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nervous Continued from Here
"Goodnight, Cordelia. Sleep well, Ill see you in the morning."
Giving her a small smile, I resisted the urge to give her a small wave as well. I didn't really need the image I had build up just now to crumble by acting like a complete...erm...dork, I believe the word is. I waited until she'd closed the door before making myself comfortable on the sofa. Or rather, as comfortable as I could get on this sofa. Then again, It was far more comfortable then most of the hotelbed's I've been sleeping in lately.
Then again, they didn't have any ghost who'd rather you were anywhere else then here.
First it was the blanket, then it was the pillow, then it was whooshing over my head. And everytime I'd politely ask him not to do that and please let me sleep. I couldn't very well yell at the git, less I'd wake up Cordelia. But I could threaten him with exorcism. It did help that I actually had the things for that with me. Not, mind you, that it needed a lot of things. Just the spell was in fact enough.
By the time it was six in the morning however, I'd given up on trying to catch more sleep. At least Dennis had gotten tired of the teasing game at one in the morning. But now I was nervous about meeting Angel. I was going to have to go to my motel room first to get changed. I can't very well meet him in.. well.. his own clothes.Yawing, I rolled from the sofa, groaning as my cramped muscles yelled at me. The I padded over to the kitchen, wondering, - hoping rather - if there was some tea.
July 24 2005, 16:23:36 UTC 6 years ago
In the end, I'd been good. Sleep had won out and I was out of it, dreaming about Doyle and Wesley and kisses in libraries that were so very much beter the second time around.
When I awoke - feeling way more refreshed than I should have, by the way - I got changed quickly, yanking a brush through my hair and headed into my sitting room to find Wesley sitting on my sofa, sipping tea.
"I... Hey." I said, my mouth relaxing into an easy smile just as Dennis handed me my flagon of coffee. "Sleep well?"
July 24 2005, 16:37:58 UTC 6 years ago
Dennis was being his annoying self again. Though less then yesterday. He only turned the stove off once while I was boiling the water. Same with hiding the package of tea. But I managed to make myself a cup and sat back down on the sofa. Just as I was sipping the tea, Cordelia came out of her bedroom.
A smile slipped out before I even noticed as I looked up at her. "Errr..." A magazine floated by and I frowned at it. "Oh yes," I lied, wondering about the wrath of Dennis should I 'rat him out'. "The sofa is quite comfortable." Well, at least that much was true. The beds at the motel didn't even come close to Cordelia's sofa.
"I've made some tea?" I pointed toward the kitchen. "There should be enough for you as well."
July 24 2005, 16:51:58 UTC 6 years ago
I was already reaching for the Evita CD when my coffee floated in front of me and I frowned, catching Wes' offer of tea right as I took the cup from Dennis. He and I were having a serious talk later.
"I have coffee, but thanks." I smiled, moving to sit next to him on the sofa. We stayed silent for a couple of minutes before we both went to say something, both interrupting each other.
"You first." We said simultaneously, and I started to laugh. "Sorry. I just wanted to say that you shouldn't worry about Angel. If you are, I mean. I can handle that lunkhead."
July 24 2005, 18:18:25 UTC 6 years ago
Giving her a small smile when she snatches the coffee out of thin air, and sparing a glare into thin air for Dennis, I sip my own tea. She sits down next to me and we're both falling into this silence of the morning after. Except...there isn't really a morning after here is there?
"I'm-I'm not nervous about Angel," I lie, sitting up a little straighter. Then I glance down at my attire and blink. Right, I'm still wearing his clothes. I doubt I'll score any point for that if I show up at his office in these.
"I'm going to have to go by my motel to change before we uhm... Go see him. I doubt he'll appreciate me running around in his clothes, which wouldn't work in my favor would it?"
July 31 2005, 21:59:53 UTC 6 years ago
"I'm going to have to go by my motel to change before we uhm... Go see him. I doubt he'll appreciate me running around in his clothes, which wouldn't work in my favor would it?"
His clo-- Ohhhh. Right. The clothes I'd given him last night. When he'd helped me with that stupid vision. "Actually, I don't even know that Angel knows they're here," I said, shaking my head, "Not that he'd know that he was missing another black shirt." Because geez, he really didn't like mixing up the black on black look, did he?
"But if you want to go by, we can do--" Pausing, I sighed, "Does that mean I have to wear the pink helmet again?"
Damnit, Angel really did need to give him a job. The sooner he got rid of that thing the better.
July 31 2005, 22:10:03 UTC 6 years ago
Just as I'm about to sip the last of my tea, my cup gets yanked out of my grasp and floats toward the kitchen. Sighing, I stare after and wrinkle my nose. I can take a bloody hint. "I suppose that's my cue at the very least to go," I mutter, getting up to gather my things.
Clutching the waistband of my far to big sweatpants, I try to locate my boots. Good lord, I'll look like an idiot. At least the sweatpants are black and not say...lilac.
"Have you seen my boo--" My boots get dropped rather heavily in front of me. I manage to pull away my fingers just in time while I glare up into thin air. "Yes, thank you very much, Dennis." Muttering, I start to pull them on while mulling over the several possibilities there are to exorcise a ghost.
July 31 2005, 23:04:47 UTC 6 years ago
"Y'know, you should really get--"
Before I can even get my sentence out, Dennis - ever the host - has yanked Wesley's tea out of his hands and is on his way to the kitchen. "Dennis! Evita!" I yell, before looking at Wesley apologetically. He's already getting up, gathering his things together and-- And I am *so* playing that damn CD later. A lot. And loud too.
I watch as he yanks on his boots, glare right up into thin air, and cross over to the cupboard by my door, grabbing a jacket that's thankfully non-slimy. "Okay, I'm ready." I tell him, waiting. Damn bike. Damn helmet. Damn Angel. Okay, so I don't know what I'm damning Angel for yet, but it sounds good.
August 1 2005, 13:43:16 UTC 6 years ago
Struggling into my boots, I watched wearily as Cordelia got ready herself. I guess she chose to wear the helmet after all. Don't know what is wrong with that helmet anyway, but never mind that now. Getting up, I gather my things together Cordelia had put so kindly in a bag and waited for her to finish getting ready.
Oh. She already is. Ah.
"Right well. We'd uhm...best get a move on then shall we?" Striding over to the door, I manage to jump away just in time before Dennis flings it open. Hah! You didn't get me this time you sodding ghost. I can learn. He'll only be able to do that to me once. Git. Exorcise is sounding better and better.
Holding the door open for Cordy, I walk out after her, reaching behind me to close the door. Which is when a sharp pain shoots up my arm. Yanking back my hand, I glared at the door which had closed while my fingers were still between them. Thankfully I was already wearing my gloves. Grumbling under my breath, I make my way over to the bike, flashing Cordy a 'I'm fine' smile.
September 6 2005, 23:20:26 UTC 6 years ago