Tacos and an empty hotel
Sometimes the streets of Los Angeles at night remind me of Pylea. The only difference being these were people and not trees.. or Pyleans running after you. There were still stands on every corner offering whatever anyone would buy, the streets were crowed with people wanting only what would better serve them and them alone.. But, L.A. had something on its streets that that Pylea would never have... well, real ones anyway. Tacos. Lots and lots of tacos.
As I finished off the last one, I tossed the paper in a trash can as I made my way back to the hotel. I almost didn't want to go back inside. Things had been so crazy lately that I wasn't sure what I'd find when I walked through those doors. Angel had been a little.. off, and then there was Wesley constantly shut up in his office staring at those books and prophecies of his. Not that those weren't important or anything, but he never seemed to take a break. Plus, there was the fact that he didn't like any of us helping him or reading anything he'd found.
Then there was this Holtz guy that Angel was worried about. Seems as if he and Angel's less than soulful half didn't get along too much a century ago. When Holtz had shown up that night in the alley just as Connor was born I thought that he was going to kill the baby, Angel, and probably me. But for some reason.. he hadn't. I didn't know why and apparently neither did Angel because we still had him up on the top of Connor's 'Foe List'. But maybe he'd changed his mind. He saw that Angel wasn't evil anymore and was doing good. He had a son to take care of too.
Right. Things never happened that easy around here.
Once I turned down the sidewalk to make my way inside the hotel's courtyard, I lifted the straw to my 'big gulp' drink to my lips and took a long sip as I pulled open a door to the hotel. Walking in the lobby, I looked and around frowned. Where was everybody? Angel was probably upstairs or out who knows where killing who knows what. I walked across the lobby, sat my now almost empty drink down on the counter, and pulled off the bag that hung across my chest. Sitting the bag on the counter, I picked up my drink again and took another sip.. or gulp.
Where was everybody?
[Open to anyone in the hotel]
As I finished off the last one, I tossed the paper in a trash can as I made my way back to the hotel. I almost didn't want to go back inside. Things had been so crazy lately that I wasn't sure what I'd find when I walked through those doors. Angel had been a little.. off, and then there was Wesley constantly shut up in his office staring at those books and prophecies of his. Not that those weren't important or anything, but he never seemed to take a break. Plus, there was the fact that he didn't like any of us helping him or reading anything he'd found.
Then there was this Holtz guy that Angel was worried about. Seems as if he and Angel's less than soulful half didn't get along too much a century ago. When Holtz had shown up that night in the alley just as Connor was born I thought that he was going to kill the baby, Angel, and probably me. But for some reason.. he hadn't. I didn't know why and apparently neither did Angel because we still had him up on the top of Connor's 'Foe List'. But maybe he'd changed his mind. He saw that Angel wasn't evil anymore and was doing good. He had a son to take care of too.
Right. Things never happened that easy around here.
Once I turned down the sidewalk to make my way inside the hotel's courtyard, I lifted the straw to my 'big gulp' drink to my lips and took a long sip as I pulled open a door to the hotel. Walking in the lobby, I looked and around frowned. Where was everybody? Angel was probably upstairs or out who knows where killing who knows what. I walked across the lobby, sat my now almost empty drink down on the counter, and pulled off the bag that hung across my chest. Sitting the bag on the counter, I picked up my drink again and took another sip.. or gulp.
Where was everybody?
[Open to anyone in the hotel]