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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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Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 22nd, 2008 03:19 am (UTC)
I can just see the wheels turning in Cordelia's head as she calculates how much this guy is worth, and what percentage of that we should be having for this job.

There's a small smile forming on my lips at that thought but I quickly smooth it away when the client looks at me again as if thinking I'll be the one to reassure him that Cordy's telling the truth. We do help the hopeless. And the helpless. But- Anyway. I give him a bit of a nod and then Cordy lays it on thick, parading our demon expert extraordinaire, a bit like he's a show pony and I can't help feeling that small smirk again when Wes blushes.

God, he's attractive when he blushes. Probably just a me thing, but hey, vampires like blood. Can't help it. I also can't help but be charmed by all-business Wes. See now this is how we get the customers. Cordelia is the shiny bauble that draws them in and Wes is soft, secure blanket that they want to cling to. Me, I'm just the guy in the shadows.

So I absolutely give Wes the go-ahead nod, mostly because I do want to hear what he has to say. If he thinks it's not do-able then he'll say so. He's not one to lead a client, or Cordy and I, on.

Now would be one of those times I want to touch Wes in public. Just a hand on the shoulder to get that babbling under control. As adorable as I find it, I know it embarrasses him. But no can do. The hand on his shoulder would probably embarrass him more and lead to stuttering or speechlessness.

"I think that if we do this, we do this our way, with no interference from any of your people, Mr. Makulakikulaikekeke. And we have access wherever we need access." I don't like surprises. And I'm not wearing a Hawaiian shirt. "Whatever Mr. Wyndham-Pryce says, goes," I add for good measure. "What do you say, Mr. Makulakikulaikekeke?"

Cordy really better negotiate for this guy paying for the supplies too. I am so not buying any more of that Gak demon bile for $25 a bottle when we only use it once or twice and it goes bad in a month. If this guy's as helpless as he seems, then he'll help us do the best job that we can.
Cordelia Chase: Eyebrowraisequeen_cordette on January 22nd, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
You know? I get the feeling that Wes coulda probably be doing this job alone? Just do some magical mumbo jumbo stuff, do something showy and shiny and he'll be done. Not that I *really* know that, but I've seen Giles and Wes both do the ghost-be-gone thing and it doesn't usually take that long. Doesn't take much with the assisting either. And yet, he goes out of his way to make sure that Angel and me come along, that demon guy knows it'll take some time *and* that there will be like several rituals.

That's gonna cost demon guy. I'm so proud, I trained him great! Wes, I mean. If it were just him and Angel? I'm sure he woulda written out the ritual for demon guy here and gave him the address to some witch doctor he knows from so and so and heard was good and blah blah blah. Which would be good, cause no one is as good as Wes. I mean, even Giles calls for translations and stuff! Yeah, okay, once, but still.

And Wes is babbling. I smile brightly at demon guy and reach out to put my hand over Wes. He's even doing the tapping his feet under the table thing. Not as steady after what happened this evening as he'd like us and himself to believe I guess. My hand moves to his leg instead, putting it on Wes' knee and squeezing it a bit. The smile toward mister demon never leaves my face though.

"What Mister Angel is saying," I translate, cause he's being his demanding, broody, looming self again. Well, that and the fact that Hawaiian demon guy is looking at him with wide eyed confusion. "That we'll take the case. Now..."

I lean in, grab Wes notepad and flip the pages so *his* notes don't get in the way of mine. Besides, Wes seems to always freak out when I write on something he's written on. Sheesh. "Lets talk about our fee, the expenses, the accommodation, when we'll be going..." For a start. I intent to get as much out of this deal as I can! We earned it, all three of us. And I can't help but smile over at Angel a bit for going along with us on this Hawaii deal.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Glasses Curiouswatcher_pryce on January 22nd, 2008 05:35 am (UTC)
The babbling makes me nervous, and I usually only babble when I'm nervous. Lovely vicious circle if you will. The crowd in here however is making me nervous. After what happened this evening I still feel naked and vulnerable in a way I've never felt before. What I'd like to do is make sure both Angel and Cordelia are close by, keep an eye on them...touch them to make sure. Which is why I'm getting a little agitated when I can't touch Angel, people would notice. And I'm to afraid to touch Cordelia... Angel might notice. Would he be jealous?

