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gwen mcguinness | 23 | waitress

[gwenmcguinness]

marlene-bregman:

“Of course I came!” Marlene exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Gwen and planting a kiss on her friend’s cheek before letting go, her hands on either of the blonde’s shoulders. “You better still be fun now that you’re a wife,” she said, her voice mock-solemn before a smile spread across her face. “I have already gotten myself a drink, or five, and I think I’m about to be cut off. Which would be a talent, surround by a bunch of Irish people. …Hey, you got any hot single brothers or cousins or anything here you can set me up with?” 

“Of course I’ll still be fun, don’ be daft,” Gwen laughed, squeezing Marlene tightly. She’d forgotten about that part -- that people would expect certain things from her now that she was a married woman -- that everyone would look at her just a little bit differently. She looped her arm around Marlene’s shoulder, taking a sip of her champagne as she surveyed the room for prospects to set her friend up with. “I mean, if you want a one night stand, go f’one of my cousins -- but Owen has some pretty good looking friends here, too.”

[gwenmcguinness]

mrfrakenanny:

Mason was so happy for his friends so of course, he’d agreed to go to their wedding. When he quit his job a few weeks ago, he did think about making an excuse as to why he could not make it, but he couldn’t let his friends down, plus he couldn’t hide away forever, he had to try enjoy his freedom while he had it, as he was sure he’d soon be busy working again. So when the day came he got up got himself dressed and heading to the wedding before following on to the reception.  Hearing his friend he smiled looking at her. “Happy to be here, and if I wasn’t gay and taken I’d marry myself.” He teased looking at her.

“ I already have thank you, my boyfriend is just getting them I hope it’s okay that I brought  him.” He replied smiling, hoping she’d not ask about Jared as he didn’t want to bring a darkener on her big day.

“Oh god, no! No worries on bringin’ an extra, tha’s exactly the feelin’ we wanted for today -- the more the merrier!” she grinned, taking a sip of her champagne and looking around the room to see if she could place his boyfriend in the crowd. “Everythin’ goin’ alrigh’ f’the two of ya, then? Haven' seen ya 'round much.”

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

Specify a character and leave a number in my ask, if you’re feeling so kind!

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have?

2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings?

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

7. What was the economic status of their family?

8. How does your character feel about religion?

9. What about political beliefs?

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated?

12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations?

13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates?

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED?

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?

20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced?

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive?

31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate?

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? 

34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous?

35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering?

37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic?

39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid?

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony?

42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back?

44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them?

45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic?

46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible?

48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish?

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent?

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

[muldah]

[gwenmcguinness]

@owen--burke

[gwenmcguinness]

[gwenmcguinness]

“Thank you so much for coming, I’m so glad y’could make it!” Gwen grinned widely as she greeted them, her drink in her hand and careful not to spill it on her dress. Sure, her and Owen’s whole wedding was a sham (but nobody knew that), but she was genuinely having the time of her life at the reception. She was glad that they’d decided to have the reception at a pub -- everyone seemed to be right at home (especially all of her family visiting from Ireland) and ready to have a great time. 

“Make sure you get yourself a drink. I mean, I know it’s an open bar n’all but I wouldn’ put it pas’ my family t’find a way to close the place down...”

[gwenmcguinness]

[Playlist for Gwen and Owen’s wedding!!!]

[adaline-lavigne-blog]

It was 6 in the evening, and Adaline was rushing to the catch the last bus back to Allston. She had an emergency meeting with the college dean and had to discuss the disciplinary case of a student selling unauthorized textbooks from the library online. Adaline had to stay late to make an inventory of the books that hadn’t been returned in the past few months while checking what was being sold online.  She ran all the way to the bus stop only to realize the last one had already left. She threw her bag onto a bench in frustration while thinking how she was going to get home. She sighed and said to the person beside her, “Do you think it’s humanely possible for me to walk 25 blocks without dying on the way?”

[gwenmcguinness]

“I mean, it’s possible, but it wouldn’ be pleasant. I speak from experience,” Gwen answered with a soft laugh beneath her breath, pulling out of of her earbuds and slipping her phone into her pocket. She had just gotten off work herself -- her last shift at the diner before the wedding -- and was still in her uniform as she waited for the downtown bus. “I know your pligh’ well, though. I used t’live in Allston and the bus line out tha’ way is jus’ trash. I finally got sick of it and got a bike-- you migh’ wan’ t’consider it. I mean, it’s a bitch in the winter, but otherwise it’s a better way t’go mos’ of the time.”

[gwenmcguinness]

owen--burke:

Gone was the joking that had become the norm between the pair. Gone was the playful teasing, the mock sounds of disapproval whenever someone claimed the other had hurt their feelings. In the moment as the song played, the pair were simply dancing and Owen could imagine this moment in the pub as their first dance as husband and wife. The two weren’t in love but they still had to pretend to be, which was what made this moment so good. This would work as the first dance and Owen was relieved to see that his bride-to-be agreed. Swiping the app off of his phone’s screen, Owen had almost missed the question that Gwen had posed to him. Even after she asked it, it had taken the man a few moments to process the request. 

