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 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 8:24 pm
Text from Colin [you free next weekend? I just saw something amazing that involves paint and wine and I thought of you. Say you'll come. Plz. Plz. Plz.]
So, she had accepted.
Standing outside of the place Colin had described, Gwen looked up at the small artsy looking shop. Paintings were on display on wooden easels. Others hung from walls while plants, of the fake variety, adorned the windows to help soften what would be a stark display.
A group of ladies slipped past her to enter the building. They laughed as they passed by her, instantly making Gwen feel uncomfortable. Shifting from one foot to another, Gwen dipped her hands into the pockets of her puffer vest which served as her coat. A grey plaid scarf, mustard long sleeve shirt, blue jeans, and calf high black boots finished off her basic ensemble. Her hair, usually left down, was pulled into a ponytail in her lack of effort for her appearance.
Sighing, she looked up at the grey sky. "Why did I agree?" She mumbled quietly to herself as anxieties about self worth and abilities began to creep back in.Syrie I hope this works for you!
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 2:23 pm
Colin had been absolutely thrilled when Gwen had accepted his invitation - it had just seemed like something that would be amazing to do together. Drink wine and paint horrible craft things while muzak played overhead and the shop cat occasionally ran off with your keys (there was a sign about not leaving keys out, because Scatter - a pear-shaped white and black cat - would run off with them). The whole concept had been charming and he'd thought it the perfect friend-date, right up Gwen's alley - if only she'd accept! About two minutes before the agreed-upon time, Colin was penguin-walking himself on up to the building where he could see Gwen already waiting. She looked lovely, as always, while he was in clothing he didn't mind getting covered in paint: black leggings, an over-sized green sweater, obnoxious legwarmers in a geometric pattern picked out in colours that could only be considered "eye rape", respectable brown boots and a really soft beanie that had apparently been knit to match the leggings. All in all, Colin's ensemble was a hot mess, but his smile was bright and welcoming as he called out to his friend. "Gwen! I'm so glad you made it!" Gwen would be swept up into an enthusiastic embrace, her cheek kissed in greeting. "You look amazing! Are you ready to go in and make some terrible art with me? This is going to be so much fun!" Before she could make any sort of plans to escape, he would offer his arm in a most gentlemanly manner, so that he might escort her inside. Wouldn't the ladies that had walked past her be so jealous when they saw her handsome companion? Once they got over his attire, that was.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2017 10:06 pm
Just when she thought her nerves were going to win out and she'd beat a hasty retreat back to her apartment, a familiar blonde head, covered with one of the most obnoxious hats she'd ever seen. And a pair of matching leg warmers to go with them. Only he'd own something like that. Unsurprisingly, the man was his usual chipper self as he greeted her with his usual gusto.
She offered him a smile at his compliments. Surely he was putting up a front. Gwen was pretty damn sure she didn't look as lovely as he was making her sound. He's probably just lying to make me feel better. No better way to make someone run away than to tell them they look like s**t.
"Right! This should be fun." She nodded, her ponytail bobbing against her neck and back as she took his offered arm to lead her inside.
The heat of the building was the first thing to smack Gwen in the face, followed quickly by the chatter of the many women situated about the shop. Well, in fairness, there were three other men scattered about. Everyone was milling around. Easels were set up with canvas's and a lovely spread of food and drink were set up on a long table towards the back of the shop.
Gwen eyed the bottles of wine.
"So, I've never actually been to one of these." She said as she looked around. She noted some conversation among a few groups of ladies had come to a halt when their eyes fell upon not her, but the brightly dressed Colin who escorted her. Gwen suspected that they were less looking at his garish attire and more at the rest of him.
Oh. There. At least one of the guys was giving him a look over too. Colin, certainly was popular.
She shifted from one foot to the other, anxiety clawing at her with the attention. "I had to admit, I am not that great of a painter. So I hope you weren't intending to get me to help you." She attempted to tease her friend.
