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[red_rosenberg]

Continued From HereMmm, ice cream. I was careful - I didn't want to get myself covered it in, that would just be uber embrassing. Unfortunately, ice cream has a habit of getting everywhere, especially when you're walking and eating it at the same time. I think I put up a valiant effort for this not to happen, however, and I looked at him, mystified

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[_wes_pryce_]

Cordelia Chase would've made an excellent inquisitor during the Spanish Inquisition. I swear, one more question about 'what did you and Willow really do' combined with that look in her eyes, and that damnable eyebrow raised and I was going to scream. Not that being lecture about 'not being ready to go out yet' was any better. Nor were Gunn and Angel snickering behind her any comfort. Gits.

I don't think I'd ever been so grateful toward Willow for showing up when Cordelia started round for of 'lets drill Wesley until he breaks.' Except when she went of a walk with me and took me out of this damn hotel. Come to think of it, I seem to develop a pattern when it comes to Willow Rosenberg. Intriguingly amusing, if it weren't such a serious matter.

"Yes, we're done...I mean...r-ready," I say, getting up quickly. I manage to bite down on a wince and make certain to grab my cane. Gunn and Angel look a mixture between worried and amused. Narrowing my eyes at them, I dare them to say anything.

"Wes?" Angel asks carefully, "Are you sure you're up to it?"

"Yeah man, he is," Gunn interrupts again. Thank you Charles Gunn, once again. I'm sure he must've notice how close I am getting to really exploding. Not that this isn't going to happen sooner or later. It's just building up, but I'd hate for it to happen infront of Willow.

"He is," I echo Gunn's words. Angel is already striding out the door, Cordelia right on his feet, blathering on about something. Probably the restaurant. I wouldn't be surprised if she manages to persuade him to go to one of those fancy places after all.

"Willow? care to join us for dinner?" Smiling shyly at her, I hold out my arm.

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Ya know, we could have just been going for a pizza. I tried to remember the last time someone asked me out to dinner that way. Well, there was 'Willow, honey, table now!' from her mother, and 'how about we catch some grease?' from Xander and 'I have a hankering for a taco' from Buffy. So you can't blame me when I blushed at Wesley's words. Nice and gentlemanly and English. That made me go 'hee' internally.

"I think so," I said with a grin and took his arm. It would probably fuel Cordelia's interrogatery fire when we did the so-called 'sleepover' thing, but oh well.

Outside, I watched as Angel started towards the drivers seat door. Such an alpha male, it made me smile. Of course he'd be the one to drive - does he have a liscence? Can vampires even get liscences?

"But Angel, I know this really great place, it's super pricey but so worth it, and you can afford it, right?" I could hear Cordelia say as she climbed into the passenger seat.

"Cordy..." was Angel's defense, and even by my standards, it was pretty lame.

Gunn was shaking his head as he started into the car himself. "I said I know a place, does my vote not count?"

And on the banter went. I looked at Wesley. "Hey, wanna take Giles's car and follow behind them?" I suggested. "Like, so we don't cram up the-their car and, um... we might still be alive when we get to the restaurant," I added sheepishly.

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"Oh," I nodded at Willow. "That would be nice yes." Anything to keep away from Inquisition Cordelia for a little while longer. And her bickering's with Angel and Gunn about what bloody restaurant to pick. Who cared? It was food and Angel was paying, that was all that mattered to me.

"Gunn?" I waited until he turned around, raising a quizzical eyebrow at me. "Willow and I will be following in...err...Giles' car."

"Kay man, I'll tell Angel not to play speed demon." And why was he giving me that smirking look? Was something I said amusing?

"Thank you, that would be much appreciated." He nods at me and then slided in the car. "They what?" I hear Cordelia shriek. And I'm very glad Angel has the top of the car up, which is probably what is preventing her from jumping out of the car. Gunn smirks at me again and slams the door shut.

"Well, we'd better hurry up then, I suppose. Do you want me to drive?" Los Angeles is a dangerous place to drive, and Angel is hard to keep up with. But Cordelia nor Gunn wouldn't let me drive. With good reasons probably. Even Angel gave me a look if I suggested it. Pratt's, I'm perfectly capable of driving.