I'm a working girl now....

[_harm_kendall_]

Oh my gosh, I'm like actually working here! I have like the coolest job in the world. I work for team evil...or is it good...I'm not sure, but I mean they have this like no drinking human blood policy which I think is stupid but then again this is Angel and company we're talking about here.

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[_harm_kendall_]

Stop saying stuff...huh? I mean isn't everything stuff? That leaves me with what? Nothing to talk about. Oh hell, if I couldn't talk I'd surely die...again.

Ohh! He means the word 'stuff' ahh now see, that I can do. I think.

"It's a bit of a habit really, I don't realize I do it." I grinned at him proudly. "Nope, I was very good at school when we learned all that phone..." Stuff. "When we learned how to use a business phone." Ok, that's better, not too bad. I can do this. Easy as cake. Ohhh cake. I'm hungry. I still miss real food.

"I like salad, it's good for you. Well it was when I was human ya know. But I just like it." I shrugged. "Just cuz I'm dead doesn't mean I don't like the real stuff." Ohhh that makes me want a chocolate blood smoothie. Sue in management makes them so good. I wonder if Wes might...no, he wouldn't. Angel would but he's too stuck up himself to actually have fun around here.

I watched as Wesley got the whiskey from the book case. I smiled sadly and headed over to the bar, picking up a glass for him and bringing it over to him. "You know you shouldn't be drinking, Wes. You need to go home for a little while, you look deader then me."

My eyes lit up for a moment and I knew that what I was about to say was very mean, evil even. "How 'bout this. If you go and lay down in one of the rooms we have for the people who seem to have no life outside the office, I'll hold all your calls for the rest of the day." I grinned. "And stay out of your office."

[_wes_pryce_]

Making a noise in the back of my throat, I glance at her over my shoulder. Habit. I'll just bet it is. Just as much as it is a habit for Spike to annoy the living daylights out of Angel. Or is that dead daylights? Considering they're both dead? Dear god, I've only spend what? Five minutes with Harmony and my mind already conjures up the most bizarre things.

Quickly, I poured myself a glass, and glanced back at her while I took a sip. Oh, that's much better now. Much, much better. "Hmmm," I nodded at her. "Spike seemed to have this same habit. Well, from what he told me. Something about missing wetabix." I waved my glass around and blinked at it. Better be careful here, wouldn't want to spill any important contents.

I took another sip and glared at her. What was it with people, dead or not, that they felt he need to give me advice about my drinking habits. "Yes," I said coldly. "Fred said much the same. Pardon me for not really caring..." about either or your opinions of me. That was rude. Well, never mind. Sighing, I quickly downed the rest of the contents of my glass and wondered if I could get away with another.

Probably not.

Damn.

When Harmony spoke up, I blinked at her. What rooms? I don't think so. I'm not going to lay down and be vulnerable in some strange room. At least here I had wards, and my sofa was perfectly comfortable. Once one was asleep. "You should stay out of my office when I'm not here by default," I pointed out, narrowing my eyes at her. Really. And a lock didn't seem to stop her apparently.

"I've work to do, Harmony. I'll go home when it's time to go home." Frowning, I checked my watched and sighed. "Which isn't in a few hours at least." And even then it was questionable. I don't like going home. It's depressing and lonely, and I have no work to bury myself in.

[_harm_kendall_]

You know, Wesley is a real mood killer. He just gets into a funk and drags you down with him. Damnit, now I'm all depresso and shit. I so don't like this. Ugh. No, I hate it. Stupid mortal ex watcher. He's gonna give me worry lines.

"Ugh." I stomped my foot slightly and crossed my arms over my chest. "My hell, you are stubborn." And here I thought accounting was being over dramatic, you know, like they normally are. I shook my head and sighed, looking over at him. "Fine. Be that way. Your calls are being held and you don't have any meetings today so go on and do what Angel does all day. Brood."

I snapped at him. Yeah, he's my boss and all but damnit I worried about him, all of them really. I already lost Cordy. I didn't have any friends, all the other girls thought I acted better then them because I worked for the head honcho. Whatever.

Huffing I cleaned up the tray I brought in, not paying any mind to the red blood ring my cup left behind, he was too pissy for me and I didn't wanna be around that. "If you need anything just ring." I turned and grinned at him. "I'm at your beck and call today, you after all are one of the only main crew in the office." I headed over to the door and looked over at him as he stared into the whiskey glass. "Do you need something Wes? Anything?" My tone was softer this time, maybe he'll see that I care about them. So what if I'm a vampire. They care, hey! Look at Angel.

