Hell is around the corner

[prodigal_slayer]

Why are you running away, Killer? You're stronger than he is. Why do you let him push you around like that, huh? Is it because deep down you still just want someone to beat the bad out of you? Well guess what, Cupcake. Now you're living inside the bad thing."Shut up!" I hissed out angrily as I rounded the corner of the top steps and suddenly

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[prodigal_slayer]

Knew he was gonna cave. Soon as I saw that look on his face I knew that he was as good as toast. How the fuck could he stay cooped up in this place? Besides, it hadn't escaped my keen notice that this little adventure in Body Swapping? Had kinda shaken him out of his funk about Connor. Or at least it had distracted him enough from him that he was willin' to come out with me even if it was just to babysit me.

"Fine." I agreed as I pulled him out of the lobby doors and out onto the sidewalk. "We'll start off at a bar....and then move onto the club." I grinned down at him knowin' full well I could pretty much do anything right now and he'd be comin' with me just to keep an eye on his own body. Sucker. Least I got him out of the house.

Besides, I bet goin' to a club and dancin' in a body like this? I'd have the hot girls fightin' just to get near me. Seriously. Angel was hot. If he ever just let himself loosen up and have a good time we could have a blast. Besides, he had a fucking perfect happiness clause hangin' over his head. He shouldn't let it go to waste now that he could live clause free for alittle while. He should take advantage and go out and get happy, ya know?

Vaguelly I wondered if that meant I had a curse on me. Not that I was worried about it. I couldn't imagine one single thing that could possibly make me perfectly happy. Right. Onto less depressing things. Like drinking.

"So, since I'm playin' the part of you tonight does that mean I get to drive?" I asked with a wicked smirk in his direction already knowin' that the answer would be a big fat no. Besides, I was pretty sure the keys were still upstairs. Looked like we were hoofin' it.

[weloveyouangel]

We got outside, leaving Wesley behind. I felt we should tell him, but I'm sure he'd know. Sure of it. If not, then it would be something else we'd be lectured about. I felt like we were little kids around Wesley -- not anymore though. We had our talk ... or what there was of it and that was that. I nodded at her when she agreed with me, why would she not? Only to add it to ... a club. I didn't really like those, mostly because I didn't dance and why should I? I wasn't happy and I couldn't get happy so why be included on the foreplay that was going on on the dancefloor?

Sighing, I ran my fingers (her fingers) through my hair and then let them linger. I twirled a lock of hair as I listened to her. This was getting too confusing. "No club, only a bar and no, you're not driving ..." I said and looked over at my car, then patted down my pants. No keys.

"Nevermind, we're walking ... let's go and get this over with," I sighed and walked past her towards the nearest bar. A bunch of thoughts went through my head - the fact that I couldn't be happy ... but tonight I could. I already thought of that, but how could I do that to her body? So, I decided that I wouldn't, it wasn't fair. Just a few drinks and then we'd be home.

And hopefully Wes had figured out something.

[prodigal_slayer]

"Ya know," I said happily, entwining my arm in his as we walked down the sidewalk. "You could act a little less depressed about bein' stuck in my body. I mean, I'm hot, admit it. And you can live it up tonight, dude. No worry about gettin' too happy, no none heartbeat to slow you down but you still got mad skills. Trust me." I smirked down at him as he shot me another cranky look. Seriously! What did it take?! That was it, I was just gonna have to take him out and get him drunk.

Quickly I veered off to the left into the first dive bar I saw. Dive bar, that was fine. It was a start and once I got him all good and liquored up? We'd go to the club and I just knew he'd have a good time if he just loosened up and let himself have fun.

"Two shots of Jack." I ordered at the bar as Angel sat down next to me on one of the barstools. I was at a bar and I felt like I should smoke but I wasn't even breathing. Weird. "Actually, make his...uhh...her's a double."

He nodded at me and went off to grab our drinks. "See, everything's gonna be just fine, Faith. Just chill the fuck out." I said as the drinks were finally poured and placed on the bar in front of us.

[weloveyouangel]

Well, she was right. She was hot, but that’s not something that I care to admit on a daily basis. Mostly because well, I just … I was so upset right now and she was just making it worse in one way and then making me more relaxed in the other. I’d be much better off, we’d both be much better off back at the hotel. I mean, come on, we could have gotten drunk at the hotel if that’s what she wanted to do, but she was so hellbent on getting me out here to make a fool out of myself. Well, herself because ultimately to everyone else, I was her and I wasn’t me. But, mostly, I was thinking that she was telling me it was okay for me to go out and do whatever, because she wanted it to be okay for her to. Which it wasn’t.

She took off and walked into a bar that I don’t usually go into, but it was okay. At least they won’t know me here. Well, her. Whatever, I was tired of it.

