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Wearily rubbing my eyes, I left the room where Cordy was and headed downstairs. Who would have thought that behing behind the phones would ever constitute as a break from everything for me? Either way, I was glad that Cordy was alive and seemingly unscathed by the ordeal. Willow on the other hand, she was a whole other ball game. No, a whole other World Series. She was the World Series between the Yankees and the Red Sox in the last inning with ten thousand fans rioting in the streets.
Try slapping a gigantic bandaid on that one, and maybe you'll have a sense of the day I am having.
The quiet of the lobby was a welcome relief to me, as I eagerly rubbed my hands together with the thought of a nice Seabreeze to get me back on track. I mosied on down the stairs and wandered behind the counter, gathering various bits of cocktail parapharnelia as I whistled some old Patsy Cline tune. I set my shaker up on the counter beside my bottle of vodka and was about to go off in search of some ice when I heard someone coming in from the garden.
Warily, I craned my neck over the counter to see who it might be. Hopefully Angel had subdued Willow enough to bring her back home. Or maybe it was even Groo and---
"Nia!" I cried as she begrudgingly pushed her way through the front door, a gigantic stake protruding from her chest. Protruding from her chest right where her heart was. My eyes widened in horror as I rushed over to her.
She had a very unimpressed, yet bored look on her face. "What happened?! Are you okay?! And why are you..." I furrowed my brows and looked at her. "Why are you not a gigantic pile of dust?"
Giving me a deadpan stare, she muttered, "God I need a drink."
((Nia and Groo))
Try slapping a gigantic bandaid on that one, and maybe you'll have a sense of the day I am having.
The quiet of the lobby was a welcome relief to me, as I eagerly rubbed my hands together with the thought of a nice Seabreeze to get me back on track. I mosied on down the stairs and wandered behind the counter, gathering various bits of cocktail parapharnelia as I whistled some old Patsy Cline tune. I set my shaker up on the counter beside my bottle of vodka and was about to go off in search of some ice when I heard someone coming in from the garden.
Warily, I craned my neck over the counter to see who it might be. Hopefully Angel had subdued Willow enough to bring her back home. Or maybe it was even Groo and---
"Nia!" I cried as she begrudgingly pushed her way through the front door, a gigantic stake protruding from her chest. Protruding from her chest right where her heart was. My eyes widened in horror as I rushed over to her.
She had a very unimpressed, yet bored look on her face. "What happened?! Are you okay?! And why are you..." I furrowed my brows and looked at her. "Why are you not a gigantic pile of dust?"
Giving me a deadpan stare, she muttered, "God I need a drink."
((Nia and Groo))