Vacation shopping
Who: Lilah, Cordelia and Wesley (w. Max)
When: After Wes spontaneously booked a cruise
Where: First at Wes' home then the mall
What: Clothes and supply shopping for a vacation
Status: Incomplete
Cordelia was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang, staring at a piece of chocolate she knew she shouldn't eat but boy, did she want to.
Things had *so* totally not bein going the way they should have been going. Cordelia found out that she wasn't the only one who could act during the holidays. Actually, it had all started with Max' birthday, which had been great! Nothing wrong with that. The little boy had been having fun, the kids they'd invited had fun, Katie had fun, everyone had been having fun and no one, but then really *no one* had noticed the tension between the AI memembers which you could cut with a knife. Wow.
Angel, of course, had been inside doing his brooding thing. But since he was the broody sorta guy no one noticed. Gunn hid at the table with food, while she herself flitted about being a good hostess. Wesley just avoided them all while he wore that painful smile that showed he didn't do that often. Good thing he was with Max most of the time, cause the man's son could make him smile for real. The only one of the AI gang who did seem to get along with everyone was Lorne and Illyria stood above it all of course.
Snotty stupid blue little...
No, things were *so* not the way the should. To top it all off there had been Xander's return. Seeing the boy had brought back all sorts of feelings she had thought long, long gone. Sure, she'd been drawn to Wes more and more lately. But she was starting to wonder if that, perhaps, wasn't just-- you know, shared burdens and all that. And now that was gone. There was this icy silence in the house cause Wes still only talked to her - or Gunn and Angel - if he absolutely had to. It hurt and she understood his reasons, but her pride kept her from saying she was sorry. Sorry for jumping to conclusions, sorry for thinking the worst right away, sorry that this was her *best* friend she was thinking that about. And her guys, of course, were also too stubborn to do something about it.
Fuck, things couldn't possibly get any worse.
"Okay, okay," the former cheerleader grumbled as the doorbell rang again. If Wes was gonna take the day off he could open the damn door couldn't he? He'd been tip-toeing around the house all morning, doing some frantic writing. And just now he'd gone up to 'Get Max ready to go out.'
"Out where?" she mumbled to herself as she threw open the door. "Oh..." Only to reveal the absolute *last* person she'd been expecting. Sure, she knew Wes still had contact with *her*. But hello! The woman had tried kill them all at least *once*! And that was just for starters. Geeze. What did Wes see in that bitch? Other then being this really weird distraction *that* summer. The one they all thought was forgotten and forgiven.
"Did you take a wrong turn?" She snapped at the lawyer, "If you drive back, then find the main road? Should lead you straight back to hell, you know, where you belong. What do you *want*, Lilah?"
When: After Wes spontaneously booked a cruise
Where: First at Wes' home then the mall
What: Clothes and supply shopping for a vacation
Status: Incomplete
Cordelia was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang, staring at a piece of chocolate she knew she shouldn't eat but boy, did she want to.
Things had *so* totally not bein going the way they should have been going. Cordelia found out that she wasn't the only one who could act during the holidays. Actually, it had all started with Max' birthday, which had been great! Nothing wrong with that. The little boy had been having fun, the kids they'd invited had fun, Katie had fun, everyone had been having fun and no one, but then really *no one* had noticed the tension between the AI memembers which you could cut with a knife. Wow.
Angel, of course, had been inside doing his brooding thing. But since he was the broody sorta guy no one noticed. Gunn hid at the table with food, while she herself flitted about being a good hostess. Wesley just avoided them all while he wore that painful smile that showed he didn't do that often. Good thing he was with Max most of the time, cause the man's son could make him smile for real. The only one of the AI gang who did seem to get along with everyone was Lorne and Illyria stood above it all of course.
Snotty stupid blue little...
No, things were *so* not the way the should. To top it all off there had been Xander's return. Seeing the boy had brought back all sorts of feelings she had thought long, long gone. Sure, she'd been drawn to Wes more and more lately. But she was starting to wonder if that, perhaps, wasn't just-- you know, shared burdens and all that. And now that was gone. There was this icy silence in the house cause Wes still only talked to her - or Gunn and Angel - if he absolutely had to. It hurt and she understood his reasons, but her pride kept her from saying she was sorry. Sorry for jumping to conclusions, sorry for thinking the worst right away, sorry that this was her *best* friend she was thinking that about. And her guys, of course, were also too stubborn to do something about it.
Fuck, things couldn't possibly get any worse.
"Okay, okay," the former cheerleader grumbled as the doorbell rang again. If Wes was gonna take the day off he could open the damn door couldn't he? He'd been tip-toeing around the house all morning, doing some frantic writing. And just now he'd gone up to 'Get Max ready to go out.'
"Out where?" she mumbled to herself as she threw open the door. "Oh..." Only to reveal the absolute *last* person she'd been expecting. Sure, she knew Wes still had contact with *her*. But hello! The woman had tried kill them all at least *once*! And that was just for starters. Geeze. What did Wes see in that bitch? Other then being this really weird distraction *that* summer. The one they all thought was forgotten and forgiven.
"Did you take a wrong turn?" She snapped at the lawyer, "If you drive back, then find the main road? Should lead you straight back to hell, you know, where you belong. What do you *want*, Lilah?"