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[_wes_pryce_]

We had our meeting with Angel, Lilah and I. I'm still not sure what to think of that. Not sure what to think of Angel. Our friendship has shifted once again. It's going so fast that I just can't seem to keep up. All the memories inside my head collide and jumble and it's one big puzzle. I'm well aware that I'm not a hundred percent alright, as they

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[da_lilah]

Wesley seemed lost in thought as we made our way down to the armory to get him some new weapons. At least he wasn't randomly addressing people that only he could see. For the moment. But still, he was going to need to start focussing on the task at hand if we were going to prepare for the meeting later tonight.

"What?""I said we're here, you need to give the clerk your keypass, since it's a restricted area." Wesley looked at me blankly, and I realised that perhaps he didn't have one, or had misplaced his. "Never mind, let me handle this

[_wes_pryce_]

Card? What card? I had no idea what she was talking about. Did I even have such a card? Did I ever? Had they even bothered with a card or any codes and security passes?

"Of course not you stupid boy. That would take responsibility. And we all know how well you handle that, don't we? You're such a disappointment."Shut up. Growling inwardly, I take the time to calm down a bit while Lilah is on the phone. Leave it to her to get things arranged. And it hardly took her any time. She's still on top of everything and it didn't take long for us to be lead into the weapons arsenal. Arsenals I should say

[da_lilah]

"Hmmm, what? Marvelous piece of weaponry,"

It was as if nothing else existed in the room but the guns he was salivating over. I probably could have been standing there naked with a can of whipped cream in one hand, and a jar of cherries in the other, and still Wesley would've given the same distracted response.

"Are you going to pick it up and try it out, or just make love to it with your eyes?" I teased him as he leaned closer to inspect the particular shotgun that'd caught his eye.

"There's a shooting range through that side door. You could see how it handles, if it feels right in your grip." Okay was it me or was it getting a tad hotter in here? Maybe I was just making up for lost time, having been dead for a year and all. And hello, being in a room surrounded by rack after rack of the most blatant phallic symbols one could ever dream of, well...that could do it too.

[_wes_pryce_]

I glanced at Lilah over the gun and flashed her a grin. One did not mock the weaponry, especially not a fine gun like this one. I slid my hand over it slowly, feeling the smooth metal under my skin. Holding it closes to have a better look, I could tell this was made by a craftsman who'd taken his time, the details were remarkable. My hand slid down the two shots barrel, nearly caressing it as though it were a satin dress over a womans breast. Which of course made me look up at Lilah again