[watcher_pryce]

Raising an eyebrow, I blinked at her. I am not stubborn. Why does she say that? What makes her think I'm stubborn? Because I don't wish to sleep in one of those funny rooms but choose to work instead? It's called...loyalty and-and dedication and...work. And alright...distraction, but no one needs to know that.

"I do not brood," I say hotly, staring at the ring of blood left behind on the tray. I had better check my texts later, and lord help her, or me, if there's any blood on them. "Angel broods, Spike may brood. I *do not* brood." Most definitely not. I am deep in thought, occasionally, when I'm working. But I do *not* brood. That's Angel's job. And as Cordelia had been so fond to point out, a lot, 'one brooder in the family is enough'. Ergo, I do not brood.

Sighing, I walked around my desk and sank down in my chair. And what does that mean? She's at my back and call. "Don't you have work to do for Angel?" I ask curiously. Narrowing my eyes, I give her a confused look. "And what do you mean 'one of the only main crew?'." There was Fred, and Gunn and Lorne. Couldn't she go bother, I mean, back and call them?

"A new life would be nice," I muttered, when she asked if I needed anything. Fred to notice me might be nice too, but that wasn't going to happen either. I was just her big brother, as always. And as always I'd moved to slow. Damn.

"No thank you, Harmony," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I glanced up at her, mustering up a tiny smile. "I don't need anything. I'll let you know when I do." Right. And the sky isn't blue and the sun isn't...yellow. Orange? Yellow-orange. Dear god, is her brain transferable?

[_harm_kendall_]

Doesn't brood? Ha! Yeah, and I tan. Whatever.

"Duh." I shook my head at him. "Yeah I have stuff to do for him. But I'm like special ya know? I always have time for you Wes. Just, whatever. I know whatever I say won't be good enough so yeah, you need me I'll be at my desk." Where was everyone? Had he lost his mind now? He totally forgot what the schedule was for the week? With the big review coming up everyone's all over the place.

I heard him mutter that he'd like to have a new life. "We all would. None of us chose what we have. We deal with the shit and we move through it." I spoke softly and for some reason I felt like I cared more then I should. But yeah, we were all miserable here. If we admit it that's another problem.

Giving Wes a small smile. "You're the boss, boss." I pulled the door open and headed out, dumping the entire tray into the trash and heading over to my desk.

I put my polish away and pulled out the rolodex and flipped through. It took me a while before I was able to find it. I looked under R instead of G. Duh, yeah I'm an airhead sometimes.

Picking up the phone I glanced around and made sure the coast was clear. "Hi!" I think he dropped the phone or winced or something. "It's Harmony, over at Wolfram and Hart. I need a package. When? Like yesterday." I huffed and sighed as he yammered on about me talking to him like that.

Does he know I could like snap his neck? Well if he wasn't in England and I wasn't well...un-evil.

[watcher_pryce]

Duh? I'm pretty sure that is not really a word. Yet, it seems to have snuk its way into the english vocabulary of the Americans like a sneaky bug. I detest bugs. Especially if they befoul our language. Or their's, sometimes I have to wonder if American's actually speak English. Cordelia had this habit of saying 'doh' every five words as well.

I blinked up at her and scowled. "Yes," I muttered again. "Wise words, only it doesn't seem to work that way." I wonder where she read that. Maybe on one of those stupid calenders they have hanging in the toilet. Though I doubt they've here. Wolfram and Harts seems more the type to have saying like 'A back-stab a day, makes promotions pay' or something rather.

"Yes, yes. Thank you Miss Kendal."

I sighed relieved when she finally closed the door behind her. Thank god, I thought she'd never leave. Getting up, I walked over to the cupboard again and stared at the bottle there. One more drink wouldn't hurt, but that's all. I'm at work, I can't really indulge myself in it now. And I don't want to, which is what would happen were I to go home.

Closing the door of the cupboard, I ran a hand through my hair and rubbed my eyes. They were starting to burn a little, probably from all that reading. Well, too bad. And now, I had to go see if Harmony didn't leave any blood on those texts. As if I don't have enough work to...seek. Because that's what I'm doing isn't it? Looking for work. Not, that anyone needs to know this.

[_harm_kendall_]

"Yeah well, I need it here like pronto. Can't that little witch of yours like do a spell and poof?" I groaned as he started babbling away about me still having no respect. I so do have respect...sometimes. "Hey, why are you yelling at me? I'm trying to do a friend a favor and you're just making it hard on me ok? Now, can you please send that stuff for me, I'd really like to do this. Send it express over night or something and I'll pay for it on this end." I laughed and shook my head. "Duh, of course I'm allowed too." Well, I wasn't told not to.

