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30 December 2007 @ 12:23 am
 
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"Nah, he'll be fine," I assure him, running my fingers through his hair. "He's Angel, he's the champion and all that crap. He'll be just great." Not sure whom I'm trying to convince here. Wes or myself, but I'm thinking I'm doing a pretty good job for myself. Not so sure about Wes, but he's our pro worrier.

Its when the door opens to reveal Angel standing there in all his brooding glory that I realize just how worried I was. I let out a relieved sigh and grin triumphantly at Wes. "See?" I tell him smugly, leaning in to kiss him gently before scooting out of bed. "Told you he'd be back soon."

As I walk over to the drawer, I give Angel a once over, making sure to cover up any worry that might be visible. Hey, I got a rep to uphold. I'm thinking sweet soft Cordy got out a bit to much this evening. Oh yeah, heads are gonna roll at this meeting. Okay, not at the meeting, cause we need the paying customer. And why am I at this drawer?

Oh yeah, getting boxers for Wes. Wes who, after uttering a breathy 'Angel', is still staring at our vampire like he's either the second coming, or in so much trouble for running out. You never know with these two. I swear, they can like hold a five hour convo in three seconds with just their eyes. It's creepy and cute at the same time. Wish I could do that with them, but it's an Angel - Wes thing I guess.

"I was just gonna get Wes some clothes, cause I told him you weren't so keen on him going to this meeting in the buff," I inform Angel casually, lips twitching into a smile when I see Wes scowl at me again. Yeah, he'll be okay.

Eventually.

Now if only I could say the same for Angel. Or me. Ugh.
 
 
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Cordelia Chasequeen_cordette on January 20th, 2008 12:55 pm (UTC)
Wes being his overly polite self? Check. Angel being his overly brooding self? Check. At least he's not looming over our new client. I woulda kicked his ass if he'd done that. Half the time he doesn't even know he's doing the looming thing, I know, but people get scared! And what we don't need is a scared customer who's obviously loaded and willing to play!

Hello? We need the money. And the vacation. We so need the vacation.

"That's what we're here for," I tell mister un-pronounceable name guy, bright smile still in place. Not even the headache and the exhaustion I feel is gonna be taking that smile away. "We help the helpless. That's us."

Un-pronounceable name guy nods and looks a little more relieved. "That is me," he agrees ruefully, "helpless. None have been able to," he sighed, nodding his thanks when Lorne comes to bring the drinks.

Himself? Lorne himself binging the drinks? Okay, that makes me take a good look at un-pronounceable name guy again. Kinda on the small side, looks boring and drab, can pass as a human. Dweeb of a human but... Aha! David Nabbit like kinda. He's so loaded.

"Just talk to Mister Wyndam-Pryce here," I tell the guy - demon - demon guy, "he's totally our expert on all things ghosty. If he can't help you no one can!" A little over exaggerating always works wonders. Besides, it's true. If Wes don't know it? No one does. So there.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes bookswatcher_pryce on January 20th, 2008 12:56 pm (UTC)
"Cordelia," I murmur, feeling myself blush a bright red. Pulling on the collar of my shirt, I clear my throat and tentatively glance over at Angel. Wanting to see if he thinks the same or if he's still being skeptical. If he is then it's probably about my being able to get rid of these phenomenon's at that resort as well no doubt.

"There are three," the Kamica demon starts to tell, leaning in closer after Lorne brought our drinks.

"Yes... Oh, thank you Lorne." Nodding encouragingly at the Kamica demon, I pull out my note pad and pencil. He's still whispering his story, the fear obviously in the tone of his voice as well as the annoyance.

Pushing up my glasses I keep nodding, humming whenever he pauses to indicate that - yes, I'm still listening - while I scribble down anything I think might be relevant. I don't realize he'd done for some time until I look up and see three faces staring at me.

"And?" the Kamica demon asks after some nervous fidgeting from both of us. "Can you help?"

"Well," I murmur, picking up my glass of whiskey and taking a sip. "It'll be a bit difficult but-- and I'll have to do some research of course and-and it wont be uhm-- I'll need both of my associates too, you understand."

I'm babbling. Wonderful. It sounds like a relevant simple case of exorcism, except that I think these three ghosts are bound. I *could* do it alone, but there's no bloody way I'm going anywhere without Angel and Cordelia. "And it's going to take a bit of time as well, you realize. Several rituals and-and things. Uhm.... Angel what do you think?"