Damn.
So Lilah was sendin' some team out to get Miss Burned ta' Bits, which hey fun for them. However I wasn't 'bout to go spot checkin' her work just yet. Besides I had left that parking garage with a bit more than fiest in me. There was something off about it all. I rolled my shoulders a bit tryin' to loosen up a bit, but damn if I still didn't have that bug in me. That itch to either get it done, or get me done. Which hey, more of a fan of the second option, but not that I can go and get chosey now either.
I left that parking garage lookin' for anything to do. Place like LA think you'd find somethin' round every corner, then again at whatever o'clock in the mornin' most the fun places were all dark and closed up. 'Bout the only thing open? Coffee shops. I knew cause I'd past more than a dozen since I left the evil lawyers headquarters.
Thought about swingin' by Kennedy's to see if she was doing okay, but figured maybe the girl needed a bit a'alone time. I saw a patrol car and ducked into an alley, not that I was worried. Though maybe I should give Lilah a chat 'bout workin' something out for me. Girl this pretty can't be duckin' into the dark from the law all the time. Bigger game to hunt out there. Like findin' out what the hell did that to the Watcher. I seen a lot a bad things, but that was just brutal.
Thinkin' it out I figured that whatever did it, should'a ate her. I mean that kind'a damage ain't for a leave behind a body type. Then again, maybe this hellmouth is makin' things go a bit on the wacky. Already knew most big bads had fled the town, or gone to somewhere less evil. I crossed the street and headed into the coffee shop. Can't beat 'em might as well join 'em. Not that I needed more caffeine I was a bit wound tight as it was.
"Shit." There was a line as long as the one into hell, and damnit if I wasn't usually the first one on my way there anyway. I used by extra energy a bit and managed to flirt my way up a few places in the line, which was better than nothin'. Of course though by the time I got my cup of overpriced goodness, the place was packed... almost.
Over in the corner, guy. Semi-cute. I mean a bit young for me, but hell if I was gonna be picky now right? Woah. Am I getting ahead of myself here, I mean it is just a seat in a coffee shop. I ain't bringin' him home or nothing. Though there is that itch again. I could take care of that little problem, and then be on my way. Though I usually have a bit more control than this. Maybe whatever was in that Slayer rubbed off on me. Like some contact high or some shit. Maybe get the little scientist to check me up a bit when I go check in on Miss Hundred Dollar Heels and her body. Wait, the dead body.
I brushed off my lack of control, and went for the chair. Usin' the toe of my boot I scooted it out a bit, causin' the scrape against the floor to lift his eyes up and down me. That's right. Take it all in. Damn! What the hell is buggin' me like this.
"Do ya mind? I mean the place is pretty packed."
((Open to Connor))
((ETA Adult Content Within))
I left that parking garage lookin' for anything to do. Place like LA think you'd find somethin' round every corner, then again at whatever o'clock in the mornin' most the fun places were all dark and closed up. 'Bout the only thing open? Coffee shops. I knew cause I'd past more than a dozen since I left the evil lawyers headquarters.
Thought about swingin' by Kennedy's to see if she was doing okay, but figured maybe the girl needed a bit a'alone time. I saw a patrol car and ducked into an alley, not that I was worried. Though maybe I should give Lilah a chat 'bout workin' something out for me. Girl this pretty can't be duckin' into the dark from the law all the time. Bigger game to hunt out there. Like findin' out what the hell did that to the Watcher. I seen a lot a bad things, but that was just brutal.
Thinkin' it out I figured that whatever did it, should'a ate her. I mean that kind'a damage ain't for a leave behind a body type. Then again, maybe this hellmouth is makin' things go a bit on the wacky. Already knew most big bads had fled the town, or gone to somewhere less evil. I crossed the street and headed into the coffee shop. Can't beat 'em might as well join 'em. Not that I needed more caffeine I was a bit wound tight as it was.
"Shit." There was a line as long as the one into hell, and damnit if I wasn't usually the first one on my way there anyway. I used by extra energy a bit and managed to flirt my way up a few places in the line, which was better than nothin'. Of course though by the time I got my cup of overpriced goodness, the place was packed... almost.
Over in the corner, guy. Semi-cute. I mean a bit young for me, but hell if I was gonna be picky now right? Woah. Am I getting ahead of myself here, I mean it is just a seat in a coffee shop. I ain't bringin' him home or nothing. Though there is that itch again. I could take care of that little problem, and then be on my way. Though I usually have a bit more control than this. Maybe whatever was in that Slayer rubbed off on me. Like some contact high or some shit. Maybe get the little scientist to check me up a bit when I go check in on Miss Hundred Dollar Heels and her body. Wait, the dead body.
I brushed off my lack of control, and went for the chair. Usin' the toe of my boot I scooted it out a bit, causin' the scrape against the floor to lift his eyes up and down me. That's right. Take it all in. Damn! What the hell is buggin' me like this.
"Do ya mind? I mean the place is pretty packed."
((Open to Connor))
((ETA Adult Content Within))