Oh thank, God, not another rendition of I Will Survive. They wouldn't be surviving much longer demon protection or not with the way my temples are throbbing. I watch her carefully as Lorne cajoles and convinces the girl I was looking at and her awkward movements to go onstage
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Lorne's attention goes from me to the man that was staring at me, breezing him past me and onto the stage to take my place, leaving me standing there and wondering what happened in the past five minutes that make me feel like everything has just turned its self on its axis
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"Hey," I grumble, taking a little offense and frowning at Lorne's good-natured teasing. For some reason having the girl around to hear that made me feel...self-conscious. Not something that happens much, and it kind of gives me the creeps when it does.
I give a hint of a smile at the girl, wanting to look at her longer, but knowing that if I keep looking I'll want to keep looking. I turn back to Lorne without introducing myself. "So what did you see
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So this must be a taste of how awkward the lunch that I was supposed to have with Willow and Oz would have been if we actually were able to get together like Willow wanted. I don't know why this is feeling awkward, then again I'm not one for much of a conversation and this man doesn't seem to want to be bothered either
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Her joke makes me actually smile, and chuckle softly, really looking at her this time. It's too late to bow out now. I stir the pinkish drink with my tiny even pinker umbrella, and am suddenly grateful Lorne didn't bring or offer me blood. Somehow the thought of drinking blood in front of this girl is very unappealing.
"Name's Angel," I give her a rough smile, now that she's unwittingly broken the ice. And I am stuck here if I want to hear what Lorne has to say... Besides, it could be good to have another contact here. Another pair of eyes when you're looking for demons is always good, and I bet some of the demons we go after come here from time to time. For protection, of course
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The man offers me his name and I smile slightly, feeling a bit better knowing that he seemed a bit uneasy as well. "T-Tara..." The thought of pulling out more of a conversation than that crossed my mind but ended up dying from my lips. I don't think I can hold up a conversation with a stranger, someone from class was hard enough when we had something to base our words from
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Glancing around in our uncomfortable silence to see where the hell Lorne is, I see him several tables away with a table of five Knarlash demons. Great. Those guys gab more than Lorne seems to. It'll take him forever to do readings for all of them. I look back at Tara and try for some more conversation. I hear the big group laugh and glance over my shoulder to give a look, but then hear Tara suddenly stop talking
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"Okay, I'll...I'll keep you company." I felt bumps rise on my thighs as a draft blew on my damp skirt, making me shiver slightly. I bite my lip nervously and look at him when he talks, telling me to call him Angel, then asking about school
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Okay, what's with the shivering? Am I making her nervous? Did I just do something horrible like flash my eyes at her? Do I have bad hair? Is it scaring her? What did I-
Oh.
I give her a confused look, because, if she's going to give me the brush off, she really didn't have to make up excuses, she could have just left but-
Okay, blushing not really helping things. It might be a little bit of a...thing of mine. And she looks even more nervous and young, and pretty when she blushes. I nod though as she walks away. She promised though, so I guess I'll stay and see if she comes back
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He seems impressed with my going to UCLA and I can't for the life of me figure out why, so I just smile and shrug slightly; knowing that my going to school for teaching wasn't all that interesting
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Noble when I'm feeling her blush all the way across the table and wanting to brush fingers across her cheek. I don't think so. She's just a girl. She's not Buffy, I remind myself. And who said anything about this being anything more than a one time meeting? I don't know why I'm making this harder than it has to be
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There's a hand on my shoulder and I jump slightly, turning to see Angel standing above me. He stumbles over his words and I know they're meant to soothe me somewhat, but they make me feel a bit on edge.
I can't shake the feeling that he knows a bit more than I'm willing to ask or he's willing to tell me. I'm not sure if I'll get or want the chance to find out.
Angel looks at me intently and part of me wants to say no, but I don't and I nod quietly. "Alright...b-but I don't live too far so um...I don't mind walking." I didn't know how comfortable I felt going in a strange persons car; even if they were a friend of Lorne's. Then again, I didn't know Lorne all that well either.
