The girl sure can ramble. Only not in the cute way Fred used to do. A pang of guilt went though me at that though and I sucked in my breath. My fault she was now nothing but a walkin’ blue shell for a wanna be goddess. My eyes narrowed when she kept on talkin’ and talkin’, not makin’ any sense. How come she never knows where her boss is? What the hell was Wes thinking when he gave her this job? Jesus. The way she protested sounded very suspicious to me.
“I *just* got back,” I pointed out again. “Like not even half an hour ago.” She sure hadn’t been in front of the line in the brain department when they got distributed had she? Never became more obvious then right at this moment. And the nervous blabbin’? Girl’s hiddin’ something. But what. It obviously had to do with Lindsey, since my question musta spurred that on. I think I’m gonna have to look into our tiny prisoner and see for myself how the dude is doin’. See if I can get some straight answers out of the guy. Cause, answers we were gonna get. I didn’t just spend fuck only knows how long in hell for shit all.
“He aint with Wes now, and things can’t be slow. We got a job to do. I doubt either Angel or Wes would slow down.” Considerin’ their determination to get to the bottom of things. Then again, what Lorne told me ‘bout Wes, I’m guessin’ he’s working on other things. Like how to get Fred back. Poor schmuk will have to face the facts sooner or later. Fred aint never comin’ back and Illyria aint goin’ anywhere.
I glanced at the nails she showed me, indicatin’ just how busy she’d not been. I guess not much changed there then. Rollin’ my eyes, I took her arm and started toward the elevator. “You can rest up on your beauty another time,” I said, stridin’ through the lobby. “Not like you need it, you got eternity. You and I are gonna pay evil lawyer boy a visit. I didn’t go in and out of hell for nothing. I want answers and I want em right now.” Stabbin’ the button of the elevator, I pulled Harmony inside and watched the doors slide closed. Now we’re talkin’. Was gonna get me some answers.
Oh god, he has to know. He knows and now he's gonna go and lock me up in the cells and then I'll never get out of there. Oh god! There's window's and light and the sun down there. I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die young and pretty. Well, I'll always be young and pretty but I just don't wanna die!
"Hey, hey, hey! Watch the outfit, Gunn." I pulled my arm away from him and started fixing my skirt, looking down and hoping I didn't have a run in my stockings. "It's hard getting dressed in the morning you know." I pouted, glaring at him and crossing my arms. "I mean hello, I'm the one without a reflection here. Not like I can look in the mirror. Outfit's have to be planned, they can't just happen anymore."
I tapped my foot and looked around the elevator, trying to keep the total and utter panic out of my face. I mean, we're going down to see Lindsey and hello he's not there. Well, nobody knows that and if Eve did everything she was supposed to the two of them are supposed to be like so long gone. I hope and I so have to hope that nobody's gonna be able to pin it on me, I mean I like my job and everything. I really do, I can't lose it. They have really good dental here; something that's like totally needed for us vampires.
"Ok, so like why are we going to visit Angel's permanent pest? I mean really, it's not like he's going anywhere or anything." Not like anyone knows that he did and he is. Him and Eve should be like half way to Mexico or something by now. Unless they end up being stupid and go somewhere cold. The sun would do them a world of good, how pale they both are and everything.
The elevator stopped and if I was able to I think my heart would have just totally stopped beating as the door's opened. "Gunn, you know you should really like go rest or something. You just got back. How about lunch?! My treat, anywhere you want. You know we have connections to go get food from just about anywhere...even other dimensions." Stop babbling, he's going to think you're guilty. Well duh you are, but he doesn't have to find out.
“You’re outfit is fine,’ I grumble. “Not like you can’t afford a new one on your pay anyway.” They really pay like weird amounts of salary here. Not that I’m complainin’ in my case. Must be the hazardous pay, what with all them death threats and actual deaths ‘round here. Cordy, Fred….Wes aint exactly livin’ either. Okay, neither is Harmony here, but thems details.
“I’m sure you don’t even need a mirror, sour puss. So stop yakkin’.” Seriously, how does Angel put up with this? What was Wes thinking when he hired her? Rollin’ my eyes, I fling her into the elevator and wait for the thing to start. Somethin’ is up in the basement. I’m gonna make sure my stay in little ol hell aint for nothing. That blue eyed idiot had *better* still be in his nice cozy cell. And not to cozy too, if you get what I’m sayin’.
I look at Harmony from the corner from my eyes as she’s off runnin’ her mouth again. Didn’t I just say what we were gonna do? Though vampire’s had superior hearing and all that shit. Mean, Angel and Spike sure do. Unless she’s hidin’ something and playin’ dumb. Not that this would take much, but her doin’ it deliberately? Kinda suspicious, yeah? “That’s what I just said,” I sigh, eyeing the numbers fly by. Though this elevator was faster.
The damn thing finally arrives and just as I’m ‘bout to step out, Harm is ramblin’ again. I step out of the thing, holding it open and staring at her. You can tell she don’t need to breath. Wonder if she was able to do that before she was turned, something tells me that, yeah, she could. “Kinda lost my appetite, Harmony,” I sigh, shakin’ my head at her. “Maybe *after* we checked Angel’s permanent pest is where he should be.” Yankin’ her out of the elevator, I start toward where we’re holding said pest.
Something is wrong with Eve, and I'm nearly frantic by the time I hear the elevator doors slide open at the end of the hallway. About goddamn time.
