Buffy had run off to who the hell knew where which left me living alone in the beach house with Spike. I briefly contemplated either sleeping at the office, asking Dawn if I could stay with her and Lex or going back to the hotel tonight whether Fred liked it or not. But no, I was trying to tough it out at home with Spike. I didn't know when the beach house started to feel like home but it did and I wasn't going anywhere
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Before I knew it, the soddin' bitch had nicked my coat. MY COAT! And then she proceeded to pour nail polish on the prized leather! Tiltin' my head to the side, I breathed in, uneededly, then out before growlin' low in my throat.
What was she saying? What was SHE SAYING!?
Lookin' around the room, I grabbed a stack of junk mags and started tossin' them around the room, knockin' things over. Didn't quite care. I did NOT care. Not what Buffy said, or did, because from the way I see it, this bint had to go, mighty pronto.
"Thought that was funny, eh?" I grinned, the cruelist I could muster before tossin' more magazine's around.
"Best be out in five minutes, or I'll make it the worst week you've ever been through," I muttered and grabbed my jacket before goin' to the kitchen and tryin' to find a way to get it off without ruinin' the leather.
After my run in with Kennedy there wasn't much Spike could do to scare me. Piss me off? Sure. And could I just point that he started this? If he hadn't been in my room knocking things over and ruining my favorite sweater and demanding that I leave I wouldn't have had to pour nail polish all over his coat
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"YOU FUCKING SODDIN' BITCH!" I screamed and just watched her before I tackled her on the bed, pushing her over and getting back up and picking up the pieces of the cd. I wanted to kill her. Just hold her down and rip her skin open and drink whatever bitch blood she had in there. I was going to do it to. Oh yes I was. I was!
But, I didn't. I wasn't 'evil' anymore. But, I could be. And I was. I just ... didn't act on it and such.
Tossin' the pieces in the trash and looked over at her.
"Lucky for you, I have this soul ... whatever that means," I said through clenched teeth.
I grinned though and shrugged. I'd get her back. I'm thinkin' her car needed a nice little word all over it and my keys? Were goin' to give her that. But not now. I'd wait. Until she slept. On the passenger side so she couldn't see it until someone else saw it.
"My fault, Cordy ... shouldn't have started all of this mess," I said, finally. "Gonna get a drink and I'll clean whatever ..." I trailed off and waved my hand around.
I screamed when he tackled me onto the bed and pushed me off the edge of it. Oh my God, my hair was gonna be all messed up! Could he really piss me off anymore right now? I should mess up his hair and see how he liked it but I had the feeling this would just go on and on forever. Which was why it had to end...Spike admitting he was wrong.
And maybe a slap...across the face. The minute the red mark appeared on his cheek I shrugged a little bit. "Ok, let's go drink now." I nodded at him before moving past him and heading downstairs into the bar area. This place was freakin' huge so I didn't know why Spike wanted me to leave so badly. You'd think I was hard to live with or something. Hardly.
Reaching over to the bar I grabbed a bottle of something or other and took a long swig of it just as Spike came wandering down the stairs.
That's okay. Slap me now, I'll wank later, I thought and then followed her down the stairs. Her car was goin' to be lookin' quite spiffy come tomorrow. Now I was goin' to drink and play with the xbox for a few hours until I passed out. Tomorrow I'd wake up and do it all over again considerin' everyone was gone.
Rubbin' my cheek, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that was ... surprisingly full. Did Buffy go and get another bottle? Love that girl. Grabbin' some glasses, I poured her one, but she gave me a look. Oh, right. She's not Faith. Ah, well, I'll leave it here just in case. I poured myself a glass and threw it back before pouring myself another one.
"Heard from anyone yet?" I asked her and stood there, lookin' at her.
"If by anyone you mean Angel or Buffy then the answer is no." I answered him breezily as I picked the bottle up again. Eww. Maybe I should make myself a drink because drinking it straight was usually pretty gross and only reserved for times of great stress or just before some demon knocks me up with demon babies.
I narrowed my eyes at Spike. He better not knock me up with demon babies.
"They're only gone for a week. You can survive without Buffy one lousy week and this house is ridiculously huge so don't even tell me I need to leave again when we both know Buffy said I could stay here for as long as I want."
And frankly the more he told me to leave the more I wanted to stay and bug him. So there!