I fix my scarf and dig my hands into my pockets, glancing up at Angel as we stand near the door. "I'm okay if...if you don't want to w-walk; I've walked alone before." Not in LA and I had a feeling it was a lot different out here than it was in Sunnydale.
Huh, I guess I don't notice it with Cordy any more, but it feels strange to have someone look up at me. With Wes around, I don't tower as much as I did in Sunnydale with just Buffy, or her, Willow, and Xander. Even Faith
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"Okay." I smile kindly at him and we head out of the club, the gentle pressure of his hand on my back for a moment until we head out from the door's of the club. The cold night air hits my face and I tighten the scarf around my neck and curl into myself as much as I can and digging my hands into my pockets as we walk
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I don't even notice that it's cold out until I see Tara scrunch down in her jacket and scarf from the corner of my eye. I'm guessing walking around with my coat open might seem kind of weird. She probably won't even notice. Besides, who says I'm going to see her again. Well, except we might be going to Lorne's more often, I guess...if I had gotten a reading
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Angel starts talking about the 'dark side' of L.A. and I find myself wondering what he was getting at and how much he knew about what we saw at Lorne's club. I wondered how he learned and...
I couldn't even dare to think that maybe I'd found someone I could share this part of my life with - as a friend that is. But I couldn't tell anyone about my family or what happened when my birthday comes.
Here comes the big question. I'm not sure how I feel about that but it's good that it's out there. I don't think I'm bold enough to dodge it or put it back on him. Maybe I'll just be honest and hope it doesn't sound like babble. "My mother..." I paused and tried to think carefully of my words. "I've never f-fit in anywhere and I've known and..." I can't exactly tell him that I'm a witch, maybe even a demon. "I've always known t-that there were demons and..." I shrug and look up at him. "It's a job. What about you?" I ask him without missing a beat.
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I give a hint of a smile at the girl, wanting to look at her longer, but knowing that if I keep looking I'll want to keep looking. I turn back to Lorne without introducing myself. "So what did you see ( ... )
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"Name's Angel," I give her a rough smile, now that she's unwittingly broken the ice. And I am stuck here if I want to hear what Lorne has to say... Besides, it could be good to have another contact here. Another pair of eyes when you're looking for demons is always good, and I bet some of the demons we go after come here from time to time. For protection, of course ( ... )
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I give her a confused look, because, if she's going to give me the brush off, she really didn't have to make up excuses, she could have just left but-
Okay, blushing not really helping things. It might be a little bit of a...thing of mine. And she looks even more nervous and young, and pretty when she blushes. I nod though as she walks away. She promised though, so I guess I'll stay and see if she comes back ( ... )
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I can't shake the feeling that he knows a bit more than I'm willing to ask or he's willing to tell me. I'm not sure if I'll get or want the chance to find out.
Angel looks at me intently and part of me wants to say no, but I don't and I nod quietly. "Alright...b-but I don't live too far so um...I don't mind walking." I didn't know how comfortable I felt going in a strange persons car; even if they were a friend of Lorne's. Then again, I didn't know Lorne all that well either.
I fix my scarf and dig my hands into my pockets, glancing up at Angel as we stand near the door. "I'm okay if...if you don't want to w-walk; I've walked alone before." Not in LA and I had a feeling it was a lot different out here than it was in Sunnydale.
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I couldn't even dare to think that maybe I'd found someone I could share this part of my life with - as a friend that is. But I couldn't tell anyone about my family or what happened when my birthday comes.
Here comes the big question. I'm not sure how I feel about that but it's good that it's out there. I don't think I'm bold enough to dodge it or put it back on him. Maybe I'll just be honest and hope it doesn't sound like babble. "My mother..." I paused and tried to think carefully of my words. "I've never f-fit in anywhere and I've known and..." I can't exactly tell him that I'm a witch, maybe even a demon. "I've always known t-that there were demons and..." I shrug and look up at him. "It's a job. What about you?" I ask him without missing a beat.
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