Cordelia doesn't seem to care and I try not to let a too relieved sigh out when I feel her hand on my knee. It calms me down in a way I hadn't thought possible only a few days ago. What also calms me down is the way Angel talks about me. As though I'm the expert around here, or even worse, the boss of our whole operation. Of course I'm not, Angel is by name. Cordelia is probably when it comes to everything else, what with her nose for business. She gets the money in, ensures us all staying alive. Or none-alive, whichever.

"Everything of course will be paid for," Mister Makulakikulaikekeke assures us when Cordelia is grabbing my note pad to start the negotiations.

She doesn't need me for that, nor Angel I'm guessing. So I tune them out and reach for my drink, still feeling my body shake a bit. Belated reaction probably, my analytical mind tells me. Nothing to worry about. All you did was tell Angel and Cordelia the sorry story of your life, including all the sordid details and that... I cannot believe I did that. I cannot believe they haven't kicked me out, or ran away, or look at me with disgust.

I barely notice it until it's almost to late that Mister Makulakikulaikekeke has gotten up and is holding out his hand. Quickly getting myself, I plaster a hopefully reassuring smile on my face and reach out to shake his hand.

"I will see you soon, Mister Wyndam-Pryce," he tells me seriously, "with your expertise I'm sure the problem will be solved within no time. My life and the existence of my resort depends on it."

Oh. Wonderful. So there's no pressure or anything. "Ah... Yes," I murmur, having no real idea how to reach to that. So instead I nod, let Cordelia do the fast talking while she walked him over to...wherever they're going. I hope she wont be gone to long, I need her within eyesight. I need to keep an eye on her. Angel's not leaving to is he?

"Where are they going?" I ask, sitting down and unconsciously scooting over and closer to Angel.
Keep Me: ang curious_keep_me on January 24th, 2008 05:09 am (UTC)
You know, this whole Hawaii thing might be worth it just for that tiny little smile of thanks from Cordelia. Okay, so really it was a smile of approval, but at least it wasn't a smug smile, or a self-righteous smile. She actually kind of seemed proud or pleased that I was going along with this crazy scheme.

And it's definitely kind of a scheme. Wes could probably have told the guy over the phone how to do it and what they'd need. But he worked it so that we're all involved and so that we'll get to stay a little while. I'm going to pretend that we need to go just to make sure it gets done right and that nobody else gets hurt. It makes me feel better to think of it that way anyway. Still not really comfortable taking payment for things. It's just not... It's not what heroes do. Unless, of course, they have human employees who need to be paid so they can be housed and fed. Guess it kind of cuts down on costs now though when you're all living together. Or will be if we ever get Wes to give up his place.

I shake Mr. M's hand as he gets up with Cordelia to talk shop. I'm guessing she's going to be talking accommodations and airfare, etc.

Sitting back down, I notice Wes is a lot closer than before, and I subtly slip my hand over his knee under the table, giving it a comforting rub. "Hmm?" I say looking at him and then realizing there was a question. "To seal the deal?" I say, shrugging and continuing to lightly rub his knee. "She'll be right back," I add when I realize Wes may be uncomfortable without the both of us around, just like he looked when I came back to the apartment before.

"Looking forward to Hawaii?" I ask him, my thumb moving idly in small circles.
Cordelia Chase: Calm zenqueen_cordette on January 24th, 2008 03:08 pm (UTC)
This guy is easy. Or, you know, desperate. Wonder if there's more to these ghosts then he's telling? Or maybe doesn't know. Eh, I'm sure Wes'll figure it out when we get to Hawaii. I mean, one of those voodoo guys Mister un-pronounceable name has shoulda figured it out, so there's gotta be something more. Or they're just stupid amateurs. Which we're so totally not. We got Angel to hit things, Wes to figure things out and be with the magic and me to... See things and keep my boys safe.

Yeah, like I actually can. But I'm gonna damn well try my best.

Anyway, after saying goodbye to our client who was fast to get outta here, I can't help but grin. That was kinda easy! I was expecting Angel to put up more of a fight, what with the way he was totally against anything I said. But he didn't, so maybe he's finally seeing that what this crew needs? Is a vacation! To Hawaii! Yeah, I love Hawaii, I missed those luxury resorts we used to stay when I was a kid. Daddy really shouldn't have messed with his taxes.