"I know I can survive ..." The question was, could she? I tossed back another shot and poured myself another. Rolling my eyes, I finally just raised my eyebrow and watched her. Did she just say what I thought she said? I could kick her out! If I called Buffy right now and told her I was kicking her out, Buffy would probably be glad!
"Are you listening to yourself? You think Buffy cares if I kick your sorry arse out? Since when did you two become friends?"
Yeah, answer that one.
I think Buffy's just been waitin' for me to kick her out. I'd be glad to do it ... I should call Buffy later.
"Are you listening to yourself? Who the hell do you think signs Buffy's check every week?" I asked him, eyebrow raised in a perfectly tweezed arch. Buffy and I might have our opinions on each other but the truth was, she wasn't totally horrible and annoying. If she were, I would have never hired her.
Life was different now and ugh. Did that make Buffy and Spike my new Angel and Doyle? I glanced down at the drink Spike was holding and decided that maybe that was true. Whatever. Doyle would have never tried to kick me out of his house!
"There's no way in hell Buffy is going to tell you to kick me out. And you know when she gets back home and goes to work I'll tell her about what a jerk you are and you'll be in big trouble, pal." I frowned as I poked him hard in the chest with my finger.
I didn't care who signed Buffy's checks. Just because Cordelia did, didn't mean that she could just come into MY household and demand certain things around here. Just havin' her here is stressful enough and she's only been friendly, once and that was when she first moved in. Didn't quite mind her, but when she talks and doesn't shut up? That's when there's a problem.
And she ate all the Fruity Pebbles.
Not that I'm bitter.
Raisin' my eyebrow, I just looked at her, quite amused at her little speech that she ended off with a poke to my chest.
"Are you flirting with me? Because you know, I am taken. Now, probably if you would have slapped me and poked on me a eh, a year, year and a half ago? I would have gone for it, but just because Buffy is out of the house, doesn't give you the right on trying to move in on her man. Vampire."
I just smiled and drank the rest of the liquid out of my glass before pourin' more.
I frowned and looked down at my finger poking into his chest when he asked me if I was flirting with him. What the... "Ew!" I exclaimed as I took my finger away. "You wish! And besides, I'm pretty sure everyone in LA knows you only go for the girls that can kick your ass if you don't do what they tell you to do." I gave him my best "so there" look as I took another drunk
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Oh, she was drunk. I wasn't quite feelin' it yet, but I knew I was goin' to. Sittin' here with her wasn't so bad. I guess I need alcohol to stand her but right now? She was outright hilarious and hey ... I was bored. Hoppin' up on the counter, I grinned at her as she went on and on talkin' about Buffy's sloppy seconds and what not
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"Are you dense or just plain retarded?" I asked him angrily. "Or did Buffy smack you in the head one too many times? Where the hell have you been?" I demanded angrily. God, I was gonna need a lot more alcohol for this discussion.
"I got over the thing with Angel a long time ago. Pay attention. Besides he's got the weird thing with Harry and Faith and well, I don't really wanna know. Connor and I were engaged. That is until he suddenly decided to kidnap Faith and run off to a hell dimension with her."
I smiled meanly at him. "And that was like two months ago. Needless to say? The wedding is off. Not that you were invited anyways."
"Maybe I just didn't care?" Which, really, I didn't, but the more she got mad, the more I missed Buffy. Alot. I just sat there and watched her while I drank every now and again while she ranted on about how clueless I was and how I wouldn't be invited to whatever the hell she was talking about anyway.
"Oh, right. I would never be invited to 'Connor's' wedding," I sighed with a roll of my eyes.
"Well, maybe I can go to his wedding in the future. You know, when he marries someone else. I'm sure it'll be the best damn day of his life, wouldn't you agree?"
Okay, so fine. Maybe he would have been invited to the wedding but only as Buffy's date. So there! And it didn't even matter anymore because there was no wedding. There was no anything. Not now. Not ever. Not that I was bitter or anything.
"He'll probably end up marrying Faith which means Angel will go psycho again. And I'm sure that'll be too bad for you because we all know how much you like getting Angel's sloppy seconds!" I yelled at him, my finger still pointing but not poking into his chest this time.
He really wanted to get slapped again, didn't he? Oh, he so did. Too bad the room was starting to spin which was going to make slapping him really hard.
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What was she saying? What was SHE SAYING!?
Lookin' around the room, I grabbed a stack of junk mags and started tossin' them around the room, knockin' things over. Didn't quite care. I did NOT care. Not what Buffy said, or did, because from the way I see it, this bint had to go, mighty pronto.
