Why the hell I'd been standin' 'round listenin' t'Harm talk, I had no idea. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I just fuckin' stormed off tryin' t'find out where Cordy had run off. Wasn't everyday that you had one of the best shags of your unlife and woke up t'find the bird in question goneEspecially if you're me
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I would have said that to Fred if Spike and Wesley weren't walking in to join us. What a lousy coincidence.
"Hey." I smiled to Spike and Wes, trying to make it seem like we weren't just talking about them. We didn't say anything bad, it shouldn't upset them. And it's not like I jumped out of bed and ran down here so that Fred and I could compare, or rate them, we hardly mentioned last night. Our conversation was strictly about our feelings for them. They should be happy, or vaugely amused, at the very least, I'd like a little indifference here.
"Wesley, there's plenty of food if you're hungry."
I'm not sure about blood, maybe Angel went out and got this place stocked again or something. That would be just great. I'm sure Angel would be happy to whine about how Spike got into his blood supply, which, really, could serve as a decent distraction. Maybe it wouldn't be all that bad.
I'm not avoiding the big talk(s), I'm just not walking into them, either. Spike and Angel don't scare. Especially not Spike. I mean, if I wanted him to get off my back, I have certain activities I could threaten to take away now, don't I?
It's almost sad how sure I am that it would work, too.
...Crap.
If Fred and I were down here talking about Spike and Wesley, and Spike and Wesley were somewhere together, doesn't that mean they were talking about us too?
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