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30 December 2007 @ 12:23 am
Continued from Here

"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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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.