On my own.
I have to say, things have improved by leaps and bounds here. That Xander's been a busy little bee. Won't be long before I can open my club again, though I'm a little hesitant -- it's just a matter of time before it gets blown up again, isn't it?
It was a quiet night. Xander had finished his work for the day and gone home, leaving me alone with an empty club and a poorly-stocked bar. Slim pickings, but I still managed to mix up a decent seabreeze with what little vodka I could get my immaculately manicured little hands on. I grabbed the glass tumbler and sipped at my drink as I went to lock the doors and turn off all the lights before heading to the back rooms, where I'd decided to set up house again.
Cue the Streissand and dim the lights. I picked up the book I'd been reading off the nightstand and went to settle myself in my favorite teal-upholstered armchair, thumbing through the pages and opening up to the page I had left off on. I was more than ready to sit back, relax, and do some pleasure reading, but the fact that I hadn't heard from Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding, or any of the other members of Team Angel, for that matter, was really starting to bother me. Didn't anyone love Lorne anymore? Truth be told, I missed my little buddies more than I liked to admit. Angelcakes, Cordy, Wes, Gunn, Freddles... hell, even little mister Broody Britches.
They were probably just busy. That I could understand. I was busy, too, or else I'd have marched myself right over to see the little cherubs. Well, if I could even figure out where they were. They were busy. I got that.
So why was I so lonely? Why did it hurt so much?
It was a quiet night. Xander had finished his work for the day and gone home, leaving me alone with an empty club and a poorly-stocked bar. Slim pickings, but I still managed to mix up a decent seabreeze with what little vodka I could get my immaculately manicured little hands on. I grabbed the glass tumbler and sipped at my drink as I went to lock the doors and turn off all the lights before heading to the back rooms, where I'd decided to set up house again.
Cue the Streissand and dim the lights. I picked up the book I'd been reading off the nightstand and went to settle myself in my favorite teal-upholstered armchair, thumbing through the pages and opening up to the page I had left off on. I was more than ready to sit back, relax, and do some pleasure reading, but the fact that I hadn't heard from Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding, or any of the other members of Team Angel, for that matter, was really starting to bother me. Didn't anyone love Lorne anymore? Truth be told, I missed my little buddies more than I liked to admit. Angelcakes, Cordy, Wes, Gunn, Freddles... hell, even little mister Broody Britches.
They were probably just busy. That I could understand. I was busy, too, or else I'd have marched myself right over to see the little cherubs. Well, if I could even figure out where they were. They were busy. I got that.
So why was I so lonely? Why did it hurt so much?