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What in the hell was she thinking? I mean, I'm all for getting the enemy drunk to get information out of them, but was that the plan? No. She went out and got potential alcohol poisoning with Ryan to thank him. Thank him for what? The Powers sent her the vision about the urn, not that we found anything out about it before I-- Dammit. Wes is gonna kill me.
Okay, let's just say the whole thing gets under my skin. To wake up to Ryan, evil golden boy lawyer in MY hotel, reeking of Cordelia's scent and then her smelling like him...
Her hotel. Whatever.
He could have done anything to her while she was in that condition, and no, I'm NOT actually talking about him sleeping with her, although that would have been--not the point. I'm talking about kidnapping her to harness her visions for the good of the evil lawfirm we've been fighting against for oh, five years or so now. Or murdering her in her sleep. Or sending her to a hell dimension, or to his highly preserved self in the distant future. Yeah, tell me he didn't sell his soul and a whole lot more to pull that one off.
The point is, there is no end to what that slimeball could have cooked up while she was so drunk that Andrew finally had to hunt her down and bring her home. Alright, so the little pipsqueak did good even if he did borrow my car without asking. And she acts like it was nothing. Nothing.
Except she goes on a rant wanting to kick Kennedy out to...what, go back to her old job at Evil, Inc.? And Melaka agrees with her. Meanwhile, I hear some sort of catfight going on between Kennedy and Faith, and dammit, I'm not going down there. Fine, let 'em slug it out if that's what they want. You try to do a little good, give a girl a second chance, get her off drugs and straightened out so she stops killing innocent demons, and nobody fucking appreciates it. Not even the girl you tried to help. Screw it.
*Opens door and shouts down the stairs* Will somebody please answer the goddamn phone???
Open to anyone at AI.
Okay, let's just say the whole thing gets under my skin. To wake up to Ryan, evil golden boy lawyer in MY hotel, reeking of Cordelia's scent and then her smelling like him...
Her hotel. Whatever.
He could have done anything to her while she was in that condition, and no, I'm NOT actually talking about him sleeping with her, although that would have been--not the point. I'm talking about kidnapping her to harness her visions for the good of the evil lawfirm we've been fighting against for oh, five years or so now. Or murdering her in her sleep. Or sending her to a hell dimension, or to his highly preserved self in the distant future. Yeah, tell me he didn't sell his soul and a whole lot more to pull that one off.
The point is, there is no end to what that slimeball could have cooked up while she was so drunk that Andrew finally had to hunt her down and bring her home. Alright, so the little pipsqueak did good even if he did borrow my car without asking. And she acts like it was nothing. Nothing.
Except she goes on a rant wanting to kick Kennedy out to...what, go back to her old job at Evil, Inc.? And Melaka agrees with her. Meanwhile, I hear some sort of catfight going on between Kennedy and Faith, and dammit, I'm not going down there. Fine, let 'em slug it out if that's what they want. You try to do a little good, give a girl a second chance, get her off drugs and straightened out so she stops killing innocent demons, and nobody fucking appreciates it. Not even the girl you tried to help. Screw it.
*Opens door and shouts down the stairs* Will somebody please answer the goddamn phone???
Open to anyone at AI.