I'd worry about that later, Angel wouldn't even notice and if he did I'd just tell him that Wesley needed the pick me up.

After about twenty minutes on the phone I finally got some progress. That was taken care of so yay me, I couldn't wait till he saw what I got, he'd be so happy. Ok, well the British equalness of American happy, whatever that is. Do the British even get happy? All I know is that they always get drunk, who knows.

Most of the day was spent filing and sorting papers, not to mention keeping people away from Wesley's office, he was already tired and dealing with anyone would most likely annoy him and I don't want him annoyed or upset. So, nobody's allowed into that office unless it's me or Wesley.

Is it tomorrow yet? I'm hoping he goes home soon so he can sleep or something, he can't spend all his time mooning over his lost love, it just wasn't meant to be. He's going to work and drink himself to death. And not the pretty death like I had either.

Now, why am I even worrying about this again?

[watcher_pryce]

It took me some time to inspect all the books Harmony and her mug of doom...blood, I mean blood, had been close to. I had to be quite thorough. Even the smallest droplet of blood could do irreparable damage. And it was more work, a good excuse to stay in my office. Hide, if you will. Not that I'd ever admit it, just to myself. I knew what I was doing, and I didn't give a damn.

I knew that the moment I stepped out of that office, fate would step in and slap me in the face as usual. Some people seemed to call themselves love's bitch. I suppose I can call myself fate's bitch. That would actually be amusing, if I had the energy of the will to laugh right now. I don't. But I knew that as soon as I stepped out of the office, I'd be assaulted by real life. Either I had to watch Nina and Angel, gazing in each other's eyes, smiling and doing... couple things. Or Gunn and Lorne striding by, feeling very much at home and in their element here.

Or the worst, watching Fred and Knox. No thank you.

So I stayed in my office. At one point a bottle of whiskey had found its way to my desk. I'd moved it to the drawer, in case anyone would have the nerve to enter anyway. That seems to happen quite a lot. Not today though. Other then Harmony, no one seemed to bother me. Not even on the phone. Not that I minded. It was just...odd. But...quiet.

Sipping my tea... Alright, it's whiskey, with tea, so still tea, I glanced down at my desk. I had no idea what time it was, nor did I care. I did noticed that I'd been staring at the same file for quite some time now. Considering that I'd read 'thesis on Qaltragu demons' about fifty times now. Sighing, I closed it and pushed it away. The only light in my office at the moment was my desk lamp. Huh, it must be later then I thought. Maybe I should take a small nap. On my sofa, I don't feel like going home.

Yawning, I stretched out and walked over to the sofa. It was just as comfortable as my own bed. Wolfram and Hart certainly knew the best furniture. Taking of my shoes, I put them neatly under the table and then laid down on the sofa. I'll just close my eyes for a few moments and then get back to work.

[_harm_kendall_]

The sun was down for nearly two hours by the time the office had emptyed of almost all the day workers had left and mostly vampires and demons were running around.

I hadn't heard anything from Wes' office for a few hours and I started to worry, at least I think it's worry. Who knows. Couldn't hurt to look in and check on him. He is my boss and well I have a right to be in there and stuff.

Getting up and fixing my skirt I picked up a file at random from the desk and headed to his office, walking in without even knocking. "Hey We-...oh..." I stopped and hushed myself when I saw him sleeping, his arm over his face, on the couch. I really don't know why he doesn't use one of the rooms the office has for resting and whatever. He's going to get a stiff neck on the couch like that.

I sighed and put the file down on the desk by the door before walking to the closet and finding a blanket. I think they were kept for osme other reason but who knows. If I remember right Lorne had them put in after that little fiasco at the party, it's better to get sleep then become some creapy ol demon. Well not all demons are creapy...well the guy on the third floor is a bit wiggy if you ask me.

Unfolding the blanket I laid it over him, smiling slightly when he sighed but still stayed sleeping. I didn't need him waking up and becoming grumpy pants on me. I walked over to the desk lamp and dimmed it so that's the only light in the room, didn't need him swearing if he got up and hurt himself on something.

I turned and looked back at him, pausing when he shifted and turned his neck, baring it to my eyes. I couldn't help but lick my fangs that came out, the temptation pulling at me and I could see almost as clear as a sale at D&G my fangs sinking into his neck and the feel of his blood down my throat.

