“Did you see that smile?” Cordelia squawks. ‘That ‘oh you poor little lamb let the wolf take care of you, you silly innocent child,’ kinda smile?” She shivers, glaring at Hamilton.
“You kinda lost me with the ‘oh,” Lilah quirks, “But yeah he’s doing the looking down on you mere meager human, thing. He and blue should get along just great.”
That makes me pause again. He and Illyria should get along? Maybe she can distract him. It would just be a matter on who got bored first I’m guessing. Maybe they can spar a few rounds in the training room and give Spike and I a rest. But they are right though. I don’t like being talked to as though I were nothing but a mere child.
“I’m not a child, you realize,” I say, leaning forward and away from his oh no so casual arm. “And I don’t appreciate being talked to as though I were one. If you cannot talk to me like a normal person then I’d rather you not talk at all. And *no*, I do not appreciate getting pounced upon either. “
“Uh huh,” Cordelia agrees, “Whatever happened to good old fashioned wooing? Flowers, chocolate, expensive jewelry that sort of things. Or whatever the equivalent is for guys. You like flowers though, don’t you, Wes?
What the hell does that have to do with anything?
"Is this the way you normally behave when your suits are questioned?"
"Yes, I had noticed," I say. "Of my select hobbies, pedophilia is not one."
Neither is turning each of Angel's groupies against me - not that any one of them is particularly for a representative of the Senior Partners. It isn't necessary that they be. But if I'd like to leave Pryce's office tonight without ensuring that he will dive for his side arm the next time I drop by for a visit, it would seem that I need to demonstrate a bit more tact.
"I apologize," I say politely. "For any discomfort I may have caused you. Chalk it up to being caught in the moment." I'm still smiling.
'Is this the way you normally behave when your suits are questioned?'
"I'm not often questioned, to be honest," I reply. That may be one reason I find Pryce so intriguing (at this moment, of course). I hadn't given it much thought. But I suppose there is something admirable about a rebellious spirit. It's fascinating to watch...
In the way that one might be fascinated to see an automobile try and beat a train across the train tracks.
"Is this the way you behave when you've been kissed, and don't care to admit that you in some way enjoyed it?"
“Oh, ha ha ha,” Cordelia snorts, “Pedophilia, that’s really *funny*! They didn’t think adding sense of humor would be good huh?”
Lilah shrugs and smirks at me. “I dunno. Wes doesn’t seem to have a problem with the pedophilia,” she pauses dramatically which makes me glare at her. “Oh wait, no. That’s *necrophilia!*” She laughs while Cordelia rolls her eyes.
This is great. I’m surrounded by the worlds greatest and worst comedy act. Could my life get any worse?
Hamilton is still talking, offering an insincere apology, because quite obviously he’s a person who’s used to getting what he wants whenever he wants. That’s interesting to know. The fact that he’s not all that likely to get this time, is probably the only reason he’s still around here, taunting and mocking me. Unless he grows bored, I have to wonder if he’ll just take what he wants then.
“Don’t assume to know what I like and what I don’t like, you arrogant wanker,” I tell him, sliding away from him some more to the other side of the sofa. “You’re really used to getting what you want without anyone saying no, aren’t you? It annoys you that I don’t throw myself at you in complete lust just because you happened to have kissed me. Well, to tell the truth, I’ve had far, far better, thank you.”
“You certainly seemed to enjoy Angel’s,” Lilah is happy to point out.
“Gotta admit,” Cordelia shrugs, “Hamilton lips, pretty good to. Not that I was thinking of him kissing me. Nuh uh, no way. I’m *so* not into the necrophilia.”
“At your age that would be pedophilia, kiddo,” Lilah smirks earning her the glare of death from Cordelia. Which is useless, since they’re both already dead.
"I'm used to getting what I ask for, yes," I tell Pryce. I carry out the requests of the Senior Partners, and They are quite used to getting what they want.
Pryce slides a little further down the sofa.
I grin. "No throwing of yourself is necessary," I say. "However, it might be nice if you didn't glare at me afterward as though you'd already been thrown to the wolves."
I run a hand down the front of my suit coat, straightening the fabric.
"And far, far better, hmm?" I continue. "If you were a lady, Wesley, I'd say you doth protest too much. But there's little chance of making that mistake. And I'm open to any pointers you might like to give."
“There’s a surprise,” Cordelia snorts. “Such a bully. I’ll bet you ten bucks he was going ‘I want! I want! In his teeny tiny little petrie dish.”
Lilah chuckles, giving Cordy an appreciative glance. “Now that was actually funny.”
