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Well, my night had taken an interesting turn. I came to Lorne's club for a little dance, expecting to maybe have a drink with him, see how he was doing. I didn't expect however, to end up in his office, taking advantage of his rather.. inviting.. couch.
I must say, and all in an effort to shut me up. I had been asking too many questions about his past, and he didn't want to spill. So he used his imagination to stop me from talking, and I must say, his methods left me completely speechless.
When it was all said and done, i'd half expected him to kick me out and send me home for the night. But instead, he asked me to dinner sometime. I suppose he felt guilty for jumping into things with me. Hell, we'd only just met. But I was definately into him, I can tell you that much. So I willingly agreed.
"I think that'd be nice," I told him after he asked. "Let me at least give you my phone number, seeing as I haven't already."
I went to his desk to find a pen and a piece of paper. He wasn't paying much attention to what I was doing because he was getting himself dressed.
I opened up the top drawer of his desk looking for a pen. Instead what I found was a small, (slightly worn) business card.
It read:
Lorne
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Department Head, Entertainment Division
Wolfram & Hart, Los Angeles Branch
(310) 555-5648 ext. 673
Interesting. I looked up at him, and he was looking back at me, this total 'Oh crap, what did she find' look on his face.
"Wolfram & Hart?" I asked him. So this is what he's not telling me.
I must say, and all in an effort to shut me up. I had been asking too many questions about his past, and he didn't want to spill. So he used his imagination to stop me from talking, and I must say, his methods left me completely speechless.
When it was all said and done, i'd half expected him to kick me out and send me home for the night. But instead, he asked me to dinner sometime. I suppose he felt guilty for jumping into things with me. Hell, we'd only just met. But I was definately into him, I can tell you that much. So I willingly agreed.
"I think that'd be nice," I told him after he asked. "Let me at least give you my phone number, seeing as I haven't already."
I went to his desk to find a pen and a piece of paper. He wasn't paying much attention to what I was doing because he was getting himself dressed.
I opened up the top drawer of his desk looking for a pen. Instead what I found was a small, (slightly worn) business card.
It read:
Lorne
-----------
Department Head, Entertainment Division
Wolfram & Hart, Los Angeles Branch
(310) 555-5648 ext. 673
Interesting. I looked up at him, and he was looking back at me, this total 'Oh crap, what did she find' look on his face.
"Wolfram & Hart?" I asked him. So this is what he's not telling me.