Vision

[queencor]

I went to bed in an alright mood, really. I got some paperwork out of the way for my spankin new property, and I was feeling...well okay. Nothing too dire was hanging over my head.

It woke me up out of a dead sleep. I fell out of bed. It was bad. I felt like I was going to be sick, too, good thing I wasn't because ew.

But I saw him. I saw him.

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[vampdetective]

I'm still struggling with confusion. "You know I don't notice clothes, Cordy. Or shoes. When did you suddenly go designer again, and how the hell did you pay for the hotel?"

[queencor]

"Because I'm not quite as dumb as people take me for." I say, stepping up and trying to reach around him for the door handle. "That's how. Point being it's mine, take good care of it."

[vampdetective]

I shrug. "Oookay. And I'd like to point out, I wasn't the one who made a hole in the lobby ceiling, even if I was an ass." I open the door for her and gesture at the stairs. "Ladies first?"

[queencor]

I poke him in the chest. "You so deserved that." I say before walking completely past him. "And you know it wouldn't kill you to notice my hair every now and then, or my clothes, or shoes...you've got good taste, you should use it and recognize it in others."

[vampdetective]

I suppress an 'ow' at the poke--the chest is still kind of tender from the flying through the ceiling adventure. "Uh, yeah," I say. "I'll try to remember to compliment your shoes more often." I follow her down the stairs.

[slayer_wannabe_]

I’m pacing back-and-forth when I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, two sets. God I hope it isn’t the Olsen twins again, fucking drives you insane.

I use my casted hand to hold my right arm to try to stem the shaking. I can feel bile rising up in my throat, but try to fight it off. The searing pain in my head is starting to make me feel numb all over.

I turn back to the entranceway to see the vampire and the vision girl standing in front of me, “Am I a fucking prisoner here?”

[queencor]

I make a show of looking at the cage. "Goodness no!" I gasp. "Whatever gave you that impression!" I roll my eyes, then glance to Angel. "Not very sharp, is she?"

[vampdetective]

I glance at Cordy. I have a feeling this is going to be good-cop, bad-cop, the mood she's in. "We just want to ask you some questions while you're...contained and without access to a lead pipe. We brought doughnuts...hungry?" I say, holding the box out a little so she can see.

[slayer_wannabe_]

I laugh and rub my hand over my forehead, “didn’t need a lead pipe when I met Faithy. Don’t much think she’s up to taking me on again with the fuss she’s been kicking up lately. Looking for me everywhere with nothing to show. Like you and those stupid fucking cards,” I pointedly look at Angel and smirk.

“And do you really expect me to talk for donuts?”

[queencor]

I step further into her view. "Donuts...torture, blunt force head trauma..." I say nonchalantly. "Your choice, really. I don't care." And can I just express how much that's true? I let her see it in my eyes. That I really don't care. This isn't me playing the part. This isn't trying to scare her.

[vampdetective]

I take Cordy's shoulder. "Now, now, we can wait and see if she'll give us any answers before you go glowy on her, Cordy," I say, stepping forward and holding the doughnut box out to Kennedy. "Here, you must be hungry by now."