I just keep looking at the aforementioned big bully on the other side of the sofa. He’s grinning now and it makes me shiver. I’m not entirely sure if that’s a bad or a good shiver, which is rather disconcerting on it’s own. “After what? And you *did* throw me in front of the wolves.”
Intensifying my glare since apparently he noticed *that* much, I narrow my eyes at him. I watch as he runs a broad hand over his chest in the pretence of straightening his tie. And he’s still talking. Why is he still talking?
“Oh that was so an insult! He just called you a Girl!” Cordelia is quick to point out. “Yeah sure I said that like a lot. And there was the screaming like a girl stage and the whole no clothes an actual man would wear.” She gives me a sidelong glance and wrinkles her nose. “Always knew you were kinda gay. Anyway, no reason to call you a girl.”
“Definitely not a girl,” Lilah purrs on my right. “Got proof of that. In Technicolor and dolby surround sound. Which he doesn’t so how would he know? Been watching you in the shower? Naughty boy.”
“Ewww! So not with the need to know! Wait, showers? They got showers here? And yeah, how does he know there’s ‘little chance’ in mistaking you for a girl?”
Good question, I suppose, but at the moment I’ve had quite enough. “Don’t you have better things to do then sit here and insult me? Because I certainly have better things to do then to listen to them.” I ask. “And yes, before you throw yourself into more wordless platitudes, that *was* very much an insult. The kissing was your doing and yours alone. *I* merely pointed that your *skin* was made from a fine Armani suit. Something you have yet to dispel, I may add.”
“...you *did* throw me in front of the wolves,” he tosses back at me, and I raise a brow.
"Did I?" I ask.
Pryce glares and fidgets in agitation, questioning whether I have "anything better to do". Undoubtedly. But I ignore the question for the moment, and instead say, "Actually, no insult was intended. But I suppose there's little wonder you're sensitive to being compared to a female, in any form or fashion. After working with Angel for as long as you have."
Before he can misinterpret that, I explain, "Seems to me that when Angel isn't treating you like the little woman, he's trying to play the knight to your damsel in distress." Running to the rescue when Pryce is communing with the local plantlife; keeping Pryce hidden away in his office when he isn't - the corporate version of the dutiful housewife, barefoot in the kitchen. Minus the kitchen, obviously.
I thought we could finish this thread first, that way if the others want some "screentime" with Wes or Hamilton, we're ready to go :p I'll make that post though. strangecreature has already said she definitely wants in.
I just noticed that it's been over more then a year. Hahah! Wow.
I think you'd best post in the OOC first and then let eveyone say if they a) Want to join in again and b) We need to know everyone is and c) how to go from there. I'll probably need to re-read a few threads to see what was going on again myself, for example.
Hey :) I posted - looks like everybody's still on board - after a year! :p Gah, I didn't even realize it had been so long! Yeah, I'm going to make a post in the OOC about where the story is so far/ideas for where to go/ etc.
“You kinda lost me with the ‘oh,” Lilah quirks, “But yeah he’s doing the looking down on you mere meager human, thing. He and blue should get along just great.”
That makes me pause again. He and Illyria should get along? Maybe she can distract him. It would just be a matter on who got bored first I’m guessing. Maybe they can spar a few rounds in the training room and give Spike and I a rest. But they are right though. I don’t like being talked to as though I were nothing but a mere child.
“I’m not a child, you realize,” I say, leaning forward and away from his oh no so casual arm. “And I don’t appreciate being talked to as though I were one. If you cannot talk to me like a normal person then I’d rather you not talk at all. And *no*, I do not appreciate getting pounced upon either. “
“Uh huh,” Cordelia agrees, “Whatever happened to good old fashioned wooing? Flowers, chocolate, expensive jewelry that sort of things. Or whatever the equivalent is for guys. You like flowers though, don’t you, Wes?
What the hell does that have to do with anything?
"Is this the way you normally behave when your suits are questioned?"
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"Yes, I had noticed," I say. "Of my select hobbies, pedophilia is not one."
Neither is turning each of Angel's groupies against me - not that any one of them is particularly for a representative of the Senior Partners. It isn't necessary that they be. But if I'd like to leave Pryce's office tonight without ensuring that he will dive for his side arm the next time I drop by for a visit, it would seem that I need to demonstrate a bit more tact.
"I apologize," I say politely. "For any discomfort I may have caused you. Chalk it up to being caught in the moment." I'm still smiling.
'Is this the way you normally behave when your suits are questioned?'
"I'm not often questioned, to be honest," I reply. That may be one reason I find Pryce so intriguing (at this moment, of course). I hadn't given it much thought. But I suppose there is something admirable about a rebellious spirit. It's fascinating to watch...
