Raising his eyebrows, Wesley looked over at Rupert, hearing him muttering to himself but not quite making out everything he was saying. He heard punishment and braces, and suddenly found himself thinking about the times Rupert has used his braces on him during some of their more...playful moments together
( ... )
Giles looked down at the pages Wesley had printed out for him. He shook his head and sighed before taking a bite of his food. “Bloody Council,” he muttered as he waved his hands at the papers. “They need to confirm everything we do. If one of the Slayers needs a new pair of trainers, we have to ask for the board’s advice.” He shook his head and looked around for a pen, and when he couldn’t find one, he pushed the papers away from him
( ... )
As he opened his carton of food, Wesley glanced over at the pages Rupert had set aside, shaking his head when he saw how anal the Board was being about accountability. Obviously, for all the good Rupert and the others had done, some things never changed
( ... )
Giles smirked at Wesley's idea. Perhaps he would tell the Council he had computer problems and make them wait for the signed documents. They were always making him wait for things. With an innocent look, he 'accidentally' knocked his glass of water over onto the papers. "Suppose I won't be signing those anytime soon," he said with a grin
( ... )
In the costume closet, Wesley started looking through the racks, wondering what he could wear. He wasn't completely sure why he was so enthusiastic about wearing a costume, but he couldn't help it. This would be fun, he decided, especially since Rupert was going to be wearing one as well.
Glancing over at his lover, he grinned when he saw the purple suit that he had pulled out. It looked like something that Lorne would feel comfortable wearing, but he decided not to say that, to either of them. "Bloody good idea," he said, rather amused that Rupert was going to be walking around with a cane after the conversation they had the first day they had got back together.
Then Rupert pulled out the red dress and held it up to him, and Wesley shrinked back a bit. "Ohh, no. I'm not wearing that! I'm not a lady, and I'm certainly not your lady friend," he protested, holding his hands up as if he could ward off the red frock. "Why are we even agreeing to this anyway? This is so silly; I mean, wearing a costume
( ... )
"Come now, Wesley," Giles said, holding the dress up. "You'll look quite beautiful in this dress. I'll be the luckiest man at the party." A grin spread across his face when Wesley finally agreed to wear the dress. Then he watched as his lover as he looked for a wig, smiling when he found one. "Brilliant, love."
Taking Wesley's hand, Giles led him back to Wesley's office. "We should get dressed in out costumes now. We don't want to miss the best part of the party!" Taking his suit, Giles went to the back of Wesley's office and quickly changed. When he was finished, he walked out and modeled it for the other man.
"Do I look like a pimp, love?" he asked, turning around to show off his new purple suit. He tapped the cane on the floor and grinned at his lover.
When they returned to his office, Wesley shut the blinds on the window to give themselves a bit of privacy while they changed. He then set the dress and wig on the table and began pulling off his shoes, socks and trousers, all the while glancing over at Rupert, who was changing in the back of the office. The dim light made it hard to see him until he walked out from behind the desk, wearing the purple suit
( ... )
Giles tipped his hat at Wesley and smirked as he twirled his cane around. He was rather good at and it had to be his years of sword training. Perhaps after the party he could go down to the red district of Los Angeles and show off his new skills. Turning, he watched Wesley get ready and grinned.
"You look rather stunning, my love," Giles said. He went over to Wesley and straightened at his wig and smirked at his bearded lady comment. "You'd make a lovely sideshow freak." He was looking him over when Fred walked in and he looked over at her.
"We're going to Lorne's party," Giles said with a smile. He then looked at Wesley again before looking at Fred. "Since you're a woman, Fred, perhaps you could do his makeup for him?"
"Um, well, okay," Fred said as she looked from Wesley to Giles.
Giles grinned and walked over to wear his clothes laid. He found his socks and walked over to Wesley. "You need some cleavage, Wesley. No lady friend of mine is going to be flat as a board," he said as he started to stuff the socks into the
"Come on, love," Wesley insisted, pulling on his arm as Fred took his other hand and leading him toward the door. He didn't bother to look back, really not wanting to see what Angel was doing to Eve. Not even wanting to think what he was doing to Eve
( ... )
Giles sneered at Wesley but followed Fred and him out anyway. As they walked down the hallway to the lab, he kept his arms crossed over his chest to show he wasn't happy about being bossed around by Angel of all people. When they got to the lab, he looked at all the cabinets.
