A faithless path I roam
Finally managed to get Mr. Gloomy to let me tag along with him on his death mission to get his eyeball back. I was missin' out on Vegas which kind've sucked but truth be told I didn't have no cash to spend in the City of Sin anyhow. Stickin' with Xander at least I could be sure he was footin' the bill on our little adventure. Hey, slaying don't exactly pay the bills and bein' a wanted fugitive made it hard to settle down and get a job like the regular folk. Besides, could you really see me waitin' on people as like a bank teller or something? Me pullin' a nine to five, now that shit's just funny. It wasn't just the cash that was keepin' me around though. Frankly? Got nothin' better to do and that was the truth. Not that I was bitter about the fact that B didn't even invite me on her little trip to Europe with the rest of the superbrats cause I wouldn't have gone anyway but it might've been nice if she'd asked. Course I guess gettin' me across the country'd take some doin' considering the whole fugitive deal.
Besides, Xander needed someone around to lighten the mood. Yeah, I got the memo that his main squeeze bit the big one back in Sunnydale but that didn't mean he had to take a cue from Soul Boy and make with the brooding. And yeah I was smart enough to never voice that particular sentiment outloud considering how Xan felt about Angel but still. I figured it was a valid point. Even if he wouldn't admit that I was brightening up his life a little bit he still had to give props where props were due. When you go see some ambiguious sounding shaman to get an eyeball back? You were probably gonna need a little slayer insurance. Not that Xander needed a bodyguard or a babysitter (cause let's face it I'm the last one to babysit) but havin' me around was just gonna make gettin' what he wanted that much easier.
It was a pretty short drive from L.A. to Vegas, only about five hours. Most of which time I spent chainsmoking and fiddling around with the radio, and Xander spent giving me 'looks' and doing that quiet broody thing again. I knew we were goin' to get his eyeball back but dude needed to chill the fuck out and fast. He was wound so tight I was gonna start callin' him Buffy if he didn't knock it off.
When we drove through Vegas my eyes lit up at the stretch of clubs and bars and casinos. Bright flashing lights and signs announcing the shows and the deals and shit. How had I never been to Vegas before? And I wasn't lyin' about that lapdance either. If we got his eye back he was gonna owe me one.
Guess Xander wasn't kiddin' when he said that this place he needed to go to was just outside of Vegas cause it wasn't hardly an hour later when we were pulled up in some big ass driveway. This was it? This was the place where some mystical spell person was supposed to do whatever it was that they did? In a house? Shouldn't they be in a cave or a temple or something? It'd make it more authentic. Just sayin'! I would've asked Xander but really? He seemed just as clueless as I was. When I tried to press him for details he just said it was someone that Anya had mentioned.
"Here's hopin' Anya and this guy were pals. Cause I didn't bring any weapons." I winked at Xander as we both got outta the car.
Besides, Xander needed someone around to lighten the mood. Yeah, I got the memo that his main squeeze bit the big one back in Sunnydale but that didn't mean he had to take a cue from Soul Boy and make with the brooding. And yeah I was smart enough to never voice that particular sentiment outloud considering how Xan felt about Angel but still. I figured it was a valid point. Even if he wouldn't admit that I was brightening up his life a little bit he still had to give props where props were due. When you go see some ambiguious sounding shaman to get an eyeball back? You were probably gonna need a little slayer insurance. Not that Xander needed a bodyguard or a babysitter (cause let's face it I'm the last one to babysit) but havin' me around was just gonna make gettin' what he wanted that much easier.
It was a pretty short drive from L.A. to Vegas, only about five hours. Most of which time I spent chainsmoking and fiddling around with the radio, and Xander spent giving me 'looks' and doing that quiet broody thing again. I knew we were goin' to get his eyeball back but dude needed to chill the fuck out and fast. He was wound so tight I was gonna start callin' him Buffy if he didn't knock it off.
When we drove through Vegas my eyes lit up at the stretch of clubs and bars and casinos. Bright flashing lights and signs announcing the shows and the deals and shit. How had I never been to Vegas before? And I wasn't lyin' about that lapdance either. If we got his eye back he was gonna owe me one.
Guess Xander wasn't kiddin' when he said that this place he needed to go to was just outside of Vegas cause it wasn't hardly an hour later when we were pulled up in some big ass driveway. This was it? This was the place where some mystical spell person was supposed to do whatever it was that they did? In a house? Shouldn't they be in a cave or a temple or something? It'd make it more authentic. Just sayin'! I would've asked Xander but really? He seemed just as clueless as I was. When I tried to press him for details he just said it was someone that Anya had mentioned.
"Here's hopin' Anya and this guy were pals. Cause I didn't bring any weapons." I winked at Xander as we both got outta the car.