Lorne! It was supposed to be Angel!

[ethicallydevoid]

The battle with the sarvan had been easier then I had expected. I don't know why Angel sent Lorne with me. What was he going to do? Sing a high-pitched tune and irritate their doggy ears? Well, actually, he did hit the note in Macarthur Park, but he really didn't need to be here

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[lilahindeath]

Sometimes it's the little things that count. The look that one gets when they give a snide comment, the glow of eyes when sex is about to begin, the looking at a beer like it's going to speak and tell you the scope of life. Not that I have ever done the latter. A bit more classy than that. Now Okie form Muskicokie boy is a different player altogether. He always prided himself on that big picture ideals. And then they blew up in his face.

Sometimes I did wonder in the past how dark that little soul of his was. I mean anyone with a soft spot for the kiddies can't be completely evil. Me, I say the brats ain't nothing until they have a market value.

"Gee, Linds sorry I didn't have the lottery to offer you. Is it my fault that you had that little projectile hammer your insides around? No I don't think so."

Like I said, it's the little things. Which leads to the bigger things. Standing up, it was time to get on home.

"Well I am sure you'll find an office at the firm in the morning. You may have to share with a mail boy for a while but if you play your cards right you'll get to the big boys room soon enough."

I threw a bill on the table. Someone has to pay and he's not gotten a pay stub yet.

"Have fun. Hear the alleys aren't too bad to sleep in. As long as the hell hounds aren't hungry."

[ethicallydevoid]

Well, that was a breath of vile air, I thought to myself as she walked away.

She had come by to tell me that there was a home office down here and that I was low on the totem pole.

That was a joke to me. Maybe I would go to them, maybe I wouldn't. I wasn't about to play nice guy and kiss ass. It wasn't my style and besides, I had already earned my stripes. The partners didn't kill me, they sent me to Pleasantville. That had to count for something.

I ordered another beer, watching her leave. I'd be damned if I was going to follow her. I may not know the rules here, but I'm no schlep. If the hellhounds want a piece of me, then they would find a lot of pain for their troubles.