Mar 15, 2005 21:08
Okay. So it had been, what, forever and a day since we actually had a real case? Yeah. I think it was something like that. Fred was upstairs in her room, cave-dwelling again. Gunn was sitting on the couch across from me, playing some really annoying video game. I was tempted to throw it out the window.
Wesley and I were at the counter, and he kept shooting me exasperated looks. Well, it's really not my fault that I file under my own system. "If I have to cross-reference a Lupa demon with an actual loofah one more time, I may just burn all of your files." He said, his lips set in a tight line.
"Oh get over it, English. No need to get your panties in a twist." I heard Gunn mumble from the couch. So everyone was accounted for. Wait. Strike that. One overly dark and brooding vampire was .. in his office brooding. Forget I asked.
"So. Think I can shake a vision out of your head?" Gunn asked without looking up from his game.
"Har har. Think I can throw your game out the window?" I asked, smiling sweetly. Suddenly, I heard a door opening. I got all overexcited, thinking oh customer! Without the painful vision to go with it, but no. It was just Captain Broody himself coming out of the office.
"Fulfill your brooding quota for the day??" I asked Angel sweetly. He glared at me in return. "Why is it that every time I come out of the office, you're either yelling at each other or me?" He asked, being all .. Joe Stoic about it.
I shrugged him off. "Maybe if someone had a vision ..." Gunn said, quietly.
"I heard that."