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Despite my "incident" with Ms. Burkle I spent the rest of my evening quite relaxed. Lindsey was back in town, and although I always hated to admit it...he was quite the player in our little game. It would be good to have him back on my side again. I couldn't wait to see the things that we came up with for little Angel.
I entered the office the next day full of renewed vigor. My trademark swagger back in my step, and I laughed at the little gremlins running around doing Angel and Co's bidding.
I found Eve and spent a large portion of my morning messing with her precious little head. She still seemed to be rather moony over Lindsey. I made sure I would definately have to keep those two apart. There was no way I was going to let her little manicured ass get in the way of our plans. Although come to think of it, she could be useful in getting messages from the senior partners...No. Definately not. Too risky.
After getting my fill of torturing Eve I spent my lunch hour with Anya. She sat behind her desk and I balanced myself on the edge while we ate chinese take-out. She was in the midst of an amusing story that she had heard in the break room about Lorne being turned human after he turned down a Plingu's recording contract when a tall dark and hunched shadow fell over her desk. Expecting Angel, I looked up to find none other than Wesley. Interesting. I would have thought he wouldn't be seen anywhere near me after that fight I had with his little Freddles in the hallway the other day.
"Shrimp?" I asked skewering with my chopsticks and wiggling it in his direction. He gave me one of his patened Wyndam-Pryce looks, (the ones that got me into bed in the first place) and I gave him a little shrug, popping the shrimp into my own mouth.
(Open To Wes.)
I entered the office the next day full of renewed vigor. My trademark swagger back in my step, and I laughed at the little gremlins running around doing Angel and Co's bidding.
I found Eve and spent a large portion of my morning messing with her precious little head. She still seemed to be rather moony over Lindsey. I made sure I would definately have to keep those two apart. There was no way I was going to let her little manicured ass get in the way of our plans. Although come to think of it, she could be useful in getting messages from the senior partners...No. Definately not. Too risky.
After getting my fill of torturing Eve I spent my lunch hour with Anya. She sat behind her desk and I balanced myself on the edge while we ate chinese take-out. She was in the midst of an amusing story that she had heard in the break room about Lorne being turned human after he turned down a Plingu's recording contract when a tall dark and hunched shadow fell over her desk. Expecting Angel, I looked up to find none other than Wesley. Interesting. I would have thought he wouldn't be seen anywhere near me after that fight I had with his little Freddles in the hallway the other day.
"Shrimp?" I asked skewering with my chopsticks and wiggling it in his direction. He gave me one of his patened Wyndam-Pryce looks, (the ones that got me into bed in the first place) and I gave him a little shrug, popping the shrimp into my own mouth.
(Open To Wes.)