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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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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.