“Oh.” Owen hadn’t planned that far ahead. No, that’s a lie. He had thought about the fact that the pair would have to kiss once they were pronounced husband and wife, but had pushed the thought to the back of his mind. There were venues and flowers and food and clothes and so many other wedding planning details that the fact that the pair would need to show their love in such a way as part of their vows was put at the bottom of the list. But Gwen was right. It would not bode well for them if they got to the alter and had no idea how to kiss the other. 

“Uhm, yeah sure. We can definitely practice that,” the older man nodding his head as he placed his phone onto the kitchen counter before rubbing his hands on the front of his jeans. Fuck, how did his palms suddenly get so sweaty? “We can do that right now, so just stand over here…” Pointing in front of him, Owen kept his hands to himself as Gwen took her position and Owen stated out loud the words that they would be hearing the priest say in just a short period of time. “I pronounce that your wedding vows are sealed and you may henceforth be known to all as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” With that, Owen leaned down, his eyes shutting as he gingerly placed his lips against Gwen’s. 

When Owen agreed that was when Gwen’s stomach seemed to drop with nerves. What was that all about? They’d been easily pretending to be in love for months (and would have to continue for the next couple of years) but now, faced with the prospect of actually kissing Owen, was when her nerves decided to kick in.

Letting out a breath and trying to keep her cool, Gwen moved to stand in front of Owen as directed; taking his hands in her own as they would be posed during the ceremony. She tried to frame the moment in context -- of where they would be standing in Boston Commons, of what they would be wearing and who would all be watching them and what this was all for. However, that didn’t manage to calm the flutters in her stomach as Owen leaned in and carefully placed his lips against hers.

She let out a soft breath after the kiss, smiling a bit despite herself and letting out a quiet laugh. Gwen loved to kiss -- hell, in her years in Dublin as a teen she’d been notorious for it -- but she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this anxious about kissing someone.

And that didn’t feel like a bad thing.

“I think it needs t’be a bit more eager?” she slowly thought out loud, eyes looking up at his face as she licked her lips absentmindedly. “You know, our story is tha’ we’re all caugh’ up in this whirlwind romance -- it should seem like we can’t wait to start kissin’ each other yeah? Let’s give it another go--” 

She re-positioned herself in front of him, his hands still in hers, taking a breath. “ --’I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.’ And then we...” Gwen carefully moved Owen’s hands to rest on her hips as she leaned her body gently into his, raising herself just slightly on her toes to meet his lips in a kiss that eased into something deeper than the first.

[gwenmcguinness]

Text @ Owen

Owen: You da best

Owen: Nah, I'm nervous as hell. I'm just ready to do it, you know?

Gwen: sooner we're married the sooner we get divorced, right?

Gwen: you can still back out

Gwen: you know that, right?

[gwenmcguinness]

Text @ Owen

Owen: Bring whatever champagne you don't drink home. js

Owen: I'm good. A little nervous. How about you?

Gwen: i'll smuggle a bottle i've got it covered

Gwen: yeah, a bit jittery. i can't quite sit still. is that weird?

[gwenmcguinness]

Text @ Owen

Owen: I've decided that I will not be drinking tonight. I don't want to worry about hangovers tomorrow.

Owen: Jesus that is a lot of champagne tho

Gwen: i keep sneaking to the bathroom to pour some out into the sink

Gwen: keelin is a lightweight she'll be the first one asleep

Gwen: how are you feeling?

[gwenmcguinness]

Text @ Owen

Owen: and also because I'm the man of the house and they sense that we are a pack.

Owen: How is the hotel and your sisters?

Gwen: they run the house and we both know that

Gwen: they're good, they seem to have recovered from their jetlag

Gwen: keelin bought about five bottle of champange and has insisted we're drinking them all tonight

[gwenmcguinness]

Text @ Owen

Owen: He's good! Him and Rocky are cuddled up with me in bed as we watch Bar Rescue. We are having a man's night.

Gwen: we both know they're only in bed with you because im not home

[gwenmcguinness]

Text @ Owen

Gwen: how is my beautiful baby boy tonight?

Gwen: i am, of course, referring to butter

[gwenmcguinness]

amaraxi:

“Of course, self promotion is the best and important. Great hangover food is exactly what I need,“ Amara chuckled. “You have to be my waitress when I eat there, it’ll make the whole thing better. I’ll make sure to leave you a big tip,“ she smiled.

“Oh, I’m so good at stackin’ my section with the coolest people, so you’ll be in good company. Plus, I never turn down a good tip. Got a weddin’ t’pay for and all tha’,” she laughed, “It’s a 24 hour place, so you can come in anytime. D’you work in the city?”

[amaraxi]

“My most and least favourite thing about moving to a new place is finding all the good restaurant. The best ones usually can’t be found on google which makes it difficult. It is pretty exciting though. Do you have any recommendations?“

[gwenmcguinness]

“Well, if I’m allowed t’make a shameless plug, The Breakfast Club diner has some of the best burgers and fries in town -- if tha’s the kind of meal your after. The kind of grea’ hangover food everyone needs. Even better if you get a grea’ waitress at your table, such as yours truly,” Gwen added with a wink.