Hell is around the corner
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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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.
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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?
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“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.
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"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.
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