I'm goin' back to Hell-A

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After Sunndy-D became a great big hole in the ground, Robin and I decided to go on a little roadtrip. We ended up in Cleveland, and even though things were pretty chill between us, somethin' was missin'. Sure, he was hot and all, and yeah, he and I had some wicked juicy sex, but it didn't feel right. So, after a few months of tryin' the whole '

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My grin turns into a full-blown smile when his eyes open. Love those blue eyes; they're so intense.

"Faith. Ummm...it's, uh...you're..."

Love it when he stammers, too. This man is so easy to rattle.

"What are doing here? I was under the impression none of the reconstituted Council or those affiliated wanted anything to do with our firm here."

Leanin' a hip against his desk, I say, "That whole Angel-and-his-crew-are-evil thing? Nah, didn't buy it for a sec. Jeeves told me all about it while I was in Cleveland, but I knew better. Pure B.S., that's what I told him. 'Sides, just cuz he's Head Honcho of the new White Hats, doesn't mean I'm just gonna fall in line with the Scoobies and shit. I do my own thing. Always have, always will."

Crossin' my arms, I stare him right in the eye. "That a good enough answer for you, Boss?"

I have to call him somethin' other than his real name. It's just who I am, yo. And Princess Margaret? So doesn't fly, now. Think I'll stick with 'Boss' instead. After all, it's what I called him when we were kickin' ass and takin' names during the Great Hunt for Angelus.

Wicked good times, man. Wicked good.

[gfs_wesleypryce]

Nice to know that someone hasn't bought the "Gone to the Dark Side" line, especially since none of them really bothered to talk to us about it. Andrew Wells doesn't count, considering it's pretty obvious he came with his beliefs already in place and told us what we wanted to hear to get us to help him. Although, based on what Spike has said about Andrew's background since then, his judging of us is rather hypocritical.

"That a good enough answer for you, Boss?"

"I can't believe you're still calling me that," I tell her as I raise my eyebrow.

Then suddenly, I realize that I'm using my left eyebrow, not my right one. Her arrival had made forget briefly - very briefly - what was happening and that I probably wasn't the real Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. Is every little thing from now on going to remind me?

Sighing, I sit back and observe her for a moment. She really didn't answer why she decided to come all the way back to L.A. from Cleveland of all places. Just that she didn't buy the New Watcher party line regarding our not-so-little venture. So do I continue to act like nothing's wrong, like I'm the original Wesley, and find out what exactly she was doing here and how long she plans to stay, or do I confess what's going on and tell her to go talk to Angel? I don't even know how to answer that one.

"Look, um...Faith...whatever reason you've decided to stop by, I'm not sure if I'm the person you want to be talking to right now. It might be better if you go find Angel. He's up in the penthouse. I wouldn't imagine he'd mind you stopping by for a visit."

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Knew that 'boss' thing would get him. Wait...did he just raise his left brow at me. Huh. Thought it was always his right. And wasn't his scar on the right side, too? Maybe I just got my left and right confused. Only gettin' through to the 7th grade or so has alot to do with that.

Think I'll tease him somemore on it. It's so much fun. Slinkin' a little closer to him, I go, "You mean, you don't like bein' called the boss? The title makes you all superior to me and shit. Thought you'd dig that."

Now, he's hangin' back in his sweet chair...watchin' me. How is it, that he can always throw me off my game with nothing more than a fuckin' stare? Cuz, right now? I'm feelin' wicked self-conscious.

"Look, um...Faith...whatever reason you've decided to stop by, I'm not sure if I'm the person you want to be talking to right now. It might be better if you go find Angel. He's up in the penthouse. I wouldn't imagine he'd mind you stopping by for a visit."

"Penthouse, huh? Sweet." Sounds like one bitchin' cool crib. Definitely gonna check that out later. But, my main priority at the moment is Wes. Fuck, he looks depressed, and I ain't havin' none of that, dude. It's time for him to find the fun.

"I'll check up on the Mighty Souled One later. How about you and I go kick back a few JDs? You look like you could use a good drink."

I'm not tryin' to get him drunk, necessarily; it's more like...loosenin' him up some.

Poor guy could use a fuckin' break.

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"I'll check up on the Mighty Souled One later. How about you and I go kick back a few JDs? You look like you could use a good drink."

A drink? I could definitely use a drink. Possibly three or four, given the way this evening has gone. Of course, the thing is that I can't exactly skive off at the moment - I really shouldn't go anywhere until Fred has the results.

"As...tempting as your offer is, I can't really go anywhere at the moment. We're--I'm waiting for some information."

I feel like I'm lying and being an impersonator by not immediately explaining the situation to her. She thinks I'm Wesley. I am Wesley, though, mirroring aside - I can feel that. Doesn't make any of my questions and confusion easier to deal with.

Perhaps it would be better if Fred did find a way to reverse this. It would definitely get rid of my headache.

"I just remembered," I say, "I'm pretty sure that Lorne keeps a well-stocked bar in office on the upper level. I don't think he would mind if we helped ourselves to a few drinks if you'd like."

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Wes is thinkin' wicked hard about my invite to get seriously smashed. Come on, Wes. You know you wanna.

"As...tempting as your offer is, I can't really go anywhere at the moment. We're--I'm waiting for some information."

Somethin' about how he says that, doesn't jive well with me. He has the same look he had a year ago, when he was gettin' me ready to fight Angelus. He's hidin' important intel from me. But, I'm not here to pry...well, at least, not yet, anyway. First? I wanna get to know him better; peel back his layers to see what's underneath.

"I ain't in any hurry. Booze'll still be there later," I tell him, wantin' him to know that there's no pressure. Then, he perks up, and I can see a devious twinkle in his eye. What's he cookin' up in that big brain of his?

"I just remembered..."

"Yeah?" I ask.

"I'm pretty sure that Lorne keeps a well-stocked bar in office on the upper level. I don't think he would mind if we helped ourselves to a few drinks if you'd like."

"Fuck, yeah, I'm game! Let's go raid the mini."

Had no idea he'd agree that quickly, and suddenly, I want to grab him and kiss him. But, again, not my style. Gotta keep the image real, y'know. However...if we get totally wasted, things are bound to get interestin'.