From piece_of_metal
((note: continued from here.))
At Warren's suggestion that we go to his room while we let Xander soak in his own blood... and, uh, pain and... rubbing alcohol... well, I of course nodded enthusiastically and made sure that I was the first one up the stairs. I wanted to show Warren that I was still willing to listen to him after my little slip up earlier. I still couldn't believe that I'd been stupid enough to question him. But I'd make it up to Warren. I'd show him that I was just as ready as ever to follow orders.
Getting out of the basement was good. It was starting to get kinda warm down there, and smelly too. Like alcohol and... well, I couldn't really put my finger on the exact other smell.
Have you ever fallen on your bicycle as a kid and skidded along the pavement so that your leg or arm got all scraped up and your bike fell on top of you? Shut up, it's happened to me a few times. But right after that happened, the second you feel that raw kind of sting where you're hurt and that dull ache where the metal of the bike collided with you, there's this smell. This hot, wet kind of smell... it almost hurts just to smell it. Well, the entire basement was saturated with that smell. I wasn't hurt, but it made me feel weird like maybe I should be feeling pain. It was just uncomfortable is all, so when I reached the top of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, I took a big long breath of the fresher air.
After looking around the kitchen and seeing it was still normal, despite all that had happened in the basement, I began to calm down. What we'd done wasn't there in front of me anymore; it was done, in the past, and hadn't caused FBI agents to burst out of every crevice of the house and shoot me full of holes. Just like last time, when Warren had killed Katrina. I'd been so scared at first, freaking out even. But after I had some time to adjust (and we'd gotten rid of the body) it wasn't so bad. In fact, it'd been pretty cool. This time I hadn't freaked out too much to begin with, and now what we were doing seemed like... extra cool. We really were super villains! And we were going to get away with it!
We... we had to celebrate! We had to party! We had to do something, because I was so suddenly and totally buzzed. It was like I was in the theater, about to see "Revenge of the Sith", and the Lucas Film logo had just come up on the screen. Skidding over to the fridge (I was still only in my pants and socks) I pulled out the bottle of Merl-whatsit that Warren had said was there. I didn't really care too much about it, since anything with alcohol in it just tasted funny unless there was lots of juice, fruit, and/or ice cream mixed in, but I was sure that Warren and Anya would want some. I even grabbed three of those long-stemmed glasses Warren liked.
Not waiting for the others, I fairly bounced down the hallway to Warren's room, bumping the door open with my hip since my hands were all full. I put the bottle and glasses on Warren's computer table (off to the side of his keyboard and mouse, of course) and took the opportunity before the Warren came in to jump around a bit before finally falling back onto the bed and just letting the springs bounce me for a bit.
Oh! So excited! Totally juiced! And now, Warren and Anya and I'd all toast each other and celebrate and it would be great! And, uh, maybe then we could kick Anya out for a while because... well, let's just say that my entire body was all psyched up and ready to go. And hey, Warren and I never did finish that thing we'd started earlier in the basement... whatever that really was. I hadn't exactly found any time to pull Warren to the side and say "hey, you wouldn't happen to enjoy homosexual activities, do you? Because that thing that happened back there was pretty gay." On the other hand, he had like... tongue-wrestled with Anya in front of Xander, but maybe that was just to make Xander jealous. But that didn't matter, Anya was Anya and just kinda there and Warren could be whatever he wanted and I was so fucking excited and electrified and maybe I'd actually end up having sex for the first time in my entire life and we'd just tortured Xander in the basement and we were going to get away with it!
At Warren's suggestion that we go to his room while we let Xander soak in his own blood... and, uh, pain and... rubbing alcohol... well, I of course nodded enthusiastically and made sure that I was the first one up the stairs. I wanted to show Warren that I was still willing to listen to him after my little slip up earlier. I still couldn't believe that I'd been stupid enough to question him. But I'd make it up to Warren. I'd show him that I was just as ready as ever to follow orders.
Getting out of the basement was good. It was starting to get kinda warm down there, and smelly too. Like alcohol and... well, I couldn't really put my finger on the exact other smell.
Have you ever fallen on your bicycle as a kid and skidded along the pavement so that your leg or arm got all scraped up and your bike fell on top of you? Shut up, it's happened to me a few times. But right after that happened, the second you feel that raw kind of sting where you're hurt and that dull ache where the metal of the bike collided with you, there's this smell. This hot, wet kind of smell... it almost hurts just to smell it. Well, the entire basement was saturated with that smell. I wasn't hurt, but it made me feel weird like maybe I should be feeling pain. It was just uncomfortable is all, so when I reached the top of the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, I took a big long breath of the fresher air.
After looking around the kitchen and seeing it was still normal, despite all that had happened in the basement, I began to calm down. What we'd done wasn't there in front of me anymore; it was done, in the past, and hadn't caused FBI agents to burst out of every crevice of the house and shoot me full of holes. Just like last time, when Warren had killed Katrina. I'd been so scared at first, freaking out even. But after I had some time to adjust (and we'd gotten rid of the body) it wasn't so bad. In fact, it'd been pretty cool. This time I hadn't freaked out too much to begin with, and now what we were doing seemed like... extra cool. We really were super villains! And we were going to get away with it!
We... we had to celebrate! We had to party! We had to do something, because I was so suddenly and totally buzzed. It was like I was in the theater, about to see "Revenge of the Sith", and the Lucas Film logo had just come up on the screen. Skidding over to the fridge (I was still only in my pants and socks) I pulled out the bottle of Merl-whatsit that Warren had said was there. I didn't really care too much about it, since anything with alcohol in it just tasted funny unless there was lots of juice, fruit, and/or ice cream mixed in, but I was sure that Warren and Anya would want some. I even grabbed three of those long-stemmed glasses Warren liked.
Not waiting for the others, I fairly bounced down the hallway to Warren's room, bumping the door open with my hip since my hands were all full. I put the bottle and glasses on Warren's computer table (off to the side of his keyboard and mouse, of course) and took the opportunity before the Warren came in to jump around a bit before finally falling back onto the bed and just letting the springs bounce me for a bit.
Oh! So excited! Totally juiced! And now, Warren and Anya and I'd all toast each other and celebrate and it would be great! And, uh, maybe then we could kick Anya out for a while because... well, let's just say that my entire body was all psyched up and ready to go. And hey, Warren and I never did finish that thing we'd started earlier in the basement... whatever that really was. I hadn't exactly found any time to pull Warren to the side and say "hey, you wouldn't happen to enjoy homosexual activities, do you? Because that thing that happened back there was pretty gay." On the other hand, he had like... tongue-wrestled with Anya in front of Xander, but maybe that was just to make Xander jealous. But that didn't matter, Anya was Anya and just kinda there and Warren could be whatever he wanted and I was so fucking excited and electrified and maybe I'd actually end up having sex for the first time in my entire life and we'd just tortured Xander in the basement and we were going to get away with it!