Who: Larry Paul, Lilah Morgan When: during Lilah's stay at Caritas (in other words, backdated like mad) Where: Caritas What: Another lawyers in a bar joke here. Rating: PG-13 at worse
Lilah for the most part kept to herself during her stay here in Caritas. After all, she normally wouldn't be caught dead in this place (except for when she came to try to rile up Wesley), but considering it was a sanctuary and she didn't particularly feel like leaving herself around the castle as bait for Faith
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Larry was aware that things were going on with Lorne's people, but it wasn't his place to ask about it and he didn't plan to. It wasn't that he didn't care, because he did. A lot. Especially because whatever was going on involved Fred too.
So that week he had been watching people come and go and keeping quiet. At that moment he hadn't even noticed the woman come through the bar or even walk over to him. When she spoke he jumped slightly and glanced up. He had seen her around both Caritas and the castle before.
He smirked at her words. "Pity, I was aiming for three-fourths bad."
Lilah was hardly one of Lorne's people, and she would probably be rather disturbed to be lumped in with the rest of them. She was just here because she didn't want to get attacked by a disturbed Slayer. As soon as things were safe, she'd be back to the Castle.
But still, she laughed a little at his words. "I guess you'll have to try harder, then."
"Me?" She asked in a dramatic sort of voice, a smug grin on her lips. "I wouldn't dream of it." And to be fair, she wasn't. Well, she wasn't paying for it either. She was putting it all on Wesley's tab. That's what he got for dumping her and making her stay here.
He raised a brow, but there was still a smirk on his lips. "No, of course not. You seem very honest to me." No, he couldn't tell one way or the other, but he was definitely working on reading her.
"Do I?" She couldn't help but be inwardly amused at that statement. People could call her many, many things, but honest generally wouldn't be one of them.
At his question, she merely shrugged her shoulders. "It's been a bit of a week." Between her not-boyfriend dumping her after kissing another woman and a psycho slayer on the loose who might want to kill her, things haven't been going particularly well for Lilah. And here she didn't even have her work to throw herself into.
"Not especially, it just seemed like the charming thing to say," he replied with a shrug. He knew quite well that no one was truly honest.
"That seems to happen around here, doesn't it?" He couldn't say much about psycho slayers or the like, but he wasn't having the best week himself. Which explained the depressing music and scotch. It's just how he rolls.
"But if there were we'd probably be a lot more bored and causing all kinds of trouble on our own." He paused. "More than people already do, of course."
"Of course," She grinned agreement. "What's that old saying? Idle hands are a devil's playthings. If the place itself didn't cause chaos, then the people within it would."
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So that week he had been watching people come and go and keeping quiet. At that moment he hadn't even noticed the woman come through the bar or even walk over to him. When she spoke he jumped slightly and glanced up. He had seen her around both Caritas and the castle before.
He smirked at her words. "Pity, I was aiming for three-fourths bad."
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But still, she laughed a little at his words. "I guess you'll have to try harder, then."
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He left a dramatic pause, before placing his fingers to his chin. "Say...you wouldn't happen to be stealing that alcohol, would you?"
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"That bad of a day?"
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At his question, she merely shrugged her shoulders. "It's been a bit of a week." Between her not-boyfriend dumping her after kissing another woman and a psycho slayer on the loose who might want to kill her, things haven't been going particularly well for Lilah. And here she didn't even have her work to throw herself into.
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"That seems to happen around here, doesn't it?" He couldn't say much about psycho slayers or the like, but he wasn't having the best week himself. Which explained the depressing music and scotch. It's just how he rolls.
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His hand dropped as he picked up his scotch and took a sip from it.
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