Gwen Carter
"The Fighter"
Homecoming {Event 1}
Gwen watches as her friends chuck back shot after shot. She’s is gonna take it easy tonight. She the ‘designated driver’. That really means she’s gonna have to teleport every one of her friends to their dorms and make sure they’re safe. She doesn’t mind it though she really loves her friends and wants nothing but the best for them and for them to be safe. So if she has to be the DD every once and a while sue her!
Her mind can’t help but wonder as sits there. She really does have the hots for that cute little flyer on the cheer team. Emma. Yes, that Emma. The annoyingly straight one, but hey she can still look. Well look and ignore her kissing her boyfriend. Which really really sucks for Gwen. She’s been irrevocably in love with Emma ever since she transferred to Villain Academy. Granted she didn’t really get to actually talk to her until she was friends with Eden.
Eden, god rest her soul. That girl is going to get into serious trouble one day. Gwen has never witnessed another Faerie like her. That is definitely not a bad thing. With Gwen being the most unconventional witch, she loves to have Eden, the most unconventional of Fae, as her best friend. They just get each other. They almost never fight and if they do it’s something serious. You will never see one without the other. They are attached at the hip. It really sucks that they have to be in different schools, although their teachers would absolutely disagree. They already get in enough trouble outside of school. Could you imagine what it would be like if they went to the same school?
Gwen is popped out of her thoughts as someone accidentally elbows her in the side. She winces looking over. Of course, it’s Eden and James making out. She’s not surprised. Everyone basically kisses everyone else all the time. It’s even become a joke among her friends. Seeing no other way out of the booth she snaps her fingers and is on the outside of the booth. She looks at everyone having a good time and nods her head in satisfaction. Gwen is happy her friends are having a good time. A good night is always fun for her. She doesn’t have to be drinking as long as her friends are happy she is too.
She walks toward the bar to get a drink that doesn’t contain alcohol. She tapped the bar absentmindedly looking back at her friends. “What would you like?” She turns around and is met with a beautiful face. Gwen's eyes bore into the bartender’s for a few seconds as she forgets how to speak.
As soon as Gwen remembers she can actually form words out of her mouth, “Whatever you have that isn’t alcohol, soda, or water. Surprise me.” Her eyes travel across the mystery bartender’s frame.
“You’re not drinking tonight?” The woman eyes move over her.
“Nope, I’m the DD. I don’t mind though gives me time to get in an extra practice.” The bartender’s eyebrows lift as she looks Gwen up and down. Gwen’s eyes travel the bartender’s body in response. Her gaze lands on her name tag.
“Channel? That’s…” Gwen trails off trying to find a word that wouldn’t offend the cute girl in front of her. “Prestigious..?” She finishes off with a question.
“I am very well aware my name sounds like the opening title of a human mean girl movie. I, of course, have no stigma against them. I do like what’s that one about the cheerleaders?” She tilts her head, squinting, as she tried to remember the name.
“Bring it on? You don’t seem like the Bring it on type. Interesting,” Gwen leaves it at that with a wink.
She grabs her drink and heads towards the back of the club. Pushing through all the bodies flooding the dance floor she makes her way across. Finally squeezing through the sweaty bodies grinding on each other she remembers exactly why this isn’t her favorite place, the dance floor that is. Gwen nods at the security guards who are constantly guarding the door at the back of the room. They take a quick look at her and step aside. “Thanks, gents.” She walks through the door, hearing their laughs behind her. They do seem big and scary but Gwen knows Hank and Jerry are big softies. Sometimes after the club closes they all train together. She’s actually quite fond of them. They are like the uncles she’s never had.
She heads past all the bleachers and around the fighting ring. Pulling out a key she slides it into the keyhole on the door. Gwen turns the doorknob pushing the door open. She walks up to her locker turning the lock until she hears it unlock. Since there isn’t anyone around she quickly undresses out of her dress and into some workout clothes. Her spares aren’t anything fancy but they will do. She ties the laces on her spare pair of tennis shoes and stuffs all her other things in her locker including the key to the locker room. She closes her locker and stretches quickly. If she’s lucky she can get a short workout and maybe some training done before she has to play mom.
She figures she has about an hour and a half. She wraps her hands before blowing through the locker room door. She does a couple of suicides across the room trying to get in cardio as much as she can. After she finishes about 15 she rests for a few moments and then goes straight into lunges. These are the worst to her. She’d rather run than do lunges. Once she does enough to her own liking she drops to the floor to start burpees. Which come pretty damn close to first place in the worst exercises in the history of exercises.
After a pretty good workout she makes her way up to the punching bag on the left side of the room. Snaps and a speaker and her phone appears. She sets her workout playlist up and lets it run. Time flies by. Gwen doesn’t even notice it. She also doesn’t notice that cute bartender sitting in the corner of the room. She lets out on final punch. Breathing heavy she grabs the bag stopping it from swinging into her.
Gwen jumps as she hears what sounds like handclaps. She turns around so fast even a Vampire would be scared. Her eyes widen as she comes face to face with Channel. “I didn’t know you fought.” Channel’s eyes run over Gwen’s sweaty body.
“Well how else do you think I got these.” Gwen point down to her glistening sweat stained abs. Well all two of them, but hey she’s proud of both of them. She grabs her phone to cut the music off. She snaps her fingers sending her stuff back to her room. She suppresses a groan as she realizes she’s gonna have to clean it up later. She’d rather walk around in her sports bra and shorts than that annoying dress. No matter how cute she looks in it, it is so uncomfortable. She looks down at her phone gasps at the time. She spent a whole hour more than she planned. She snaps her fingers. Her locker locks and the key to the locker room appears in her hand. Locking the locker room door she hurries past Channel and out the door. She rushes through the less crowded dance floor and towards the booth her friends are in. Well, were in. She arrives to the table to find none of her friends present. Great. She sighs and transports her self to each and all of their dorm rooms to make sure they are okay. She’s surprised to find them all there and okay. Many of them are puking their guts out but that is normal.
After she leaves the last room she heads to her own. Never has she been so happy to be in her own dorm. Thank god she doesn’t have to share with anyone else that would be a nightmare. She kicks off her shoes and plops down on her bed. Exhausted from the amount of teleporting plus the 3 hour long workout she passes out as soon as she hits the covers. Just a regular night for a group of villains and a weirdly villainous Faerie.