Something weaved between her legs and she started. Looking down she found a cat who was apparently making his rounds and greeting everyone as they entered. Colin wasn't remised as the feline began rubbing it's head on his leg. "A cat." she said in surprise and relief. "He startled me." She chuckled.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 3:28 pm
"Well, it's pretty easy - you can paint on canvas or one of the clay things," Colin gestured to some shelving with clay pots and mug and plates and even some animal shapes on it. The canvases were pre-primed, and the clay bits as well, so all anyone off the street had to do was walk in, grab some paint, and go to town. Granted, there were glazes and things for the clay that could be used, but really...that was all details. "And you get to nibble while you do it." There was a little sign-in, where Colin presented a pair of tickets - pre-purchased, of course - and got a pair of well-used smocks to borrow. "For you, Lady Gwen." Momentarily distracted by Scatter coming to greet them, Colin knelt down to pet the big feline's big booty. "Oh, you're not helping me Gwen, we're both gonna make something! But don't worry, you can make a mug or something too. I don't have much talent for painting myself, but a coffee mug is always useful!" If they were getting looks from the folks in the shop, he didn't notice - either because he was so used to it, or because he assumed it was due to the colour choices...or Gwen being so darn lovely. She really didn't give herself nearly enough credit! "So what do you think? Mug? Plate? Weird...pig...thing?" He straightened and tied on his smock, making a neat bow in the back that said he had a lot of experience with aprons or something similar. "We'll get our project, pick a spot, then get some wine - okay?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2017 10:01 am
Gwen eyes up the shelves of clay items and the multitude of canvases that were displayed so neatly. People were milling about choose their own pieces and Gwen watching with curiosity to see who would pick what. Many chose mugs, a few seemed enamored with the odd animal figurines as it looked like a few were missing from their spots on the shelves. Over all, the atmosphere of the shop was quite cozy, and Gwen mentally wondered what she would pick to work on.
Colin's voice pulled her back to what was going on and she smiled as she took the smock from him. Both of the protective garments were well smeared with a variety of colors of paint. Perhaps, yes, Gwen was pretty sure there was a small painted heart on the bottom corner of her own Smock. Perhaps a pleasant little memento from a previous wearer?
"Well that's good." She remarked as she slipped the smock over her head and worked at tieing it behind her waist. "Because I am useless with a paintbrush." She glanced back at the shelves of items. A mug may be best. She mused to herself, and Colin certainly had the right idea that, terrible or not, it would at least be a useful piece to own.
"That sounds lovely!" She remarked. Perhaps a bit of wine would help ease her frazzled nerves. Why couldn't she fully relax? Colin was being his usual sweetheart self, kind, open and talkative; the shop was non-threatening too, but Gwen just felt the ever pressing feeling of nervous energy in her chest and the pit of her stomach.
"I think...." She mused, as she looked at the projects. "I think I'll pass on that....pig thing." She forced a chuckle. "And I'll join you in making a mug. I am the only one that will have to look at it after today anyway and if I try a canvas, well...it's unlikely it'll find a home on my wall."
With that decision made, Gwen joined Colin in perusing the shelves and picking out a mug that appeased her. A lot of the smaller ones she by-passed. If she was doing this, she might as well get a piece that was more substantial and had a unique look to it. Perhaps it would hide the horrible paint job it was about to get. The one she had chosen was bell-shaped with a larger barrel and a narrower top. It was stocky and looked like it could hold more than just the normal single cup of coffee. Plus it had very lovely textured ridges moving horizontally down the mug, giving it a good feel in her hands as opposed to something more smooth.
Glancing over she tried to spy what Colin had picked out. "Make your decision?" She questioned as she moved towards a vacant table nearby. The wooden surface had obviously been well loved and paint could be seen smeared here and there upon it, but it only added to the charm of the place. They weren't terribly far from the food and drink table, which Gwen thought to be terribly convenient. "Does this table work?" She asked her companion who, unbeknownst to him, was still being checked out by quite a few of the other customers.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 3:38 am
"Same, really." Colin laughed, winking at Gwen and leaning in conspiratorially, "I'm no slouch with a make-up brush but a paintbrush is a completely different animal!" Had Quenton been there, he might have hazarded a hope that Colin would clean his paintbrushes more often than he cleaned his make-up brushes, but he wasn't so any catty remarks about brush care would either go to the wayside or would have to come from Gwen herself. "Ooo, Gwennie, I just had the best idea!" She'd snagged a delightful looking mug and he'd opted for something slightly more standard in shape but that had ended up with two handles. When he lifted his chalice, one of the employees started to say something, but Colin guarded it and she just gave up. "Hoooow about you paint mine...and I'll paint yours?" She was already moving towards a nice space for them to work in, and Colin followed happily, cradling his prize. "This table." He set his Chalice, which he'd begun to think of in those terms mentally, with a Capital C, onto the table and gazed critically at it for a moment before smiling back at his lovely companion. "This table is perfect." Colin moved so that he could drop to one knee before Gwen, reaching for her hand earnestly, in his princeliest manner - full of as much pomp and circumstance as he could manage while dressed like he'd fallen from the closet of a toddler obsessed with the 80's. "So...what do you think? Will you let me make you an absolute monstrosity of a mug? Please? Pleaaaaseee? I solemnly swear I will not paint dicks on it." He had eyes only for her. Green, sparkling ones that were full of the promise of good-natured mischief along with their wine and snacks. "Unless you want me to." It was so very hard to not break down laughing; Colin's mouth twitched with the urge.
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