Folding up the note carefully, signed and sealed so to speak, I put it in my purse and walk back to the table. Where Wes is looking a bit anxious and Angel's trying to look comfortable. Which he doesn't do very well with anyone. Except Wes it seems. And me, I feel kinda better when Angel's around. He's our anchor right now, after everything that happened. All those people, so helpless and we can't help them all

Shaking of those visions that still haunt me sometimes at night, I put my brightest smile on and slip back in the booth. Yeah, I notice where Angel's hand is, I know no one else is cause no one's paying attention. But if I were to? Wes would do this squirmy proper thing and that would hurt Angel. So I'm ignoring it.

"All arranged," I grin at them, "We're flying over tomorrow night. Hawaii is really close by, gonna be a short flight."
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: brown sweater looking down smile S2/3watcher_pryce on January 24th, 2008 03:09 pm (UTC)
I don't like it when both of them aren't here. Just like I didn't like it when Angel wasn't there when I woke up. Oh I understand where he was and what he was doing. I'm not a complete naive idiot, not anymore. But when I can't have both of them in my line of vision, making sure they're alright Making sure they're still here it makes me uneasy.

"Oh..." I mutter at Angel's reply, feeling sort of stupid. Of course that's where she went, I should've known that. Taking a deep breath, I let it out in a long sigh as I twirl my glass of whiskey around between my fingers. One sip gets taken, and another before I have to force myself to put it down. Draining the glass in one go isn't going to solve anything. And getting drunk isn't going to make me feel better in the long run. They're still here, there's still with me and I should get rid of the idea that they'll leave me. But doesn't everyone?

Angel's hand on my leg prevents it from bouncing up and down in an equally nervous way as I glance in the direction Cordelia had vanished. Still no sight of her, she should be right back though. Right back. Should she even be out there alone? Alright, now you're getting hysterical, Pryce. This is a none violent bar and Cordelia *can* take care of herself, remember?

"What?" This time it's my turn to almost miss the question. My head wipes around to stare at Angel confused until I realize he asked about Hawaii. "Oh, Well... I think so. It's-it's a job of course," I nod, trying not to give in to this un-comfortable feeling I have. They should both be here. I want them both in my line of vision, want to make sure they're both alright.

"I-I hear it's a beautiful place though," I add, trying to sound more enthusiastic. Which I am, getting away from Los Angeles seems like the thing to do right now. If only, I realize when Cordelia comes back and announced we'll be leaving tomorrow... it didn't involve flying. Flying. Yes, point out that you're afraid of flying and look even more pitiful in their eyes, Pryce. Nice going.

"T-tomorrow?" I ask, and that certainly wasn't a squeak. I drop one hand on Angel's and reach out for Cordelia's with the other. "So no-no boats going there then?"
Keep Me: ang sad_keep_me on January 25th, 2008 03:41 am (UTC)
Hmm, he doesn't sound all that enthusiastic, but that might have something to do with how distracted and anxious he sounds. I'm wondering if we need to get him back home, right now. Maybe the crowd is getting to him? Or maybe it's my hand on his knee? But he doesn't even seem to register that really.

Cordelia strides back oh-so-confidently and drops the bomb of our departure time on us. That's not enough time! I'm sure we're going to have to make special arrangements for me. It's gotta be like five hours from here to the islands. No way we're going to be able to avoid all sun, I bet. But-

Oh my- Crap. My eyes flicker to Cordy's for a split second of horror over Wes' head. He can't swim *and* he's not a fan (at the very least) of planes? Was this the wrong trip ever for Wes. Hawaii is all about the swimming and the water. And Cordy still wants to go? My instincts were right, we shouldn't be going. This is completely the wrong trip for Wes.

"We don't have to go, Wes," I reassure him when I feel his hand clamp over mine, and feel his heart literally racing. "You know that, right?" I say, looking at Cordelia with a concerned look. I know she wouldn't be happy about that, but I think we'd both agree that if it bothered Wes enough that we'd put him first. I turn my hand over and squeeze his back under the table.

