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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.


Now if only I could say the same for Angel. Or me. Ugh.
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes smile green shirt S1/2watcher_pryce on January 12th, 2008 07:49 am (UTC)
"Oh, pity." I suppose he couldn't have gone everywhere, no matter how, erm, old he is. Then again, he's not done much since he came to America, the chronicles at the Watcher's Academy told us. When he got his soul back Angel stayed underground. I doubt he did much sniffing up culture and the likes at all. But Hawaii...it's beautiful there. The nature alone.

And flowers apparently. I smile over at Cordelia, suddenly realizing what's going on. She trying very hard to convince *me* that its great there and we really ought to accept this job and go there. Angel must've said no, or something close to it. That makes me glance over at Angel who indeed looks even more down then usual. Couldn't have anything to with what... No, can't be.

In either case, it seems I'm stuck in the middle again. Sighing, I drop my chin in my chest and listen to Cordelia tell us about Hawaii. She must've really liked it there whenever they went on vacation. We often forgot that Cordelia went from riches to rags, must not be easy on her. Especially with her love for...material things. Or horses. Why am I not surprised she had her own horse?

"I'm sure he's fine horse, love." Or was? No, not was. They probably took him away. If he were literally gone, Cordy would've been more devastated. "Hawaii sounds like a lovely place. Especially the exhibit." That *does* sound very exciting. I'm sure it'll be just as lovely in the moonlight. And they have a lot of beaches as well. They both seem to love that. Not to mention that the word 'vacation' has me oddly giddy. I've never been on a...a vacation. Doesn't that remind me of what I've just blathered out to them both. God.

"Here we are," I murmur when Caritas comes into sight. You wouldn't say it on the outside, but it really is one of the most popular places in Los Angeles. Not just for the demon population. And the no violence rule is a grand success. "Are we still on time?" I ask when I see Cordelia checking her watch as she gets out.
Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 13th, 2008 05:40 pm (UTC)
"They probably have horseback riding on the beach," I say quietly on my side of the car, trying, trying to get into this idea of us going. But only if the deal is sound. I don't want any surprises. We do it our way, and I don't want whoever is making this too-good-to-be-true deal to be pulling anything new at us when we get there. We get all the details now. None of this 'oh, you'll see when you get there,' crap.

I curl my hand a little tighter around the steering wheel, still worrying that this could be some kind of set-up, that this could be another Wolfram and Hart plot that'll get them both killed this time. Pulling up to the curb and parking, I cover Wes' hand on my knee before he can take it away and give it a little squeeze before letting him remove his hand.

The both get out, Cordelia definitely checking her watch again and giving me a look that says, "Hurry up!" before I'm around the car and with them as we walk into Caritas. At least they've got that no violence thing going for them.

"English muffin!" comes a cry from the bar as soon as we enter, and there's The Host clamoring over to meet us. Good thing this is the top guy that Wes knows around here. Otherwise I'd be worried. Not that I have anything against green demons, but this one? Seems just a little kooky. Especially with the nicknames.
Cordelia Chase: pretty shorter hairqueen_cordette on January 14th, 2008 05:07 am (UTC)
"And the handsome crumb cake *and* the lovely, delightful Cordelia," Lorne continued, arms up in the air already for a hug. "Sweetie, you're looking ravishing as ever." And for a moment I have no idea whom exactly he means until I get a hug. Heh. Yeah, of course he means me. And of course he'd still say that if I were totally covered in slime. He's Lorne! Still, a compliment is a compliment and I know how to take one.

"Thanks so much, Lorne," I smile widely at him, hand coming up to make sure my hair's still the way I want it to be. "You're looking very..." Bright? Loud? Flashy? "...extravagant this evening."

He preens at the compliment, looking very smug with himself. He moves to give hugs to both Wes and Angel as well, just like The Host loves to do. Can't help but giggle a bit at the look on both their faces, this flee of flight uncomfy look. Now as long as Angel doesn't get out his inner caveman and Wes doesn't do this... why is Lorne staring at Wes?

"You okay there, Muffin?" he asks, frowning at the three of us. Whoa. Wait, wait, didn't you have to sing for him to see anything? Or is that an aura thing? Not liking the aura thing!

"He's fine," I assure The Host, distracting him away from my boys. Neither of them like attention so I'm taking it away. "We're here to meet someone. A mister..." I pull out the paper I had it written on and hope I pronounce it right, "Makulakikulaikekeke?" Geeze.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Wes white shirt glasseswatcher_pryce on January 14th, 2008 05:07 am (UTC)
"Oh our friendly not so neighborhoodly Kamica demon," The Host nods, a hand waving into the direction of a secluded corner. Looks like our client is either very recluse or a bit paranoid.

"He's been asking about you for an hour now. Glad you cookies showed up, cause I was about to give you a ring otherwise!" Lorne goes on, leading us toward the table. "So what can I get you delightful sugar cones to drink?"

I shuffle after Cordelia who's walking resolutely toward the table with a confidence I bet a lot of people wished they only had half of. I know I would love to have even a fraction of the confidence Cordelia and Angel both seem to have. I stick close to her while glancing behind me to make sure Angel's still with us. Yes, I seem to be even more inclined to cling onto them now that there are a lot of others around us.

"Mister Makulakikulaikekeke," Lorne starts, the name easily rolling off his tongue. "here are the people you've been asking for. So the usual pink for my fair lady?" he goes on, looking at Cordelia who nods before she pulls out the charms on this chap.

"And you two handsome hunks?"

"Ah, Uhm, just," water? I could do with something stronger by now. I'd better watch it though, no getting drunk. "Whiskey please. With a lot of ice."

Slinking past Lorne, I plaster on a smile and reach for this fellows hand when Cordelia introduces us. "Very nice to meet you, Sir," I murmur, waiting for Cordelia to sit down before doing so myself.
Keep Me: ang stare/stoic_keep_me on January 20th, 2008 03:17 am (UTC)
Oh, thank god, no more hugging. Lorne is awfully exuberant about that, and I think there might have been a little groping. Not in a bad way, he just gets excited, I think. Plus, I've got some kind of mystical energy or something, I think he told me last time I was here, so it gives him good mojo to rub elbows with me. I didn't really think he meant literally.

My eyes are keeping careful track of Cordelia and moreso of Wesley as we head over to this Kamica demon. Kind of rare, I think they are. I watch the pleasantries, shaking my head at Lorne to say I don't need a drink.

"Angel," I say, by way of introduction, but he appears not to need any, his face lighting up right away. Okay, sometimes? I wish not *everbody* knew about me. See, that's Angelus' thing, the notoriety, but definitely not me.

My eyes glance over to both Wes and Cordelia waiting to see what's going to happen next. "Thank you, thank you for meeting with me, thank you," he adds again, kind of seeming like he might be a nice guy- err, demon. But I'm not just going along with everything yet. He'd better spill the details.

"My resort, it's been having some problems recently," he starts to explain, and I can hear a faint Asian accent to his words. Makes me wonder how old this guy actually might be.

"None of my people can get rid of these disturbances," he says with frustration before his face lights up again as Lorne personally brings over the drinks. Huh. I wonder if this guy is some sort of big shot somewhere. "You must help," he urges, taking his drink from Lorne.
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?"