where_it_hurts
After all that drama in the lobby, I decided to take a shower in a poor attempt to relax. It didn't help...at all. Now I was just prune fingered but still emotionally slagged Buffy. Okay, so maybe the shower had been about a 40 gallon attempt at stalling. Putting off what had to be done. The only thing I could think about was how to break the news to Xander. He'd already lost Anya...this would just compound the pain. He and Cordy did have that...thing back in high school. An odd thing, but a thing nonetheless.
Once all squeaky clean I got dressed and made my way back to my room, but got caught up with an unexpected detour. I stopped a few doors short of my own and debated on if I should go in or not.
What the hell...
Turning the knob I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Cordelia's room... Angel had spent quite a bit of time in here. You know, when he wasn't playing uber private eye. I felt like I really shouldn't have been there. Yet there I was...with the being.
There were a few boxes packed with some of her things. The girl did love shoes... I found one labeled 'SDHS' and gravitated toward it. Opening the flaps of the box I searched its contents. Her diploma...charred, cheer leading outfit and trophies, a few photo albums from several dances...and her yearbook. Pulling the book out I then made my way over to the bed and sat down. I flipped through the pages slowly, reminiscing about the horrific day to day struggle that was high school. Oh, plus there was all that weird 'Hellmouth' stuff to contend with. Cordelia was always a reluctant member of the scoobies. We didn't exactly see eye to eye on, uh...well, anything. And it's kind of sad that the only time we really 'bonded' was that time we were being hunted. We were never close...and now, I guess we'd never get to be...
I think I'll be taking the next exit off memory lane.
Replacing the book, I left the room and headed back to the lobby. I'm pretty much out of ideas for stalling...
[[Open to...whoever. Xand? Once he's done with Maya possibly?]]
Once all squeaky clean I got dressed and made my way back to my room, but got caught up with an unexpected detour. I stopped a few doors short of my own and debated on if I should go in or not.
What the hell...
Turning the knob I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Cordelia's room... Angel had spent quite a bit of time in here. You know, when he wasn't playing uber private eye. I felt like I really shouldn't have been there. Yet there I was...with the being.
There were a few boxes packed with some of her things. The girl did love shoes... I found one labeled 'SDHS' and gravitated toward it. Opening the flaps of the box I searched its contents. Her diploma...charred, cheer leading outfit and trophies, a few photo albums from several dances...and her yearbook. Pulling the book out I then made my way over to the bed and sat down. I flipped through the pages slowly, reminiscing about the horrific day to day struggle that was high school. Oh, plus there was all that weird 'Hellmouth' stuff to contend with. Cordelia was always a reluctant member of the scoobies. We didn't exactly see eye to eye on, uh...well, anything. And it's kind of sad that the only time we really 'bonded' was that time we were being hunted. We were never close...and now, I guess we'd never get to be...
I think I'll be taking the next exit off memory lane.
Replacing the book, I left the room and headed back to the lobby. I'm pretty much out of ideas for stalling...
[[Open to...whoever. Xand? Once he's done with Maya possibly?]]