Boredom and science; aren't they interchangeable?
I never knew there were multiple ways of being bored out of your mind. When I ascended or did whatever the hell that was, I thought that boredom was my punishment for making the wrong choice and being stupid. Now that I'm working for Woflram & Hart, I think that boredom is my punishment for Angel making the wrong choice and being stupid. It's based
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The word echoed off more than a few walls, building up that sort of well-traveled sound a thing can sometimes get. It even took me a while to recogzine the particular make up of my own name...almost as if I hadn't heard it in a while.
"Can I come in? It's not important."
"Cordy?" I called out to her, only to have my own voice break off suddenly as my thead thwapped solidly with the underside of the desk. Because...well because I was under it? And then I remembered. I had headed down in that direction to pick up a pencil I had dropped, only to discover how nice and inviting it could actually be down here. The carpet was soft, the shadowed colors soothing, and there was only one way in or out so that made it easy to def.....and I definitely needed my lunch.
I pulled myself back up into my chair, brushing back a few unkept hairs as I did so. They seemed especially uncooperative today.
"Cordy," I repeated her name again, realizing how rudely I had left her standing outside. "Come on in. There is nothing exciting happening in here either."
Not even the littlest bit.
Not at all.
I met her eyes and found a smile.
"I don't suppose you are hungry?"
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Nothing exciting. And here I was thinking that the law firm that tried to take us out again and again used to put a lot of effort into it. Instead they were probably playing computer solitaire while they called the right connections.
The good guys have to do all of the hard work.
Which only reminds me that we don't fall into that category anymore. Not professionally anyway, and I have a feeling that our professional lives are what the Powers That Be are going to take into account the next time they try to help us.
"I don't suppose you are hungry?"
If that's an offer I am. My bad habit of skipping breakfast only classifies as a negative whens someone mentions food before I've had lunch. With all of the nothing that's happening, I'm surprised at myself for forgetting to eat. Usually I'd think of that; it's a damn good distraction.
"Nope, starved would be a better word. Think we should make the time for some good delivery?"
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"Starved," I echoed, it hitting me just how much I had been missing Cordy lately. She got me in that silent but made me smile way, and she wasn't afraid to admit she was starved. "I think there should be time," I offered. "All the samples I collected yesterday are still being analyzed...I guess there are only so many things big bucks can speed up. And I haven't heard from Angel about any new projects."
Sitting up even straighter at my desk I reached into the right drawer to pull out a roladex... my special roladex. The one with all the phone numbers and fun little business cards for every decent to excellent restaraunt from nearby that delivered.
Voluntarily, my mind clarified. That voluntarily deliever, without the right or left arm of Wolfram and Hart leaning down on them. Pain takes th pleasure out of food...at least mine.
I kept the roladex hidden normally -- this wasn't the type of thing you wanted to see walk away. Smiling I placed it between Cordy and I.
"I would say pick your poison," I said jokingly, flipping through the cards. "Well, I guess I did just say it, but I wouldn't mean it because that just isn't something you kid about around here. So I didn't...mean it. But," I concluded with gusto, aware that I hadn't had a long ramble like that in a good long while. "How does Chinese sound?"
I was silent for a few moments more, thinking.
"Do you mind if we stay here, too?" The office just seemed the safest place to be with everything that was happening, not that I wanted to wory Cordy. "I would just like to stay close to the lab."
Did it make me a bad friend that I had one more request?
"And...maybe we could invite Wesley?"
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Fred not hearing about anything is a comfort. I've heard zilch in the way of progress or pop up issues. We have enough issues right now. The new Hellmouth combined with the projects that we were already working on could keep us working twenty four seven for weeks unless we get some decent breakthroughs; one lunch won't make that much of a difference in how long it'll take us to get a grip.
All of the running around, trying to solve unanswered questions, and somehow finding more of them is starting to take it's toll on our friendships. I won't let it finish, so we're having lunch. We earned this.
"I would say pick your poison. Well, I guess I did just say it, but I wouldn't mean it because that just isn't something you kid about around here. So I didn't...mean it. But,how does Chinese sound?"
We can't even joke about being poisoned anymore. Some part of me knew this day would come, I just liked denial too much to believe it. But on the bright side; chinese sounds great.
"Chinese is good. For a minute there I thought you were going to ask if we could get tacos."
"Do you mind if we stay here, too? I would just like to stay close to the lab."
"Alright, but let's make this a private party. No evil allowed in here while we're eating."
Because that would just make me want to throw up. It's not even about the demons that work here being hideous anymore. Most of them are ugly, but they're also creepy and disloyal. I'd take ugly over those two qualities any day of the week.
"And...maybe we could invite Wesley?"
We could, we can, and we will. It'll kill all of the quality girl talk that we could have had without Wesley, but who am I to shut out a friend from being with the woman he cares about when she wants to spend time with him? I love Wes, with all of my heart--but I didn't come down here to be the third wheel. I wanted to catch up with the best girl friend I've ever had.
If Fred wants us both, I understand. I'm not going to complain this time; I'll save it for later. She owes me a girl's night or something.
"Good idea. You should call Wesley's office and see if you can tear him away for some good chinese."
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I was still at my desk, sitting up and facing Cordy with the best smile I had...at least it felt that way. But my feet also seemed content to slip further and further under the wide lid of the desk. It just felt cosy, and inviting down there.
"I am not about to subject my own obsession on you Cordy," I offered, thinking. "Though that does sound good. You might better not wanna say that word for the rest of the day. It tends to distract me."
"Alright, but let's make this a private party. No evil allowed in here while we're eating."
"Right," I agreed, as I actually sat up a bit until I could look out across my lab. "No evil." Knox had yet to reappear since I sent him away, but I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that I wasn't the one he ever really listened too. I didn't mind being wrong, sometimes that was how you learned, especially in science. But I absolutley hated being that wrong.
"I agree with that plan," I murmered, trying to shake myself free of such thoughts.
"Good idea. You should call Wesley's office and see if you can tear him away for some good chinese."
"Actually...."
My office wasn't seeming quite as safe as it had before. Maybe with a few curtains and a few other modifications, yes...but for right now my feet were itching to move. The thought of Wesley's walled space called, followed close by warmer ones of him, and her... and food.
"What if we call in the order now, and then meet Wesley downstairs. It can be a -- surprise." A safe surprise at that.
With that thought I picked up the phone and began to dial.
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