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Nov 14, 2004 03:23

After the awkward time with Wesley, I started cleaning up the hotel lobby. Regular soap and water wouldn't touch the mess, but when I added bleach, it came up like a dream. Too bad I couldn't have doused myself with bleach...wait, not too bad. I finished cleaning up the lobby when Charles came strolling through the front doors. He saw me with the ( Read more... )

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_wes_pryce_ November 14 2004, 11:40:55 UTC

After my phone call with Giles, I stepped back into the small bedroom. Faith had still not returned, which didn't actually surprise me. I was worried though. She'd been in jail for a long time and really shouldn't be out alone hunting just yet. But who was I to stop her. Just her failed Watcher. Hell, I still didn't really know what I was doing here ( ... )

fredburkle November 14 2004, 12:12:33 UTC

I'd forgotten all about my cut and black eye until I saw the shock on Wesley's face. Speaking of Wesley, what was he doing here? I gingerly touched my face and winced, "Long story...can I come in and...have some ice and I'll tell you all about it?"

I was exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, and all I wanted to do was sit down and cry. But I held it together as Wesley let me inside, I saw Cordelia asleep in the bed and whispered, "Speaking of 'bloody hell' things, what are you doing here?" I took the ice he offered and held it to my face. I sighed, leaning my head back on the chair.

He hadn't answered me and when I looked at him, he was staring at me. I knew that look and so I just sighed and recounted everything that happened from when Charles came home until right then, sitting in the hotel room. "And now here I am...do you think Angel will hate me for blowing up his hotel?"

_wes_pryce_ November 14 2004, 12:19:42 UTC

"I don't think Angel cares very much at the moment, Fred." I didn't know werther to laugh or cry. She's blown up the hotel. Good god, I wish I could've seen that. I wish I could've hit Gunn in the face too. But that was beside the point.

I glanced over at Cordelia who was beginning to wake up. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair. "Fred," I started softly. "We don't know how it happened or when. All we know is that Angel isn't around anymore. He turned into Angelus and he turned Buffy. The vampire Slayer." I think she remembered who Buffy was. I certainly remember the small show Cordy and I put up to explain that to her.

"Cordy called me to tell me about Angelus." And of course I came running. Being the good watcher that I was. How ironically hilarious. "Oh and we broke Faith, the other vampire Slayer out of jail." I wonder what was keeping her. Lord, I hope everything is alright with her. I shouldn't have let her stalk off into the night alone, vampire Slayer or not.

fredburkle November 14 2004, 13:28:55 UTC

I felt like someone punched me again, only this time in the stomach...or more like the heart. Angel was gone...and Angelus was back and Buffy was a vampire and Faith was out of prison? There just so much to take in...and my head was starting to hurt.

I just shook my head and sighed, "And I thought my day couldn't get any worse...." I trailed off, my eyes closing as more tears trailed down my face. I shook my head, sitting up, "I...I don't have anywhere to go, Wesley..." I swallowed, wiping my face. I looked at him and sighed, "What now....?"

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_wes_pryce_ November 16 2004, 02:19:21 UTC

I glance at the jam on the floor, and then at Cordelia flailing about. I can't help it, it's just to amusing and there hasn't been much to laugh about. At all. For weeks. Bringing up my hand I try to stifle my laughter while eying the tea. "Such a waste of perfectly good jam." I wonder if they have scones here ( ... )

divinecordelia November 16 2004, 02:26:11 UTC

I stand at the end of the aisle as Wesley goes into a fit of laughter, laughing so loud that people are coming to the end of the aisle and looking down at him. Most wander off shaking their heads, some laugh and walk off, me? Oh no, I'm hacked. I whip around and cross my arms, glaring at him.

"Comedy actress? Comedy? I'm about to go horror on your ass if you don't stop laughing like a jackass." I snap and he tries to quiet down, still snickering as we walk along. He asks if we need anything else and he starts in again, snicker turning into laughter, laughter into hysterics. We are standing in the middle of the store, one of us an apparent raving lunatic. I reach over in the dairy case and pull a can of whip cream down, pop the cap and tap him on the shoulder. He looks up mid laugh and I spray his face with whipcream and smirk, dropping the can in the basket and pushing off toward the front.

"Have some cream with your scones." I call over my shoulder, a smirk on my face.

_wes_pryce_ November 16 2004, 02:38:37 UTC

What the bloody hell? Blinking I wipe my fingers over my face and then into my mouth. Oh not bad. Needs more sugar though. Getting out my handkerchief I clean my face and look around. Odd, people seem to be edging away. I wonder what brought that one. Well no, not really ( ... )

divinecordelia November 16 2004, 02:46:40 UTC

Wesley asks if I have enough money and then he disappears, leaving me in the longest line of the century. People are still moving away from us, guess we must look like freaks. Me all jammed up and Wesley all whipcreamed up, it actually made me smile. It was fun, and I hadn't had fun in a long time. I feel a tap to my shoulder and I turn around, the sensation of cold and colder smashing against my face. I open my eyes as the chocolate and whipcream run down my face in blobs.

I think we've everything. Don't you? Sweetheart?"Oh this is war Wesley, this is war." I smirk back at him and wipe the mess from my face, flinging my hands to the floor, chocolate flying everywhere and people start yelling. "OH shut up you babies, it's chocolate." I grab the front of Wes's shirt and wipe my hands on it, watching as he looks at me in horror ( ... )

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