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[all she could feel was the warmth of another as she curled up against them, half-asleep and rather satisfied with the comfort. she would nuzzle Crowley's back as she normally did before falling asleep...
but on this night? her face met a whole lot of hair, enough to wake her from her sleep] ...hello? Are you a woman again?
[barely stirring from sleep Anya heard the voice but didn't let it register, instead she went to pull her arm out from behind her wondering why it hadn't fallen asleep at such an odd angle. The metal that hit her hip made her laugh a bit in her sleep... she hadn't recalled anything quite that interesting happening during sex with Xander. Stretching a good deal Anya rolled over in her half-awake state wondering what time it was] You could've woken me to handcu- [and that is not Xander] - Xander?
[and Amanda's eyes are widened to this new face staring back at her. as generalized as it was, this blonde didn't have that crazy, sultry accent that Crowley usually flaunted, so it wasn't like, Barbie Day Part 2 or anything! and Xander wasn't any nickname he'd ever give her...
and upon that realization? Amanda's stomach drops.] Um, excuse me? Either I got drunk and didn't notice, or my fiancé has some really strange fetishes he never told me about.
[there are a few thoughts going through Anya's mind at the moment mostly she's wondering if she has anything on underneath Xander's shirt... but she gets back on track] Well I'm Anya, and I don't think I've ever met your fiancé... unless his name is Xander Harris and then he has a LOT of explaining to do, since he's my fiancé too then.
[to which Amanda scoffs] Uh, no. My man goes by the name of Crowley, he's the one in the suit and glasses, has the whole secret government official kink going? [and looking at this woman in her bed, her eyebrow is definitely raised, wondering why and how this would ever happen] Ew. Speaking of kinks, I wonder if this is a whole pre-marriage thing for them to get their kicks.
[narrows her eyes] I bet it was. Some weird thing where they both got drunk and thought they'd be clever and pull a fast one on us. [sighs and shakes her head] Dole out vengeance for women for a thousand years and you think you've seen everything a guy tries to pull on the one he loves. [subject changes come quickly] When did he propose?
[the subject change is welcomed, seeing how Amanda is trying to register the thought of two guys having some sort of conspiracy behind their women's backs as well as work lasting a millennium] Uh, about four days ago?
[eyes light up] How exciting! My Xander asked me before all that horrible zombie stuff. It's par for the course though, last time he proposed it was right before something horrible happened. [moves her hand and winces] This is going to be difficult. We should find a journal and see what exactly our other halves were thinking.
[suspicious Amanda is suspicious, wondering if this Xander of hers is trying to weasel out of commitment if something truly disastrous was going to come out of those disasters...
and she sighs] Yeah, knowing my other half, he's probably doing this as a way to cause mayhem. And I always told him to let me in on that mayhem. [she's shuffling around her bed, reaching at the nightstand for... yes! her journal.] Is yours with you?
[she glances around her surroundings, but it's not her room] Mine is in my drawer in my room I think. I put it away before bed, I've heard some of those accidental 'Oh the journal was open?' type things, and I try to avoid that.
We could go up to your room, you know. If you want. [a shrug] Who knows? Your man just might be there.
Or we could yell at them from the comfort of your bed. Which this is really nice! Is this Egyptian cotton? [smiles and feels the bed a bit]
[Amanda chuckles, rather pleased that she had noticed! oh, how wonderful knowing that her materialistic values were most appreciated... perhaps with someone who had similar tastes?] Mmm hmm, only the best!
[Anya loves material possessions and capitalism!] Xander doesn't understand the benefits of finer things, but he does realize that they feel softer. [distracted! Anya refocuses] We should try to find out if they're paying attention. [gestures to the journal] After you Amanda!
[she cannot help but be particularly amused in all this, at least she had someone at her side who understood just how important these things were, and if she-- well, the both of them from the looks of it-- were to be truly happy, then their indulgences must be met.
Amanda clears her throat before taking on her own brand of serious tone] Crowley? Crowley. You better have a good explanation for this. [a beat] You too, Mr. Xander Harris!
[Anya beams happily and leans a bit against Amanda (well she is very pretty!) and nods] Yes! We don't appreciate this sort of shenanigans, at least not without being asked first!
[honestly? at this point, she isn't sure whether or not she should be disgusted at what they suspect, or amused at someone who seemed so very like-minded] I hope you don't have any video cameras set up or anything, you guys!
