Well, Hello... (Deirdre, Giles)
When Deirdre and Giles had gotten together, it had always been Deirdre going to him. In fact, the one time Giles had gone to Victoria Lane, he had gotten Deirdre in trouble with Renee, and he had vowed never to show up on her doorstep again. Except now Renee wasn't at Vic Lane anymore, Deirdre was back there, and Mr Universe was sleeping on his sofa... Giles needed something sane. And oddly enough, the girl he had knocked up was saner than anything else in his life right at that moment. So when Deirdre opened the door to find Giles on the other side of it, she was surprised to see him, but he was not surprised to find himself there. "Hey. How are you feeling."
"Alright..." Deirdre said, though she hadn't had an easy time of it a few hours ago. That was really the only reason she wasn't out looking for Patrick Ravensdale at the moment. She was resting herself, and she would go out and look again with Paula later. "I'm taking it easy for a few hours. How are you? You look...tempestuous."
"Well, there's a 50 pound word." Giles grinned at her, full of charm, and then he stepped inside when she moved to let him in. "I'm sorry to barge in on you-"
"And avoid the topic with random apologies I don't need?" She looked at him pointedly. "What's up, Giles?" She led him into the living room where she picked up an annoyed looking Maeve so she could reclaim her favourite spot on the sofa.
"Caught that, did you?" Giles sighed and he sunk into a seat on her sofa as well. Maeve immediately struggled away from Deirdre and deposited herself in Giles' lap, just to show Deirdre how unpopular she was at the moment.
"Cats." Deirdre sighed. "And yes, I caught it. You're still avoidy. Who do you think you are, James Bond?"
Giles chuckled. "Hardly. James Bond is sleeping on my sofa." Funny how disposing of bodies didn't force him to seek out refuge, but some guy sleeping on his sofa and encroaching on his Marina-time did.
Deirdre arched one pale eyebrow at him. "I'm sorry, what?"
"The girl who is living with me brought some guy home and he is far too attractive to be human, you know?"
"Ah. You're attracted to this man?"
Giles gave her an incredulous look. "Hold your tongue, Deirdre! I am not attracted to Mr Universe! Or any other member of the male species, thank you very much. I assure you, I am very straight and this has very little to do with me."
"Right. You're jealous of him. That's stupid, Giles." Deirdre shook her head and she smiled at him. "You could be James Bond!"
"I could be his bumbling sidekick." Giles muttered bitterly.
Deirdre laughed, though she tried to laugh less when he gave her a withering look. "Giles, you spend your free time slipping knots and escaping straight jackets. You repel from ceilings and swallow swords."
"I don't so much do that last one, I don't know where you got that. Have you seen the show?" Giles asked her, his turn to raise an eyebrow at her.
"I have, and I was trying to make a point. You're hardly bumbling. If you were, you so would have drowned in that water tank by now. Come on, Giles, buck up."
Giles looked at her studyingly and then he gently stratched behind Maeve's ears. "I like your cat. And thanks, Deirdre. Is it okay if I stay here for a little while? Being in his aura makes me feel hideous."
Deirdre smirked and she nodded. "Sure, Giles. As long as you realise you're sounding gayer by the second."
"Hey!" Giles protested, and he would have smacked her with one of the sofa pillows, were she not carrying his spawn.
"Alright..." Deirdre said, though she hadn't had an easy time of it a few hours ago. That was really the only reason she wasn't out looking for Patrick Ravensdale at the moment. She was resting herself, and she would go out and look again with Paula later. "I'm taking it easy for a few hours. How are you? You look...tempestuous."
"Well, there's a 50 pound word." Giles grinned at her, full of charm, and then he stepped inside when she moved to let him in. "I'm sorry to barge in on you-"
"And avoid the topic with random apologies I don't need?" She looked at him pointedly. "What's up, Giles?" She led him into the living room where she picked up an annoyed looking Maeve so she could reclaim her favourite spot on the sofa.
"Caught that, did you?" Giles sighed and he sunk into a seat on her sofa as well. Maeve immediately struggled away from Deirdre and deposited herself in Giles' lap, just to show Deirdre how unpopular she was at the moment.
"Cats." Deirdre sighed. "And yes, I caught it. You're still avoidy. Who do you think you are, James Bond?"
Giles chuckled. "Hardly. James Bond is sleeping on my sofa." Funny how disposing of bodies didn't force him to seek out refuge, but some guy sleeping on his sofa and encroaching on his Marina-time did.
Deirdre arched one pale eyebrow at him. "I'm sorry, what?"
"The girl who is living with me brought some guy home and he is far too attractive to be human, you know?"
"Ah. You're attracted to this man?"
Giles gave her an incredulous look. "Hold your tongue, Deirdre! I am not attracted to Mr Universe! Or any other member of the male species, thank you very much. I assure you, I am very straight and this has very little to do with me."
"Right. You're jealous of him. That's stupid, Giles." Deirdre shook her head and she smiled at him. "You could be James Bond!"
"I could be his bumbling sidekick." Giles muttered bitterly.
Deirdre laughed, though she tried to laugh less when he gave her a withering look. "Giles, you spend your free time slipping knots and escaping straight jackets. You repel from ceilings and swallow swords."
"I don't so much do that last one, I don't know where you got that. Have you seen the show?" Giles asked her, his turn to raise an eyebrow at her.
"I have, and I was trying to make a point. You're hardly bumbling. If you were, you so would have drowned in that water tank by now. Come on, Giles, buck up."
Giles looked at her studyingly and then he gently stratched behind Maeve's ears. "I like your cat. And thanks, Deirdre. Is it okay if I stay here for a little while? Being in his aura makes me feel hideous."
Deirdre smirked and she nodded. "Sure, Giles. As long as you realise you're sounding gayer by the second."
"Hey!" Giles protested, and he would have smacked her with one of the sofa pillows, were she not carrying his spawn.