one usually do dinner and a movie while on a date?"

Why the bloody hell did I say that? Nice going, Pryce. As if you know anything about dating. Even Virginia dumped your sorry arse. Stupid git.

red_rosenberg January 3 2005, 07:18:49 UTC

I laughed, purely because of the surprised look on his face despite my own blush that I had said such a thing. And I had to grin again at Wesley's response. "You're very right, Pryce," I said, finishing off a few more mouthfuls of my icecream. Gods, chocolate, heaven.

I eyed the Hyperion building as we slowly made our way towards it. What would happen when I get there? Would I just have to go home? Would Angel ask me more about Buffy? Is Cordelia back yet? I inwardly pouted. I didn't want to do all that yet. I was getting bouncier as the minutes ticked by and I was enjoying myself in simples things which I hadn't done in a while and it was a nice warm day and Wesley wasn't getting bored with me.

"Seeing as you're such an expert on dates," I started, teasing but only a bit, "you should take me on one just for experimental purposes." Was I flirting? I didn't know. Maybe. But I didn't care, all of a sudden. Weird. I just shot a grin at him, licking my icecream again, hoping that he didn't get offended or something.

_wes_pryce_ January 3 2005, 08:38:34 UTC

I almost trip over my cane at her suggestion. Quickly catching myself I wince and press my hand against my side. I straighten myself in the hope she hasn't seen it and give her a shy smile back ( ... )

red_rosenberg January 3 2005, 12:40:33 UTC

"Oh, hey," I said, barely hearing his last statement. "That'd be kinda cool. Did you know that they have their own form of magic, from way back? No one really parctises it anymore, though. And it's not outrightly called magic, but it's what they did before the English settlers brought Christianity over ( ... )

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red_rosenberg January 9 2005, 02:08:24 UTC

"Um..." I bit my bottom lip, barely restraining myself from saying 'are you sure you can drive?' I didn't want to sound like one of them. It had been almost painful to watch Cordelia fuss over Wesley the way she did, and Gunn and Angel's way of inspecting him as discreetly as they could, and looks of pity if Wesley winced. I figured that could be a burden on the good ol' male ego, there ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ January 10 2005, 01:55:41 UTC

I smile at her while accepting the keys. That's very sweet of her to say that. And she's the living proof that one can actually worry without being so bloody condescending about it. Or constantly keep reminding you about how weak and useless you are. Well, not the last part, that's just how they make me feel ( ... )

red_rosenberg January 11 2005, 09:51:50 UTC

I blinked, and looked at him. Was he kidding? Wow, no, he wasn't. I couldn't lie and said I didn't like the idea, because, while dinner with the group soudned nice and polite... but I grinned at the idea of losing them in traffic. "Okay, I'm up for that," I said as Wesley pulled out from the curb, Giles's car rumbling almost moodily all around us, smiling at the idea... and that Wesley had wanted to ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ January 11 2005, 19:34:35 UTC

"Yes, traffic is very hectic around here. And Cordelia always insists I can't drive, so they can hardly blame us," I agree with her. She'll probably give me an earful the moment she hears from Gunn that I'm doing the driving, in Giles far to heavy car. But it's going fine, just a little bit of pulling. If it gets any worse, I'm sure Willow wouldn't mind driving back to... Oh god, Cordelia. Where she's going to be spending the night ( ... )

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red_rosenberg February 12 2005, 05:44:42 UTC

Before I could suggest that I go get Sybil and tell her what we're getting, he's already up and off to do it himself. But that's cool, he walks a lot, so it's cool, I'm looking after the guy with the injury, it's absotively posolutely cool. Biting back whatever worry I get from him walking without his cane, I tried to focus on... on... the table! It had a great wood grain pattern going, so I traced it with a fingernail. Pretending I hadn't called what we were doing a 'date'. Because it wasn't. Totally wasn't. Really ( ... )

_wes_pryce_ February 12 2005, 06:57:23 UTC

"What? Oh no, I'm-I'm fine," I say, giving her a reassuring smile. "Just a little sore." I can always ask Sybil to bring me a glass of water if needed. Which reminds me, isn't it time for that blasted medication yet? Right after a meal, as if Cordelia would ever let me forget that. But they taste vile, and if I can get out from taking them, here's my chance.

"I suppose I should take you back to-to Cordelia's after desert." And then get lectured at for a considerable amount of time. Then prodded, to ensure her that I am indeed as fine as I say I am. Oh poor Willow. She'll have to stay the night there and get lectured and then cross examined and such. I don't envy her one bit. Cordelia might even drag her out in the morning for that shopping trip she missed out on today.

"Alright, lovies," Sybil interrupts my train of thoughts. "Here we go with the pie. Now, what can I get you to drink?"

"Uh...a glass of water please, thank you. Willow?"

red_rosenberg February 27 2005, 11:08:41 UTC

"A coffee'd be great," I told Sybil politely, meeting her smile with my own before nodding to Wesley with some resignation. Cordelia's. Talking. Interrogation. Vieled insults and backhanded compliments. Barely masked bitchiness. General nosiness and awkward silences. Heh.

'I dun wanna, dun make me' was what I felt like saying, but that probably wouldn't have gone down well. I mean, hell, what kinda of a crazy world was this that Wesley Wyndam-Pryce would like silly ol' me? I wasn't gonna go spoil it with acting way below my age. Still.

I took a bite out of my pie, chocolatey heaven, and I couldn't help but flash Wes a grin once he took a forkful of his. "'s good," I said as I swallowed it down happily, sawing off another piece with the edge of my fork. "So, do you live at the Hyperion, or do you have your own place?" I asked casually, sticking a piece of pie in my mouth. Mm pie.

_wes_pryce_ February 27 2005, 11:44:19 UTC

Nodding at Sybil as she sauntered off again to get our drinks, I dove into the pie. I love chocolate, and they make the best chocolate pie here. The only thing that comes close it the one my grandmother used to make. I'll never taste that one again though ( ... )

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