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[wickedslayer]

Days had been quiet at the Hyperion, with everybody pretty much doin' their thing. Soul Boy had himself locked up in his office, with Cordelia reminding me and probably him every five minutes that he was brooding again. I had a feelin' Angel was feelin' all guilty cause his best pal Doyle up and died on him. Hey, life was a bitch that way and Angel

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[wickedslayer]

I held on tightly to Wesley as he expertly weaved around curves and in and out of traffic. Where'd he learn to ride a bike like such a badass anyway? And what the fuck was Wussley doin' with a motorcycle. Totally not keeping with his image. He should drive like a Lincoln Towncar or something. Naw, that was way too classy. Hmmm. Maybe a Jeek Cherokee? This was the last thing I expected Wes to be ridin' around on but I wasn't gonna complain...even if I had to wear the stupid pink helmet. Dude, no wonder Wes never got laid if he lived his life like this. So close to bein' a badass but the total nerd just ended up shinin' right through. Not to mention the condescending prick part of his personality but hey, who's countin', right? I was mostly just glad that he actually let me tag along without too much of a fight. Maybe it was because he knew that no matter how hard he fought it, I was always gonna win. If I had to drag his ass back in the house and hogtie him til Cordy came home I'd do just that

[wickedslayer]

I was about to remind him that he hadn't really told me jack last time around but for the time bein' all my senses were perked up and I was ready for a smackdown. Pickin' a snark battle with Wes wasn't really high on my list of priorites. Actually I wasn't sure what my priorities were anymore. It used to be wicked easy