When you have no place else to go...
He told me to get out of town. To run. Well, let's make this real simple for those of you playing along at home. Lilah Morgan doesn't hide; she doesn't turn tail and run. Besides even if I did, where would I run? Plus; kinda got a big gaping abdomen wound to deal with.
So for better or worse here I am in Wes' apartment. Figured I was less likely to be found here than my place. No, I don't think it's pathetic. After all, I could be in the sewers somewhere. Anyway, I'm sure the conquering hero will be back soon enough. All has been right with the world for a while now.
Maybe in the eventualities of this world destroying cataclysmic event, Mr. I'm a good guy now and I will even be able to reconcile. Maybe not. Doesn't really matter I suppose. Either way I shouldn't be here much longer. Just need a place to stay until Wolfram and Hart is up and running again. And when it is I will be back at the helm, bigger and better than ever.
You know what they say; can't keep a good girl down.
I made my way out to the kitchen. Apparently the past few days have left Wes with less time to do laundry, and this wound was acting up again. I had managed to get some antiseptic from the bathroom; always knew that Wes' appreciation for the boy scout code of honor, or whatever it was called it would come in handy. But no towels or clean cloths of any sort. So I grabbed a dishtowel and sat down on the bed.
After a few minutes of dressing my wounds I managed to get settled again. I looked at the shirt I was wearing. Clean enough, I guess. I had changed into some spare clothes when I got here. Luckily I had been able to find almost everything here I needed but the shirt, and well, I ended up wearing his. Probably not the most attractive look in the world, but really, have bigger problems at the moment.
Currently at the top of that list; well it would seem we have crossed out bring back the sun. Probably handled the beast. (So why am I staying here? Well, let's just say I have a theory, and that theory includes something bigger than big rock guy.) That leaves us with...Oh yeah, how to handle Wesley finding me in his apartment. And the gaping wound. But I seem to have that under control for now. Well then, this should be fun.
(Open to Wes)
So for better or worse here I am in Wes' apartment. Figured I was less likely to be found here than my place. No, I don't think it's pathetic. After all, I could be in the sewers somewhere. Anyway, I'm sure the conquering hero will be back soon enough. All has been right with the world for a while now.
Maybe in the eventualities of this world destroying cataclysmic event, Mr. I'm a good guy now and I will even be able to reconcile. Maybe not. Doesn't really matter I suppose. Either way I shouldn't be here much longer. Just need a place to stay until Wolfram and Hart is up and running again. And when it is I will be back at the helm, bigger and better than ever.
You know what they say; can't keep a good girl down.
I made my way out to the kitchen. Apparently the past few days have left Wes with less time to do laundry, and this wound was acting up again. I had managed to get some antiseptic from the bathroom; always knew that Wes' appreciation for the boy scout code of honor, or whatever it was called it would come in handy. But no towels or clean cloths of any sort. So I grabbed a dishtowel and sat down on the bed.
After a few minutes of dressing my wounds I managed to get settled again. I looked at the shirt I was wearing. Clean enough, I guess. I had changed into some spare clothes when I got here. Luckily I had been able to find almost everything here I needed but the shirt, and well, I ended up wearing his. Probably not the most attractive look in the world, but really, have bigger problems at the moment.
Currently at the top of that list; well it would seem we have crossed out bring back the sun. Probably handled the beast. (So why am I staying here? Well, let's just say I have a theory, and that theory includes something bigger than big rock guy.) That leaves us with...Oh yeah, how to handle Wesley finding me in his apartment. And the gaping wound. But I seem to have that under control for now. Well then, this should be fun.
(Open to Wes)