The Door opens a crack.

"See?" Angel asks. "You feel that?"

Wesley, beside him, peers in. "I should say so."

"That Armageddon-ny thing."

"All too familiar, I'm afraid."

"I know, right?"

"I'd.... better consult my books."

"Had a feeling you were going to say that."

And the Door shuts again.

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce is sitting at the bar, working steadily on a double of Lagavulin. He seems to be darkly brooding on something.

Then again, Wesley usually looks that way, so it's hard to say. It's actually been rather quiet back home in L.A ( Read more... )

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce is back in the bar after a long absence, and trying to adjust to the sight of Angel wearing a Security badge ( Read more... )

Buffy's been reading for the past hour; the stack of leather-bound volumes next to her on the couch testifies to this amazing feat of attention span.

Downside: now there's dust in her iced tea.

She really hopes it's not vamp dust.

 
[OOM: Not long after their previous bickering about Star Wars, Angel and Wesley's Big Plan comes to a headdesk-worthy conclusion.]

For once, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce isn't surrounded by tomes and papers in one of the booths. Instead, he's sitting at the bar, giving his full and undivided attention to a glass of Lagavulin ( Read more... )

"She did what?"

"Alanna hired me as Security. Well, sort of. It might not be official yet."

"I wonder if there's a badge? I bet there's a badge. Shiny badge."That's... intriguing ( Read more... )

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce is in the bar tonight. After months away, it appears the bar is once again becoming a frequent venue. He's loathe to admit it, but the place seems comfortably familiar now.

But foremost on his mind tonight is his conversation with Lorne a couple of days ago. He had known Lorne--or, at least, one world's Lorne--had come to the ( Read more... )

If there's one thing to say about Milliways, one darling, lovely, spectacularly fabulous thing, it would be this: There are no No Smoking signs as far as the eye can see ( Read more... )

Angel and Wesley are sitting in a secluded booth, and while they might be whispering, there's clearly an argument going on:

"Angel, we have got to do something."

"You think I don't know that?"

"It's been over a year!"

"And the City is my responsibility, Wes. I've had a lot more experience with Hell than you have. I know how bad this is, but ( Read more... )