In the way that one might be fascinated to see an automobile try and beat a train across the train tracks.
"Is this the way you behave when you've been kissed, and don't care to admit that you in some way enjoyed it?"
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Lilah shrugs and smirks at me. “I dunno. Wes doesn’t seem to have a problem with the pedophilia,” she pauses dramatically which makes me glare at her. “Oh wait, no. That’s *necrophilia!*” She laughs while Cordelia rolls her eyes.
This is great. I’m surrounded by the worlds greatest and worst comedy act. Could my life get any worse?
Hamilton is still talking, offering an insincere apology, because quite obviously he’s a person who’s used to getting what he wants whenever he wants. That’s interesting to know. The fact that he’s not all that likely to get this time, is probably the only reason he’s still around here, taunting and mocking me. Unless he grows bored, I have to wonder if he’ll just take what he wants then.
“Don’t assume to know what I like and what I don’t like, you arrogant wanker,” I tell him, sliding away from him some more to the other side of the sofa. “You’re really used to getting what you want without anyone saying no, aren’t you? It annoys you that I don’t throw myself at you in complete lust just because you happened to have kissed me. Well, to tell the truth, I’ve had far, far better, thank you.”
“You certainly seemed to enjoy Angel’s,” Lilah is happy to point out.
“Gotta admit,” Cordelia shrugs, “Hamilton lips, pretty good to. Not that I was thinking of him kissing me. Nuh uh, no way. I’m *so* not into the necrophilia.”
“At your age that would be pedophilia, kiddo,” Lilah smirks earning her the glare of death from Cordelia. Which is useless, since they’re both already dead.
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Pryce slides a little further down the sofa.
I grin. "No throwing of yourself is necessary," I say. "However, it might be nice if you didn't glare at me afterward as though you'd already been thrown to the wolves."
I run a hand down the front of my suit coat, straightening the fabric.
"And far, far better, hmm?" I continue. "If you were a lady, Wesley, I'd say you doth protest too much. But there's little chance of making that mistake. And I'm open to any pointers you might like to give."
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Lilah chuckles, giving Cordy an appreciative glance. “Now that was actually funny.”
I just keep looking at the aforementioned big bully on the other side of the sofa. He’s grinning now and it makes me shiver. I’m not entirely sure if that’s a bad or a good shiver, which is rather disconcerting on it’s own. “After what? And you *did* throw me in front of the wolves.”
Intensifying my glare since apparently he noticed *that* much, I narrow my eyes at him. I watch as he runs a broad hand over his chest in the pretence of straightening his tie. And he’s still talking. Why is he still talking?
“Oh that was so an insult! He just called you a Girl!” Cordelia is quick to point out. “Yeah sure I said that like a lot. And there was the screaming like a girl stage and the whole no clothes an actual man would wear.” She gives me a sidelong glance and wrinkles her nose. “Always knew you were kinda gay. Anyway, no reason to call you a girl.”
“Definitely not a girl,” Lilah purrs on my right. “Got proof of that. In Technicolor and dolby surround sound. Which he doesn’t so how would he know? Been watching you in the shower? Naughty boy.”
“Ewww! So not with the need to know! Wait, showers? They got showers here? And yeah, how does he know there’s ‘little chance’ in mistaking you for a girl?”
Good question, I suppose, but at the moment I’ve had quite enough. “Don’t you have better things to do then sit here and insult me? Because I certainly have better things to do then to listen to them.” I ask. “And yes, before you throw yourself into more wordless platitudes, that *was* very much an insult. The kissing was your doing and yours alone. *I* merely pointed that your *skin* was made from a fine Armani suit. Something you have yet to dispel, I may add.”
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"Did I?" I ask.
Pryce glares and fidgets in agitation, questioning whether I have "anything better to do". Undoubtedly. But I ignore the question for the moment, and instead say, "Actually, no insult was intended. But I suppose there's little wonder you're sensitive to being compared to a female, in any form or fashion. After working with Angel for as long as you have."
Before he can misinterpret that, I explain, "Seems to me that when Angel isn't treating you like the little woman, he's trying to play the knight to your damsel in distress." Running to the rescue when Pryce is communing with the local plantlife; keeping Pryce hidden away in his office when he isn't - the corporate version of the dutiful housewife, barefoot in the kitchen. Minus the kitchen, obviously.
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Errr... did you want me to tag back? Or did you want to post in the OOC first and see if the rest is ready for a re-start?
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I think you'd best post in the OOC first and then let eveyone say if they a) Want to join in again and b) We need to know everyone is and c) how to go from there. I'll probably need to re-read a few threads to see what was going on again myself, for example.
What do you think?
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