Be_Heroes
I came to in a hospital bed. It was just like any regular hospital room. Except that this hospital room was in the most evil law firm in Los Angeles. A name ran through my head. Alex No wait, it went away. Then another one. Alot clearer. Cordy
"Cordy!" I yelled. I sat up and saw the door closed. There was one lone window on the wall showing the lights of L.A. I frowned and sat on the edge of the side of the bed. I shook my head. It hurt like hell. Note 1. Don't get drunk. Not 2. Don't get drunk in an evil law firm.
I suddenly had this idea that I should check my body for plugs or wires or probes. There could be probes! Or chips! And then I thought. Spells! Mystical whammies and whozits! I spun around and fell back from dizziness. Clearly nothing on me. I again shook my head and decided coffee was an order.
I shambled out of my room down a hallway to the elevator. I returned to the floor I was on previously and hobbled out of the elevator. Not in a straight line at all, I frowned again. Thank God I wasn't in a car.
Angel's secretary was nowhere in sight as well as the busy little evilies and lawyers. I decided that coffee was an order. So, I trudged back into the elevator to the ground floor. I walked out the door and spotted what I thought was an old friend. It really had to be my drunken stupor.
I walked right past the figment of my hangover and kept on chugging. I was the Xander that could...have a hangover.
(tag to Tara)
"Cordy!" I yelled. I sat up and saw the door closed. There was one lone window on the wall showing the lights of L.A. I frowned and sat on the edge of the side of the bed. I shook my head. It hurt like hell. Note 1. Don't get drunk. Not 2. Don't get drunk in an evil law firm.
I suddenly had this idea that I should check my body for plugs or wires or probes. There could be probes! Or chips! And then I thought. Spells! Mystical whammies and whozits! I spun around and fell back from dizziness. Clearly nothing on me. I again shook my head and decided coffee was an order.
I shambled out of my room down a hallway to the elevator. I returned to the floor I was on previously and hobbled out of the elevator. Not in a straight line at all, I frowned again. Thank God I wasn't in a car.
Angel's secretary was nowhere in sight as well as the busy little evilies and lawyers. I decided that coffee was an order. So, I trudged back into the elevator to the ground floor. I walked out the door and spotted what I thought was an old friend. It really had to be my drunken stupor.
I walked right past the figment of my hangover and kept on chugging. I was the Xander that could...have a hangover.
(tag to Tara)