"Thought that was funny, eh?" I grinned, the cruelist I could muster before tossin' more magazine's around.
"Best be out in five minutes, or I'll make it the worst week you've ever been through," I muttered and grabbed my jacket before goin' to the kitchen and tryin' to find a way to get it off without ruinin' the leather.
Probably too late for that.
Bitch.
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But, I didn't. I wasn't 'evil' anymore. But, I could be. And I was. I just ... didn't act on it and such.
Tossin' the pieces in the trash and looked over at her.
"Lucky for you, I have this soul ... whatever that means," I said through clenched teeth.
I grinned though and shrugged. I'd get her back. I'm thinkin' her car needed a nice little word all over it and my keys? Were goin' to give her that. But not now. I'd wait. Until she slept. On the passenger side so she couldn't see it until someone else saw it.
"My fault, Cordy ... shouldn't have started all of this mess," I said, finally. "Gonna get a drink and I'll clean whatever ..." I trailed off and waved my hand around.
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And maybe a slap...across the face. The minute the red mark appeared on his cheek I shrugged a little bit. "Ok, let's go drink now." I nodded at him before moving past him and heading downstairs into the bar area. This place was freakin' huge so I didn't know why Spike wanted me to leave so badly. You'd think I was hard to live with or something. Hardly.
Reaching over to the bar I grabbed a bottle of something or other and took a long swig of it just as Spike came wandering down the stairs.
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Rubbin' my cheek, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that was ... surprisingly full. Did Buffy go and get another bottle? Love that girl. Grabbin' some glasses, I poured her one, but she gave me a look. Oh, right. She's not Faith. Ah, well, I'll leave it here just in case. I poured myself a glass and threw it back before pouring myself another one.
"Heard from anyone yet?" I asked her and stood there, lookin' at her.
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I narrowed my eyes at Spike. He better not knock me up with demon babies.
"They're only gone for a week. You can survive without Buffy one lousy week and this house is ridiculously huge so don't even tell me I need to leave again when we both know Buffy said I could stay here for as long as I want."
And frankly the more he told me to leave the more I wanted to stay and bug him. So there!
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"Are you listening to yourself? You think Buffy cares if I kick your sorry arse out? Since when did you two become friends?"
Yeah, answer that one.
I think Buffy's just been waitin' for me to kick her out. I'd be glad to do it ... I should call Buffy later.
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Life was different now and ugh. Did that make Buffy and Spike my new Angel and Doyle? I glanced down at the drink Spike was holding and decided that maybe that was true. Whatever. Doyle would have never tried to kick me out of his house!
"There's no way in hell Buffy is going to tell you to kick me out. And you know when she gets back home and goes to work I'll tell her about what a jerk you are and you'll be in big trouble, pal." I frowned as I poked him hard in the chest with my finger.
"What do you have to say about that?"
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And she ate all the Fruity Pebbles.
Not that I'm bitter.
Raisin' my eyebrow, I just looked at her, quite amused at her little speech that she ended off with a poke to my chest.
"Are you flirting with me? Because you know, I am taken. Now, probably if you would have slapped me and poked on me a eh, a year, year and a half ago? I would have gone for it, but just because Buffy is out of the house, doesn't give you the right on trying to move in on her man. Vampire."
I just smiled and drank the rest of the liquid out of my glass before pourin' more.
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"I got over the thing with Angel a long time ago. Pay attention. Besides he's got the weird thing with Harry and Faith and well, I don't really wanna know. Connor and I were engaged. That is until he suddenly decided to kidnap Faith and run off to a hell dimension with her."
I smiled meanly at him. "And that was like two months ago. Needless to say? The wedding is off. Not that you were invited anyways."
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"Oh, right. I would never be invited to 'Connor's' wedding," I sighed with a roll of my eyes.
"Well, maybe I can go to his wedding in the future. You know, when he marries someone else. I'm sure it'll be the best damn day of his life, wouldn't you agree?"
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"He'll probably end up marrying Faith which means Angel will go psycho again. And I'm sure that'll be too bad for you because we all know how much you like getting Angel's sloppy seconds!" I yelled at him, my finger still pointing but not poking into his chest this time.
He really wanted to get slapped again, didn't he? Oh, he so did. Too bad the room was starting to spin which was going to make slapping him really hard.
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