What I Am To You Is Not Real
Who: Wesley Wyndam Pryce and Lilah Morgan
What: Awkward attempts at care taking.
When: 2/1/2011 after this post.
Where: Wesley's room, 915
Rating: Knowing these two? At least PG-13 if not worse.
It hadn't been that hard, really, to let herself into Wesley's room. Sure, he'd probably not be too happy to see her in his room of all places, especially after she had left him with that bill at the Pie Hole, but he would deal. Besides, sometimes him being angry just made things more fun.
So far, she hadn't yet realized she had been effected by Eris or anything like that. Mostly because she hadn't talked to anyone long enough to realize she was lying even more than usual. Nor did she know that Wesley was out getting into fist fights right now, otherwise she probably would have chosen another time to come visit him. It wasn't like they could have much fun if he was beaten to a pulp.
But as it was, she was currently lying in his bed, wearing a silken red nightgown she had wished from the castle. Sure, breaking into his room was a little extreme for their usual meetings, but it wasn't like she had anything better to do without Wolfram and Hart to work for.
What: Awkward attempts at care taking.
When: 2/1/2011 after this post.
Where: Wesley's room, 915
Rating: Knowing these two? At least PG-13 if not worse.
It hadn't been that hard, really, to let herself into Wesley's room. Sure, he'd probably not be too happy to see her in his room of all places, especially after she had left him with that bill at the Pie Hole, but he would deal. Besides, sometimes him being angry just made things more fun.
So far, she hadn't yet realized she had been effected by Eris or anything like that. Mostly because she hadn't talked to anyone long enough to realize she was lying even more than usual. Nor did she know that Wesley was out getting into fist fights right now, otherwise she probably would have chosen another time to come visit him. It wasn't like they could have much fun if he was beaten to a pulp.
But as it was, she was currently lying in his bed, wearing a silken red nightgown she had wished from the castle. Sure, breaking into his room was a little extreme for their usual meetings, but it wasn't like she had anything better to do without Wolfram and Hart to work for.