(ooc. POST OF THREADJACKING FOR THE WIN, YOU GUYS. ♥)
but on this night? her face met a whole lot of hair, enough to wake her from her sleep] ...hello? Are you a woman again?
[barely stirring from sleep Anya heard the voice but didn't let it register, instead she went to pull her arm out from behind her wondering why it hadn't fallen asleep at such an odd angle. The metal that hit her hip made her laugh a bit in her sleep... she hadn't recalled anything quite that interesting happening during sex with Xander. Stretching a good deal Anya rolled over in her half-awake state wondering what time it was] You could've woken me to handcu- [and that is not Xander] - Xander?
[and Amanda's eyes are widened to this new face staring back at her. as generalized as it was, this blonde didn't have that crazy, sultry accent that Crowley usually flaunted, so it wasn't like, Barbie Day Part 2 or anything! and Xander wasn't any nickname he'd ever give her...
and upon that realization? Amanda's stomach drops.] Um, excuse me? Either I got drunk and didn't notice, or my fiancé has some really strange fetishes he never told me about.
[there are a few thoughts going through Anya's mind at the moment mostly she's wondering if she has anything on underneath Xander's shirt... but she gets back on track] Well I'm Anya, and I don't think I've ever met your fiancé... unless his name is Xander Harris and then he has a LOT of explaining to do, since he's my fiancé too then.
[to which Amanda scoffs] Uh, no. My man goes by the name of Crowley, he's the one in the suit and glasses, has the whole secret government official kink going? [and looking at this woman in her bed, her eyebrow is definitely raised, wondering why and how this would ever happen] Ew. Speaking of kinks, I wonder if this is a whole pre-marriage thing for them to get their kicks.
[narrows her eyes] I bet it was. Some weird thing where they both got drunk and thought they'd be clever and pull a fast one on us. [sighs and shakes her head] Dole out vengeance for women for a thousand years and you think you've seen everything a guy tries to pull on the one he loves. [subject changes come quickly] When did he propose?
[the subject change is welcomed, seeing how Amanda is trying to register the thought of two guys having some sort of conspiracy behind their women's backs as well as work lasting a millennium] Uh, about four days ago?
[eyes light up] How exciting! My Xander asked me before all that horrible zombie stuff. It's par for the course though, last time he proposed it was right before something horrible happened. [moves her hand and winces] This is going to be difficult. We should find a journal and see what exactly our other halves were thinking.
[suspicious Amanda is suspicious, wondering if this Xander of hers is trying to weasel out of commitment if something truly disastrous was going to come out of those disasters...
and she sighs] Yeah, knowing my other half, he's probably doing this as a way to cause mayhem. And I always told him to let me in on that mayhem. [she's shuffling around her bed, reaching at the nightstand for... yes! her journal.] Is yours with you?
[she glances around her surroundings, but it's not her room] Mine is in my drawer in my room I think. I put it away before bed, I've heard some of those accidental 'Oh the journal was open?' type things, and I try to avoid that.
We could go up to your room, you know. If you want. [a shrug] Who knows? Your man just might be there.
Or we could yell at them from the comfort of your bed. Which this is really nice! Is this Egyptian cotton? [smiles and feels the bed a bit]
[Amanda chuckles, rather pleased that she had noticed! oh, how wonderful knowing that her materialistic values were most appreciated... perhaps with someone who had similar tastes?] Mmm hmm, only the best!
[Anya loves material possessions and capitalism!] Xander doesn't understand the benefits of finer things, but he does realize that they feel softer. [distracted! Anya refocuses] We should try to find out if they're paying attention. [gestures to the journal] After you Amanda!
[she cannot help but be particularly amused in all this, at least she had someone at her side who understood just how important these things were, and if she-- well, the both of them from the looks of it-- were to be truly happy, then their indulgences must be met.
Amanda clears her throat before taking on her own brand of serious tone] Crowley? Crowley. You better have a good explanation for this. [a beat] You too, Mr. Xander Harris!
[Anya beams happily and leans a bit against Amanda (well she is very pretty!) and nods] Yes! We don't appreciate this sort of shenanigans, at least not without being asked first!
[honestly? at this point, she isn't sure whether or not she should be disgusted at what they suspect, or amused at someone who seemed so very like-minded] I hope you don't have any video cameras set up or anything, you guys!
(ooc. POST OF THREADJACKING FOR THE WIN, YOU GUYS. ♥)