Jun 26, 2010 00:35
Wesley is drinking. It's not something he does very often and usually he exhibits quite a bit more self-restraint. Right now, though, he's going to town. He's hatched himself a bottle of Glenn Morgan single malt and is partaking rather generously.
His run in with Faith and his discussion with Illyria over his own fate, plus the return of certain visitors has severely knocked this ex-watcher for a six.
He probably shouldn't be drinking at the Hyperion, but he has wanted to see Angel. To ask him if he knew about the vampires at Faith's apartment.
Which reminds him:
"Angel?" He calls out, then pauses to take another swig of his drink. "Angel! Where the devil has he gone? Is he still asleep? I don't even know what time it is. I used to have such a good internal clock too."
He's speaking to himself. But he isn't really, because Illyria is lurking nearby at his request. And he has a charming Fred-corpse-ghost trying to tug on his arm.
"Leave me be. You're not dead yet. At least not here. Go haunt someone else."
He shrugs it off, draining the glass of whiskey quickly.
[OOC: Backdated to before Gunn's arrival.]
{ wesley wyndam-pryce,
@ speares,
{ godric,
{ faith lehane,
illyria,
{ angel,
{ cordelia chase