Plus, the last thing I want to do right now is force Wes into anything. Even the thought of forcing Wes makes my stomach turn.
Cordelia Chase: Moi?queen_cordette on January 25th, 2008 05:20 am (UTC)
"Yep, tomorrow. No time wastage, not like we got anything else to do." Well it's not. I mean, we could still be with the sick and lay about in bed all day, but that's not gonna make me feel any better. I doubt it'll make Wes feel better. Angel will probably feel better if we were to do that, if he could he'd tie us to the bed. And not for some fun times either. Sometimes I wonder about my guys.

Like Wes and his boat. Boat? What boat? "Do you know how long it'll take to get there with a boat?" I ask, clueless as to why he'd ask about stupid boats in the first place. Angel on the other hand seems to have come to some sorta confusion. "Besides, you can't swim and you wanna take the boat?" I mean, isn't he afraid of the water or something?

Color *me* confused. Especially when Angel goes on about *not* going if Wes doesn't want to. When did he say that? I knew it. I *knew* it! Angel's just taking any excuse not to go there. Geeze, is anything I say or do or just generally me ways not of the good? Is that it? What's his friggen problem? Getting kinda angry here now and as I glance past Wes to glare at Angel all I get is a look of concern.

"Okay," I say slowly, giving them both a bewildered look of complete confusion now, "What'd I miss? I get the feeling I missed something. What's up?" I'm asking mostly Angel, cause he seems to know what's up. I doubt Wes'll tell us anything right after he poured his heart out. Yeah, I know that doesn't make sense to most people, but that's our Wes for ya.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes glasses looking down S2watcher_pryce on January 25th, 2008 05:21 am (UTC)
"Just because I can't swim doesn't mean I'm afraid of water, Cordelia," I point out, getting a bit testy. It hadn't been the idea for either of them to notice anything. At least Cordelia's still stuck on the water and the idea that if one can't swim one is afraid of water. Angel on the other hand is far to observant for my good. Gets straight to the point, even if he's not saying it out loud.

Taking a deep breath, I press my lips together and hold it in while I count to ten in Sumerian. This is exactly what I didn't want them to do. Notice. Notice that I'm afraid. Of yet another thing. They're going to think I'm to much of a hassle. They're going to think I'm sort of weak, pathetic creature who should be let down slowly and painless. They're going to want to... I'm not, I'm not weak, or pathetic, or-or a hassle. I'm not!

"I want to bloody well go to Hawaii," I say, probably a little more forceful then I had meant it to sound. I glance over at Angel and Chen at Cordelia when she blurts out her confusion. Thank you, do you think you could say that any louder, Cordy? Good bloody god. As I get up I grab my whiskey and knock it down in one gulp. Doesn't make me feel better, maybe I'll need a little bit more. And since I'm up, I might as well get some.

"Nothing's wrong," I almost growl, feeling a blush of shame flush my face and neck. "Everything's fine, we're going to Hawaii, solve the case and have a wonderful time while we're at it. It'll be lovely." If, I think as I slink past Angel to get to the bar, I ever get on the plane in one piece. If I managed to survive the flight from London to here, then I can damn well do the same for the short flight from Los Angeles to Hawaii.

"I'm going to get something more to drink, anyone else want something?"
Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 27th, 2008 12:40 am (UTC)
Oh, great. Just great. Good one, Cordy. Because blurting out something Wes doesn't even want *me* to know in the middle of a crowded bar is going to go over so well.

I blink. Okay, Wes completely didn't notice that slip. He must really be worried about this plane or flying thing whatever it is that he's so afraid of his heart nearly burst out of his chest when Cordy mentioned it.

I'm so baffled by it that I just let Wes slip by. Maybe a drink *will* calm him down. Not that traveling with a hangover is fun, but... He's obviously not going to talk to us about this. At least not here. I see Lorne making a bee-line for the bar and Wes so maybe - they're friends and all, right? - he'll calm him down a little while I take a shot at calming Cordy down who's looking at me like she'd love to kill me right about now.

Once I think he's out of earshot, I motion Cordy closer. "I think he's got a thing about planes or flying. You should have heard his heartbeat. Terror," I say, giving her a look that say, 'no I was not trying to foil your plans.'

