The next move
Good thing it was finally night 'round here, so's I could leave the soddin' hotel and go get me my fags and liquor.
'Course, I didn't have any money t'pay for 'em, so's I told 'em t'charge it t'Angel Investigations and walked out with my bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and quite a few packs of Marlboros in the other.
So much had happened already since the Powers that Bitch brought us back, and we still hadn't started the soddin' war again that Cordy had told us 'bout... or had we?
Gunn was dead. Didn't understand why'd they'd bring him back if he was meant t'die. 'Course, maybe he wasn't meant t'die, maybe...
Fuck, I'm no good at this. This... tryin' t'figure out all this shit. Never have been. But no one else was doin' it, was doin' much of anythin'.
Right, back t'thinkin'...
I lit up a fag finally - finally - and drew in the wonderful taste of it. Been far too long since I'd had me one. Puffed on it a bit as I walked back t'the hotel and realized... what if Gunn dyin' was part of this new war or some such?
But, no... Big Blue had been the one t'kill him, right? Couldn't be it.
That's when I saw her, headin' out of the hotel and sod it all, I sure as hell wasn't gonna stop the leather queen. Not when I knew she could kick my arse anytime she fuckin' felt like it.
Nah, I just walked back in, sat down on the couch thing in the middle of the lobby, and began t'stop thinkin' and t'start drinkin'. THAT, I knew at least, was somethin' I was good at...
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'Course, I didn't have any money t'pay for 'em, so's I told 'em t'charge it t'Angel Investigations and walked out with my bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and quite a few packs of Marlboros in the other.
So much had happened already since the Powers that Bitch brought us back, and we still hadn't started the soddin' war again that Cordy had told us 'bout... or had we?
Gunn was dead. Didn't understand why'd they'd bring him back if he was meant t'die. 'Course, maybe he wasn't meant t'die, maybe...
Fuck, I'm no good at this. This... tryin' t'figure out all this shit. Never have been. But no one else was doin' it, was doin' much of anythin'.
Right, back t'thinkin'...
I lit up a fag finally - finally - and drew in the wonderful taste of it. Been far too long since I'd had me one. Puffed on it a bit as I walked back t'the hotel and realized... what if Gunn dyin' was part of this new war or some such?
But, no... Big Blue had been the one t'kill him, right? Couldn't be it.
That's when I saw her, headin' out of the hotel and sod it all, I sure as hell wasn't gonna stop the leather queen. Not when I knew she could kick my arse anytime she fuckin' felt like it.
Nah, I just walked back in, sat down on the couch thing in the middle of the lobby, and began t'stop thinkin' and t'start drinkin'. THAT, I knew at least, was somethin' I was good at...
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