"How about over there?" he asked, pointing to a red set of cabinets in the corner. He then went over and picked up a book. Opening it up, he looked up empathic demons. When he found the section, he read it over. "Oh, this isn't good," he said, shaking his head.
"What isn't?" Fred asked as she looked through the cabinet.
"When an empath demon doesn't sleep, it changes people's destinies and it'll eventually manifest," he said, looking up at Wesley and Fred.
"That doesn't sound good," Fred said before she pulled something out of the cabinet. "Found it! But how are we suppose to put it back inside of him?"
Wesley had seen the look Rupert shot him but ignored it since they had more pressing things to attend to, no matter his lover's view on Angel. Besides, he had also called him a lovely sideshow freak
( ... )
Giles sat the book down and started to look around to find something to put Lorne's sleep back in. He was staring at a container that said "Kristina Miller's Sex Drive" when Wesley said he'd found something to help. Looking over at his lover, he saw the gun-like thing and nodded. "Good work, Wendy," he said before Wesley took his hand.
The three of them hurried down the hallway and to the nearest lift. They pushed the button and waited. "Hope we aren't too late and Lorne hasn't manifested yet!" Fred said just as the lift dinged and the doors slid open. All of them stepped in and Giles hit the button for the lobby.
"Perhaps we should put the sleep in before we get to the lobby," Giles suggested.
Fred nodded and within a matter of seconds had transferred the sleep to the gun-like device. She was finishing up when the door dinged and opened again. "What in--"
"What in the bloody hell is that?" Giles said, finishing Fred's sentence, when they saw a rather large version of Lorne smashing things up.
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Glancing over at his lover, he grinned when he saw the purple suit that he had pulled out. It looked like something that Lorne would feel comfortable wearing, but he decided not to say that, to either of them. "Bloody good idea," he said, rather amused that Rupert was going to be walking around with a cane after the conversation they had the first day they had got back together.
Then Rupert pulled out the red dress and held it up to him, and Wesley shrinked back a bit. "Ohh, no. I'm not wearing that! I'm not a lady, and I'm certainly not your lady friend," he protested, holding his hands up as if he could ward off the red frock. "Why are we even agreeing to this anyway? This is so silly; I mean, wearing a costume ( ... )
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Taking Wesley's hand, Giles led him back to Wesley's office. "We should get dressed in out costumes now. We don't want to miss the best part of the party!" Taking his suit, Giles went to the back of Wesley's office and quickly changed. When he was finished, he walked out and modeled it for the other man.
"Do I look like a pimp, love?" he asked, turning around to show off his new purple suit. He tapped the cane on the floor and grinned at his lover.
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"You look rather stunning, my love," Giles said. He went over to Wesley and straightened at his wig and smirked at his bearded lady comment. "You'd make a lovely sideshow freak." He was looking him over when Fred walked in and he looked over at her.
"We're going to Lorne's party," Giles said with a smile. He then looked at Wesley again before looking at Fred. "Since you're a woman, Fred, perhaps you could do his makeup for him?"
"Um, well, okay," Fred said as she looked from Wesley to Giles.
Giles grinned and walked over to wear his clothes laid. He found his socks and walked over to Wesley. "You need some cleavage, Wesley. No lady friend of mine is going to be flat as a board," he said as he started to stuff the socks into the
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"How about over there?" he asked, pointing to a red set of cabinets in the corner. He then went over and picked up a book. Opening it up, he looked up empathic demons. When he found the section, he read it over. "Oh, this isn't good," he said, shaking his head.
"What isn't?" Fred asked as she looked through the cabinet.
"When an empath demon doesn't sleep, it changes people's destinies and it'll eventually manifest," he said, looking up at Wesley and Fred.
"That doesn't sound good," Fred said before she pulled something out of the cabinet. "Found it! But how are we suppose to put it back inside of him?"
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The three of them hurried down the hallway and to the nearest lift. They pushed the button and waited. "Hope we aren't too late and Lorne hasn't manifested yet!" Fred said just as the lift dinged and the doors slid open. All of them stepped in and Giles hit the button for the lobby.
"Perhaps we should put the sleep in before we get to the lobby," Giles suggested.
Fred nodded and within a matter of seconds had transferred the sleep to the gun-like device. She was finishing up when the door dinged and opened again. "What in--"
"What in the bloody hell is that?" Giles said, finishing Fred's sentence, when they saw a rather large version of Lorne smashing things up.
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