Oh... damn.

[rogue_lawyer]

//Locked from my brand new boss//

Angel has a sick sick sense of humor. Talk about karma.

Anyone needs me, I'll be hiding behind Wesley's newly built Fort Books.

//Unlock//

Comments

[watcher_pryce]

...Errr

[rogue_lawyer]

"Err" yourself! This is not gonna turn out pretty. If Angel wasn't dead, I'd kill him. Sadistic bastard.

[watcher_pryce]

I'm afraid you lost me, love. What's wrong?

[rogue_lawyer]

He put Darla in charge. You remember Darla, don't you? The lady whose life I've screwed up about a solid half-dozen times? And here I thought Holland was a scary boss.

[watcher_pryce]

Uhm. Angel, whom is dead and gone, put Darla in charge? Just to get that cleared up. How, pray tell, does he do that from the beyond?

[rogue_lawyer]

Well, I'm... not quite sure about the logistics of that. But in theory, he's closer to the Home Office than ever right now. Serves him right. I mean, Darla?? The only way I could possibly be more screwed is if he'd put Lilah in charge.

Hold me? *grin*

[watcher_pryce]

And they have the exciting entertainment that is the internet in Hell? This is... This is really very confusing. Let's keep the girls off of the internet for a while, I just went through the daunting task of having to tell them that their aunt and uncle are dead and... Don't even joke about that. We're going to just have to work extra hard to render this contract of yours of no use to them.

You need to ask? Tsk.

[rogue_lawyer]

*shrug* There was an ice cream truck in the Hell where I was hanging out. Not much surprises me anymore. Poor girls... they're gonna need some serious TLC for the next bit, huh? Not fair for them to lose so many people when they're still so young. Everything I've come up with so far involves me dying first. But it means a lot to me that you tried, Wes.

Well hold me tighter, because I think I'm in trouble.