"Angel!" I holler. I spare a glance at Eve, who puts her hands over her ears like a little kid. Cursing under my breath, I turn my attention back to the footsteps getting closer to the cell. "Angel! Get your undead ass over here! I... we need your help."
Except it's not Angel. I plaster a devil-may-care grin on my face and wish like hell that I could take back those last couple sentences.
"Why, Charlie Gunn, look at you." Seeing him is like a punch in the gut. Does this mean I'm getting shipped back to the Holding Dimension? My gaze darts over to Harmony, who for some reason, looks ridiculously relieved. "About time someone came down for a visit. I wanna fill out a comment card about the service in this place."
“I *just* got back,” I pointed out again. “Like not even half an hour ago.” She sure hadn’t been in front of the line in the brain department when they got distributed had she? Never became more obvious then right at this moment. And the nervous blabbin’? Girl’s hiddin’ something. But what. It obviously had to do with Lindsey, since my question musta spurred that on. I think I’m gonna have to look into our tiny prisoner and see for myself how the dude is doin’. See if I can get some straight answers out of the guy. Cause, answers we were gonna get. I didn’t just spend fuck only knows how long in hell for shit all.
“He aint with Wes now, and things can’t be slow. We got a job to do. I doubt either Angel or Wes would slow down.” Considerin’ their determination to get to the bottom of things. Then again, what Lorne told me ‘bout Wes, I’m guessin’ he’s working on other things. Like how to get Fred back. Poor schmuk will have to face the facts sooner or later. Fred aint never comin’ back and Illyria aint goin’ anywhere.
I glanced at the nails she showed me, indicatin’ just how busy she’d not been. I guess not much changed there then. Rollin’ my eyes, I took her arm and started toward the elevator. “You can rest up on your beauty another time,” I said, stridin’ through the lobby. “Not like you need it, you got eternity. You and I are gonna pay evil lawyer boy a visit. I didn’t go in and out of hell for nothing. I want answers and I want em right now.” Stabbin’ the button of the elevator, I pulled Harmony inside and watched the doors slide closed. Now we’re talkin’. Was gonna get me some answers.
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"Hey, hey, hey! Watch the outfit, Gunn." I pulled my arm away from him and started fixing my skirt, looking down and hoping I didn't have a run in my stockings. "It's hard getting dressed in the morning you know." I pouted, glaring at him and crossing my arms. "I mean hello, I'm the one without a reflection here. Not like I can look in the mirror. Outfit's have to be planned, they can't just happen anymore."
I tapped my foot and looked around the elevator, trying to keep the total and utter panic out of my face. I mean, we're going down to see Lindsey and hello he's not there. Well, nobody knows that and if Eve did everything she was supposed to the two of them are supposed to be like so long gone. I hope and I so have to hope that nobody's gonna be able to pin it on me, I mean I like my job and everything. I really do, I can't lose it. They have really good dental here; something that's like totally needed for us vampires.
"Ok, so like why are we going to visit Angel's permanent pest? I mean really, it's not like he's going anywhere or anything." Not like anyone knows that he did and he is. Him and Eve should be like half way to Mexico or something by now. Unless they end up being stupid and go somewhere cold. The sun would do them a world of good, how pale they both are and everything.
The elevator stopped and if I was able to I think my heart would have just totally stopped beating as the door's opened. "Gunn, you know you should really like go rest or something. You just got back. How about lunch?! My treat, anywhere you want. You know we have connections to go get food from just about anywhere...even other dimensions." Stop babbling, he's going to think you're guilty. Well duh you are, but he doesn't have to find out.
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“I’m sure you don’t even need a mirror, sour puss. So stop yakkin’.” Seriously, how does Angel put up with this? What was Wes thinking when he hired her? Rollin’ my eyes, I fling her into the elevator and wait for the thing to start. Somethin’ is up in the basement. I’m gonna make sure my stay in little ol hell aint for nothing. That blue eyed idiot had *better* still be in his nice cozy cell. And not to cozy too, if you get what I’m sayin’.
I look at Harmony from the corner from my eyes as she’s off runnin’ her mouth again. Didn’t I just say what we were gonna do? Though vampire’s had superior hearing and all that shit. Mean, Angel and Spike sure do. Unless she’s hidin’ something and playin’ dumb. Not that this would take much, but her doin’ it deliberately? Kinda suspicious, yeah? “That’s what I just said,” I sigh, eyeing the numbers fly by. Though this elevator was faster.
The damn thing finally arrives and just as I’m ‘bout to step out, Harm is ramblin’ again. I step out of the thing, holding it open and staring at her. You can tell she don’t need to breath. Wonder if she was able to do that before she was turned, something tells me that, yeah, she could. “Kinda lost my appetite, Harmony,” I sigh, shakin’ my head at her. “Maybe *after* we checked Angel’s permanent pest is where he should be.” Yankin’ her out of the elevator, I start toward where we’re holding said pest.
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"Angel!" I holler. I spare a glance at Eve, who puts her hands over her ears like a little kid. Cursing under my breath, I turn my attention back to the footsteps getting closer to the cell. "Angel! Get your undead ass over here! I... we need your help."
Except it's not Angel. I plaster a devil-may-care grin on my face and wish like hell that I could take back those last couple sentences.
"Why, Charlie Gunn, look at you." Seeing him is like a punch in the gut. Does this mean I'm getting shipped back to the Holding Dimension? My gaze darts over to Harmony, who for some reason, looks ridiculously relieved. "About time someone came down for a visit. I wanna fill out a comment card about the service in this place."
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