Dec 01, 2005 18:24
Clinking glasses of champagne I leaned back into the overstuffed cushions as the two of us cozied up closer to each other. "Tell me again how you saved the world Charles. I love the part where you take down Jasmine all by yourself." Tyra smiled at me the way only a supermodel can as I set down my glass, wrapping one arm around her.
"Don't want to brag or nothing baby, I had some help." Briefly I thought of mentioning Angel or Connor. "My main man Wes did his thing with the books and off I went to take that fake ass ho down." Smiled and noded as she sighed and squeezed closer into my chest. "No way was I letting her take over the world, not with her eating people and all."
"Oh Charles, how can I ever thank you?" Before I knew what was what Tyra was all over me, clothes were getting shredded and tossed, I was just about to cup her amazing
BOOM!
Jolted awake in my bed I felt my eyes pop wide open. Crappy hotel room. No Tyra Banks nekkid. Just the Hyperion. Eyeballed the ceiling as a new crack snaked its way through the plaster. Really not the way I wanted to wake up. Actually I could use another fivefifteen minutes of that dream about now. Much as I loved my posse there was no way I would be living with this bunch of crackers if Angelus wasn't on the loose. Grabbing a pillow I rolled over and pulled it down tight over my ears. Whatever the hell they were doing I wasn't interested. If Fred blew off a finger they'd just have to haul her taco loving ass down to the hospital without me. And if it was a magical explosion, then Wes can't say I never warned him about reading those books.
With my luck they'd come running up here and start knocking just about the time I got back to sleep and was knocking boots with Tyra again.
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