We own a store. Too bad I can't trade it for an agent.
Angel and I are finally getting somewhere.
Okay, so it's not the place I want to be going to, but it's better than no money and an office built for one. Complete with spiders breeding for a million. 'The Magic Box' is a step up for us, even if it's a step back, and I swore I'd never do anything as stupid as showing my face around here ever again. Besides, this could still just be temporary. Visions or not, Angel isn't going to need me forever. Eventually he'll probably tell me to take a hike and get famous already.
Or he and Buffy will have a horizontal reunion and I'll pack up before he gets too psycho.
Either way, as soon as we hire someone and establish ourselves as the local one stop shop for all of Sunnydale's supernatural needs, money will start rolling in. It has to. Everyone in Sunnydale has one magic related issue or another, they'll have to come here and buy frogs legs and other animal parts for their spells. Although it's anyone's guess as to what some of the crap we have in the basement about. More demonic than animalistic.
And it's all staying there. If someone wants a piece of demon, they can come in at night and ask Angel for it. He's useless during the day. And I understand that, but I still can't believe he didn't offer to help me after I told him about that ad in the newspaper. I mean, this is our business. If he's not willing to do any of the work, then that makes it my business. I could change the name to "Cordelia's Magic Box" and it should all be the same thing to him.
Of course it's not. Somewhere, deep down, Angel is desperate for attention. All of this hiding out is really a cry for help.
Well he left me to hire someone on my own. He can cry alone for a while.
((Open to Tara))
Okay, so it's not the place I want to be going to, but it's better than no money and an office built for one. Complete with spiders breeding for a million. 'The Magic Box' is a step up for us, even if it's a step back, and I swore I'd never do anything as stupid as showing my face around here ever again. Besides, this could still just be temporary. Visions or not, Angel isn't going to need me forever. Eventually he'll probably tell me to take a hike and get famous already.
Or he and Buffy will have a horizontal reunion and I'll pack up before he gets too psycho.
Either way, as soon as we hire someone and establish ourselves as the local one stop shop for all of Sunnydale's supernatural needs, money will start rolling in. It has to. Everyone in Sunnydale has one magic related issue or another, they'll have to come here and buy frogs legs and other animal parts for their spells. Although it's anyone's guess as to what some of the crap we have in the basement about. More demonic than animalistic.
And it's all staying there. If someone wants a piece of demon, they can come in at night and ask Angel for it. He's useless during the day. And I understand that, but I still can't believe he didn't offer to help me after I told him about that ad in the newspaper. I mean, this is our business. If he's not willing to do any of the work, then that makes it my business. I could change the name to "Cordelia's Magic Box" and it should all be the same thing to him.
Of course it's not. Somewhere, deep down, Angel is desperate for attention. All of this hiding out is really a cry for help.
Well he left me to hire someone on my own. He can cry alone for a while.
((Open to Tara))