Sitting next to her as she asked the bartender for drinks, I looked around bored, wondering just how much power she had. I could possibly bring her back to the hotel, using force of course.

“Thanks,” I said and the bartender gave me a look. I could feel my face flush and I turned away suddenly, downing the drink. Is this what they felt like just when some guy looked at them in that certain way?

Wow.

Placing the shot glass back on the table, I slid it toward the bartender. “Another. Please,” I said and looked at Faith who was giving me a look. I just shrugged and rolled my eyes. “Fine. I’m ‘chilling’ the fuck out.” Which now? I think I was.

[prodigal_slayer]

The bartender was totally checkin' out Angel's goods and I smirked wickedly. Wait. My goods! He was checkin' out my goods and Angel was shiftin' nervously under the attention. What a wimp! Well, serve him right. Now he knew what it was like to be me all the time. Totally hot! Whatever. I just shrugged and downed my shot before ordering another round. We were gonna have to get him shitfaced and soon. Wondered if vampires could get drunk. No time like the presence to find out.

"It's about damn time." I admonished him when he finally relented to my whole chill the fuck out philosophy. Shrugging I took another shot as the bartender set them on the table.

"Why don't you bring the whole bottle this time." I told the bartender who was barely even payin' attention to me cause he was too busy tryin' to sneak a peek at Angel's cleavage. That was totally my cleavage thank you very much!

Can you smell it, Faithy?

"Shut up!" I hissed suddenly, causing Angel and the bartender to both give me a curious look. The bartender quickly shuffled off to get us our bottle and I turned back to Angel.

"It's nothing." I said defensively, once I saw the question in those dark familiar eyes. Did he have to use my own expression against me?

[__angel]

The bartender kept on staring at me, well, her chest. I looked down when he did and then looked at Faith. What the hell, I mean, not that it … well, no! It wasn’t okay! But, I could feel her body reacting and goodness, I needed more to drink so I could numb it all. Then Faith asked for the whole bottle and I nodded. Good idea. Jumping a little, I looked at Faith and then the bartender who left to go and get it.

“Are you okay?” I asked and looked her over. In the end, it was me protecting her, I was … well, me and I still helped the hopeless right? Not that Faith was hopeless, but I was still the man around here. I was the one who took care of everything and I would. Still. Even like this.

The bartender came back and set the bottle in front of us. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” I said and the bartender just shook his head and patted Faith’s shoulder. “Lucky you man,” he smirked before walking away.

“What an ass I sighed and then nodded over to a darkened corner, grabbing the bottle and making my way over. Sitting down in the booth, I opened up the bottle and took a sip, looking at her as she sat down. In my body. My hot body. No, wait, wrong thing.

[prodigal_slayer]

I felt a growl unintentionally rise up out of my throat when the bartender patted me on the shoulder and told me I was lucky. Lucky? Oh yeah, lucky. Cause I got to spend some time alone with my body! Fuck. I just wanted it back now because Angelus was startin' to drive me a little crazy. Angel grabbed the bottle and went to go sit in one of the booths down in the corner. That was five by five with me, I just swaggered off the barstool and followed him, sliding down into the opposite side of the booth as Angel. He was looking up at me expectantly as I sat down and I frowned. Did I have something on my face or something?

"Oh. Yeah. I'm fine." I said quickly, pouring myself another shot out of the bottle. What? Was that not convincing enough? I could try harder but I really just didn't feel like it. 'Sides, this was Angel's body, he should understand that it was kind've fucking freaky to be livin' in his skin. Damn. Was this what it was like to be him all the time? Did he always have the pervert in the back of his brain tellin' him that we all smelled like Happy Meals? That was kinda freaky.

"Just weird is all, bein' in your body. But whatever. Wes is workin' on it. Sure we'll be back to our normal selves in no time at all. Til then, we might as well enjoy it, right?" I asked him with a grin not sure if I was tryin' to convince him or me at this point. Not that it mattered. We were gonna have fun. I was gonna make him have fun. He deserved it. Shit. At least he was out of the house and not upstairs, locked in his room and moping about Connor. I knew that Connor's death hit him pretty hard so maybe it was good that we did this little body swap. Let him get out and have some fun without worrying about all the Angel type things he usually had to worry about.

"So hey, in case you didn't figure it out? My tryin' to impersonate you and convince Wes to stay? Big fucking flop." I said with a frown as I took another drink from the bottle before passin' it back to him. I didn't feel any more drunk which was sort of a bummer. Maybe vamps couldn't really get drunk. No wonder Angel was so grouchy all the time. "I think he's really gonna leave after he puts us back in our real bodies."

I stopped to think about that. Why was I suddenly so attached to Wesley? Was it cause I'd been lookin' down at his dead body for a little while? Course, he wasn't really dead I just thought he was. Ever since then? I got kinda mad when Angel was bein' a prick to him.