Feeling a bit guilty I forced myself to change back and I grabbed the file and hurried out of the office and straight down to the lunch room, I needed a blood fix, and quick.

[watcher_pryce]

I've no idea what time it is when I wake up. But when I do? I can tell that my body does not agree with my decision to sleep on the sofa. My neck and my back more specifically. It's still dark in the office, aside the small lamp on my desk. Odd, I recall having more lights on. I blink at the blinds, noticing the sun is coming up. Good lord, I must've spend the entire night in my office. Bloody marvelous. Well, that does save me some traveling time.

Groaning, I push myself into a sitting position. "Where did that blanket come from?" That's...confusing. They've magical blankets here now? Either that, or someone has been in my office and covered me with it. And caught me sleeping on the sofa. Damn. That's not good. But who could've come here? F-Fred's to busy with...him. Gunn and Angel don't come here anymore. Or much and they'd have woken me up. I think.

Lorne? He would do that, and tip toe out of here. Can't think of anyone else. Well, Harmony maybe. No, she's evil and all that. Then again, she's been acting all... no evil, today. Yesterday now, I guess. I suppose I'll find out soon enough. If it were Gunn or Angel, I'm sure there's a lecture looming. And Lorne will give me one too, but then about getting more sleep and the likes. Fred is to busy with...him. I think I said that already.

Rolling my head, I wince when I can feel my neck muscles protesting. And the moment I get up, I can feel my back almost locking up. Best be careful there, wouldn't want to throw it out and at an inopportune moment. Right, back to work I guess. Or I could take a shower. Nah, I don't really feel like one. I'll just freshen up a bit in my bathroom and then get back to work.

[_harm_kendall_]

After my blood fix I saw how late it was and decided to call it a night, Wesley was as stubborn as Angel when it came to things and I knew when to give up, sometimes. But this time I did, they'd be other nights that he would hole himself away.

I got up at six am with the sun, hopping out of bed and doing the morning stretches before walking to the blinds. "Fuck." I growled and felt my face shift, I needed to stop doing that, I had to break that habit before I end up charbroiled one morning.. I sighed and looked at my arm. "That's like so gonna leave a mark damnit."

Cursing under my breath I went to the bathroom and headed straight for the first aid kit, pulling things out and wrapping my arm up. I so didn't need this ugly thing poking attention at work, not to mention if it got infected or something. Talk about gross. Ick!

It didn't take me too long to get dressed in this wicked cute outfit, got it on sale and everything, and slipped on my shoes and headed down to my car. Thankfully Angel was too busy to notice that I took one of the company cars for my personal use. Well, it's not that much personal, I mean I do need it to go to work without being some pyro freak.

Humming to a Hillary Duff tune on the radio I headed down to the coffee shop towards the valley before I headed to the office. I made sure to get a few extra's and get scones - at least I think that's what it was - for grumpy pants Wesley. If he's not going to go home any time soon the least I can do is bring him the bestest coffee in all of LA.

I hope my package gets here today for him. It so better or I was gonna have to go kick some English behind or something. Ohhh! I'll have someone from the office do it. Good thinking Harm.

Parking and pulling my purse out of the back I grabbed the coffee and the bag of scones and headed up to the office, ignoring the stares of the other workers at my skirt. Hey, what can I say, it shows off my legs and I have really nice legs. I was a cheerleader after all.

Tossing my hair over my shoulder I smiled and knocked on Wesley's door before opening it slowly. "Wes? I brought you breakfast...or some sort of food, you need to eat." I murmured and walked into the office and over to his desk quietly. "How you doin?"

[watcher_pryce]

It's rather a dangerous thing to fall asleep in the shower, I found out. I nearly slipped, luckily I woke up just in the nick of time. Or I could've hit my head, or broken something. And that would be quite embarrassing to explain. 'I fell asleep in the shower', does not have quite the same ring as 'Kisthosl demon', now does it? Not that I care.

I'd gotten some fresh clothes I kept in my office for... It's an old habit I guess. It's not as though we actually go out and fight a whole lot these days. Less chance of getting slimed, or having ones clothes torn. Now I kept them there to on one would catch me in the same clothes and figure out I slept in the office. Again. I was still running a hand through my hair as I quietly slipped out of the shower.

Which was when I wished I'd stuck to my original plan of just freshening up. I ducked in a small niche as watched Fred and Knox float by. They were float, all alone on their pink cloud nine. My own cloud darkened considerable from just watching them giggle and touch and kiss and... Her not being with me.