"So any better ideas than flying?" I ask her, slouching back in my chair hopelessly. "You couldn't have wanted to take a roadtrip to the mountains?" I grouse, but without heat. "And you know we're going to have to get me in the baggage compartment somehow if we do convince him to fly," I point out, feeling all kinds of uncomfortable at the idea that I got railroaded into this.

Snagging her pink drink I drain the last of it, and look over at Cordy. Of all the ways this night could have gone, this is not one of them I expected.
Cordelia Chase: Eyebrowraisequeen_cordette on January 27th, 2008 12:08 pm (UTC)
Huh? Okay. I so had enough of this shit. Take a road trip to the mountains. What's his friggen problem! And what's this obsession he seems to have with the baggage traveling? Doesn't he think I'd take care of him? Doesn't he think I would have said we're leaving tomorrow if I hadn't made all the arrangement? I've so had enough of him and the way he's been toward me.

"What is it with you and flying in the baggage compartment?" I ask, my voice dropping dangerously low. "It's a five fucking hour flight, Angel. You afraid the sun will suddenly change his mind and show up just to taunt you?" Cause hey, everything always is about Angel isn't it? Yeah, always about Angel!

"I woulda planned the trip so it would be just the right time for you and your 'sun allergy'. But hey... You know demon resort guy? Caters demons too? I said that right? He has a little air-plane he uses to get them to the resort without much fuss. We're gonna be on that plane tomorrow so if you could drop the grouchy act? Yeah? That'd be great."

Oh screw this, I know what this is all about. I'm not stupid. He's been snipping at me, and grousing at me, and-and putting down *everything* I say while making with the goo-goo eyes at Wes. What? You think I'm stupid? "You know what, Angel? Forget it. You've been snipping and being a total bitch at everything I say for a while now and I've had it. You wanted to be with just Wes? You shoulda said so and that was *my* pink drink asshole!"

Ugh! Grabbing my purse I quickly get up from the seat, heels clicking loudly on the floor as I make my way over the door. My eyes are stinging but I quickly swallow down any kinda tears threatening to want out. Cordelia Chase does not cry. Ever. Not about shit like this. But it hurts. It hurts to think that Angel doesn't like me, or even love me, and think I wouldn't take care of him.

Baggage compartment. Pffft. Well, I found a way for him, now I just have to figure out a way for Wes to get on that damn plane. And pack. See? Too busy to worry about this crap. He doesn't want me, he only wants Wes. But I love both. What am I gonna do?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes surprise S2watcher_pryce on January 27th, 2008 12:09 pm (UTC)
"Sweet pea what's..."

"Please, Lorne. Not now," I sigh as I approach the bar. Just one drink isn't going to hurt. One drink, I've no intention of getting drunk. and quite possibly I sounded a bit more angry toward Lorne then I meant to, since he's giving me that look again.

"Trouble in paradise already cupcake?" he muses, leaning on the bar with one elbow. "Not that *you* know of yet," he muttered.

I give him a puzzled look, a frown forming on my face. "What do you mean?" I ask, just as I hear Cordelia's raised voice. Now, hearing Cordelia raise her voice isn't abnormal. It is abnormal when I've just left her with the idea that we're going to Hawaii, for a vacation and she not one, but two men who treat her like a princess. Most of the time. So what could possibly raise her voice?

Confused, I glance over at our table, my hands still trembling with the idea of going on a plane. But when I see the anger and *hurt* on Cordelia's face when she gets up, they're trembling for a whole different reason. Especially when I see the look on Angel's face.

"What just happened?" I whisper to no one in particular as Cordelia literally stomps toward the exit. I'm halfway moving to follow her, while my other half wants to rush over toward Angel. As it is, I'm standing in the middle, gaping, looking desperately from Angel to Cordelia.

I don't want to leave Angel sitting there. But the idea of Cordelia going out there alone is frightening to say the least. I want them both near, I want them both were I can see them. And now I can't, and that's not good. I can feel myself panicking, and quickly push it down. I need to take care of Angel and Cordy first, then I can worry about myself. Maybe.

"Angel?" I murmur, knowing his vampire hearing can pick that up as I jerk my head toward an exiting Cordelia.