Is This Place A Maze Or What?
I wandered the halls, desperately trying to find my way back outside. I couldn't remember where I'd came in. Roger had been with me and we had been talking, so I wasn't really paying much attention
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"Kennedy," I repeated her name, unable to help myself, or keep the warmth out of my voice. Just the sound of hers was enough to stop my pacing -- for now.
"Where are you with that pizza? I'm freakin' starving here! And I bailed on the party. What kind of party has a dead corpse just hanging out on a table anyway? Besides, Faith? She disappeared and then these other people showed up and it sucked. I was trying to find my way out to wait on you to bring me the pizza."
The pizza part was way down on my list, and it was a long one at that.
"There's a party in LA? And who died Kennedy? I know we sent you out there to -- is everyone all right? Buffy mentioned things were a little off, but...Kennedy. Just tell me you're alright and we can go through these one by one, because I don't think answering question for question is going to get us very far."
"Speaking of, I know we're on this whole break and all, but you couldn't even tell me you got a job at a pizza joint? And you're in LA too? So, I think I should be the one asking you what the hell is going on."
"Kennedy!!!" I was back up on my feet again. Back to pacing. "I'm in London, you know I'm in London. It was part of the whole -- look. And?" I couldn't keep the low growl of concern from my voice. "I don't work in a pizza joint. Slayers, remember? Finding them? And ok, maybe I actually located one or two of them in a pizza place, but I never served any up!"
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I sighed. Why was she being so questiony? Couldn't she just bring me the pizza and stop interrogating me? We were on a break after all.
And that was totally her decision. Not mine.
"Yeah, there's a party. Only, I didn't know it was a party til I got to the lab. That's when Faith introduced me to her new girlfriend, Fred. But, I don't think Faith realized that Fred didn't seem to into her. The dead girl was just sitting there on the table, all uncovered. It wasn't very festive for a party. Then the stuffy types got there and I was tired of waiting for you. Faith never came back either, so I left." I sighed again. "What else did you ask me? And why are you being all...." I frowned deeply. "...girlfriendy anyway? Break remember?"
I rolled my eyes, hearing someone coming down the hall. Jumping to my feet, I ducked into the first door I saw. Great. A utility closet.
Reaching up, I pulled the string to turn on the light and crouched down beside the brooms and mops.
"Kennedy!!! I'm in London, you know I'm in London. It was part of the whole -- look. And? I don't work in a pizza joint. Slayers, remember? Finding them? And ok, maybe I actually located one or two of them in a pizza place, but I never served any up!
"God, why are you yelling at me? They might hear you. Keep it down! I'm already hiding in the janitor's closet." Pausing, I started laughing. "How ironic is that? I haven't been in the closet in, well, pretty much ever."
I continued laughing as I thought about it. Me. In a closet.
"So, you're not bringing a pizza then. Great. I'm gonna freakin' starve to death in a closet. I so should've stayed at that party. A dead girl on the table is better than this crap."
I suddenly felt sad. Like physically sad.
"I'm sorry you know. For everything. And I do love you. Even if you won't bring me pizza and could possibly be having a hot affair with Faith."
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