Give it up, Pryce. Time to move on.

Right.

When the coast was clear, I hurried back to my office again. Work, at least I could still do work. I sat down behind my desk and threw myself at it. I've no idea how, until I looked up and found Harmony in my office. Startled, I blinked at her, no doubt looking rather like a air gaping fish.

"Harmony? Can I do something for you?" Had she knocked? Could be, I was to busy...avoiding things. She might've even asked me a question. I've no idea.

[_harm_kendall_]

I cocked a brow at him and obviously he hadn't heard me, sheesh! And they say I don't listen, piffft, whatever. Now what was I doing...oh yeah, duh.

"What you can do is leave this hell hole and go home for a little while." I held up my hand to stop any protesting. "But! I know that's going to happen about as quickly as Angel and I running off together for a sunny island getaway..." Hmmm I wonder how much vacation time I have... "Anyway," I grinned at him and handed him the bag and the coffee, making sure to watch his papers this time. "I brought you some breakfast, or well something because you haven't eaten and well it's not in my job description to drag your passed out behind to the lab to have someone from medical look you over."

I started walking around the office and opening up the shades a bit to let some light in, for once without fear of the sun burning me. I reached over and opened the last window, wincing and hissing when my burnt arm hit the wall. Damnit, that had to heal soon, I didn't want to be known as the klutzy one.

"Do you need anything else Wes before I head out? Angel and Spike ended up going on some sort of business trip or something or other." I shrugged. "I swear, for vampires they sure are Slayer whipped." I gave him a bright smile as he stared at me. "So, I'm totally yours, you can do with me as you wish." Ohh... Well then... Too bad he's stuffy or he'd have fun with that one...

[watcher_pryce]

Blinking, I looked up and then glanced around. I must really be out of touch. No one had warned me there was a hurricane coming in today. Then again, the same one had been nearly stalking me for the past few days. What was going on there? It was seriously disturbing if not fascinating. I mean, wasn't she supposed to be an evil vampire?

Harmony never really did fit in the norm when it came to 'normal vampires'. Much like Angel. And Spike, I guess. Wonder what that says about me when I'm surrounded by all those strange, unique vampires.

Best not think about that too much.

Clutching the papers I'd been working on in my hand, I blinked at the coffee and the...whatever else she'd put on my desk. Coffee? Then she went on about Angel, an island, and medical and I was quite confused as to how these things were related. I need more sleep. I need to stop blinking as well, I feel rather stupid doing that.

"What?" I stopped blinking and stared at her. Do with her as I wish? Raising an eyebrow, I gave her a dry look, pursing my lips a little. "Anything hmmm?" A small smile lifted the corners of my mouth until the rest of her words filtered through.

"Wait. Angel and Spike are where? Why did on one tell me? Where did they go?" The hell? Am I not the one to take over when Angel is not around? Yes, I am. But that's a bit hard when you don't even know the git is gone dammit!

"Bloody hell, I need to go over his cases then," I muttered, grabbing the coffee and getting up from my chair. "Is there anything urgent he was working on, Harmony?"

[_harm_kendall_]

For a second I thought he was going to be unstuffy and actually do something out of the ordinary when he actually smiled a bit. Woah, wait, hold up. Stop the press and put out the sun. Wesley Pryce actually smiled?!

If I wasn't dead I'd die of shock.

Well, that was disappointing. He went right back to the stuffy. "There was a memo the other day in your box, you must have missed it." I don't know how he could have, I did put it on neon yellow paper, sheesh.

I glared at him. "Wes, chill. It's been taken care of. All the important cases were wrapped up and the stupid demonic parking tickets were handed off to someone in lower management. Now, you need to go home and sleep." Not to mention shower, this is the one time I'm not fond of vampire senses, he's not stinking up the place - yet - but he so needs to get out of this office for a while.

"Listen, it's some demon's holiday or whatever so the office is pretty quiet. It'll be fine if you're gone for an hour or two to collect yourself. You working like this isn't good for you, you're not a vampire or anything." Pausing I tilted my head. "At least I don't think so...no, you still have your heartbeat." I sighed and shook my head. "You're human, you need to try and calm yourself down, you won't do anyone any good if you're dead. In the not coming back way."

I walked over to him and took the papers out of his hand. "So go, leave the office for a few hours, go home and shower, maybe nap in your bed. I promise, if anything remotely wiggy happens I'll call." When did I get so...nice?! Maybe I need to see someone in counseling...