The Penitent Magdalene

[wolfhart_lilahm]

Friday night, a company Town Car came to my apartment to pick me up.  Somewhat to my surprise, they drove me down the 405 to the Getty Center, as I had requested.  I had half expected a quick trip to an abandoned building for a fun execution-style bullet to the back of the head.

My failures were still secret, it seemed.  Or possibly the Senior

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[_wes_pryce_]

Intimidating? Heh, so far Los Angeles on itself has been rather boring. Even before I ran into Faith's fist. It's the same everywhere I've noticed. Just a lot of demons that need slaying, a contact here and there to get the things rolling. It really is the same where ever you go.

"Well, so far it's offered me a job," I shrug again. "Other then that I've found it rather...boring. Apart from the...mugging that is. I could do without that bit." Giving her a polite smile, I glance at her. It's almost as if she's putting me on a weighing-scale.

The scale tips to one side or the other. Worthy to play with or only amusing for a little while. Of course in my case it usually skips all the way to, 'not worth the attention'. But she's still talking to me, so I guess I'm still amusing her for now. "So why are you hiding from the party...Miss? I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know your name." Why is she hiding anyway? If indeed she's hiding. Considering how nervous she was when I bumped into her I'd have to say she was.

[wolfhart_lilahm]

Hmm... the boy was getting uppity. And perceptive. I wasn't sure if I liked that.

Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I didn't like it. I'm not too fond of conversations getting out of my control.

"I'm hiding, as you put it," I said, bristling a bit, "Because I needed to clear my head. It's been a rough week and I'd rather not be here tonight. And it's Morgan. Lilah Morgan. Who are you?"

[_wes_pryce_]

Oh dear, I seemed to have hit a sore point there. That was not my intention. Very interesting though. Perhaps she's not as...though? As she likes to pretend. Which would explain the nervousness I saw earlier.

Raising an eyebrow, I duck my head and clear my throat. "I'm sorry, that was terribly rude of me, Miss Morgan. I apologize." Clear her head? She should've gone for a walk. Well no, that would be rather foolish too in this town. Then again she looks as though she can handle herself perfectly well.

"I'm...Wesley Wyndam-Pryce," I nod at her. "And I've already told you who I am, or rather what I do," which is mostly a lie. Rogue Demon Hunter my arse. "I had just forgotten to mention my name. I'm terribly sorry to have interrupted your...errr....meditational time. I'll leave you to it then? I shant disturb you any further."

[wolfhart_lilahm]

"No, it's fine," I said, downing the last of my scotch, "Nice to meet you, Wesley. I'm just being difficult."

It was a strange feeling, looking up at him. I almost thought he was... well, it's hard to explain. He reminded me of dysfunctional relationships and love affairs combined of equal parts lust and self-loathing. Which was stupid. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce was obviously a quiet, nervous academic, who would let me walk all over him and would probably get off on it.

Ah hell. Maybe I could use an evening with a quiet normal. "Tell you what... did you drive here?"

[_wes_pryce_]

I was about to turn around and leave her have her peace. I had to get back home anyway. Dennis was probably worried by now. Perhaps I should call him to make certain he knew I was alright. I mean he can't pick up the telephone but Cordelia had an answering machine, he should be able to hear that.

Wait a minute. Pause and rewind here. I'm worried about a ghost being worried now? Good lord, I need to get a life. Well, he did take good are of me while I was unable to do so myself. Probably because otherwise he'd face the wrath of Cordelia. At least in the beginning, we're good friends now. My best friend is a ghost, how sad is that.

"Errr...No. I'm not allowed to drive just yet. My ...friend, made me get a cab." And to be quite honest? She doesn't look like the type who's get a thrill out of climbing on the back of a motor cycle if I had driven over here.

[wolfhart_lilahm]

"Okay," I said, and I smiled (an actual genuine smile, which I normally tried to avoid, because I think it makes my teeth look too big), "This isn't a come-on. You're probably not going to get to go to bed with me. But I have a company car and I want to get... the.. hell... out of here. So can I buy you dinner and give you a lift home?"

I stood up and gently touched his bruises with the back of my satin-gloved hand. "Maybe a steak. Rare. Get you some iron to heal these bad boys up."

[_wes_pryce_]

Alright, I know I just palled visibly and then turned bright red. The...what.. g-go to be with her? That thought hadn't even crossed my mind. "I...err...I assure you, Miss-Miss Morgan that was the last thing on my mind." Wincing I swallow and look at her. "N-not that I would mind...err...that is to say....I think I should shut up now." I hope I didn't insult her. Good lord, the women certainly are very different here.

Wait, did she just ask me out to dinner? My goodness a real warm meal. I can't remember when I had that last. I can't afford it, and I'm not about to use Cordelia's credit at the stores. She's gone to enough trouble as it is. But it's hardly polite and gentleman like to have the lady pay for the meal

[wolfhart_lilahm]

"Why, Wesley, are you going to personally hold back fifty years of the feminist movement?" I inquired, fluttering my eyelashes in mock horror, "I asked, I pay. Consider it compensation for your mugging."

I rose, clearing nonexistent dirt from my skirt. When we were both standing, I noticed that even in my heels he was a few inches taller than me. That is unusual, and I smiled unconsciously. "I need to go pick up my coat and call the driver. I'll meet you at the door in five minutes?"

[wolfhart_lilahm]

((OOC))

So do you think this is a good point to fade to black? Date chit-chat really isn't that fascinating.

And then the question... did they or didn't they?

[_wes_pryce_]

((OOC))

Its fine by me to cap it here.

And no, I don't think they did. Not in the state Wesley is in, besides, S1 Wes? I don't think it ever crossed his mind. But hey we can leave that in the middle. ;-)

[wolfhart_lilahm]

((Sounds good to me. And at least Wes got to have dinner with a hottie. Maybe it'll perk him up some))