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[faith_and_hope]

Dawn and Connor ran off together, Cordelia is going to sing in front of everyone. Ha, screw this. I'm not staying here to see this. She's gonna embarass the hell out of herself. Although, it would be good blackmail material to use. Hmmmm

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[lilah_returns]

Well Lindsey didn't make it all that long before he decided to pass out. Alright, so maybe the kid shouldn't have drank that much. But let me tell you, it was hillarious that he did. He actually made me feel.. Alive? Was it possible?

He looked dead, so a dumpster seemed nice spot for him. Yeah, we bonded, and yeah we laughed.. But I'm not that nice of a person to carry him.. and his smelly breath. After all..He DID drink all of my alcohol.

This is Los Angeles. No one from Wolfram and Hart is going to go down a dark alley way..to find a supposed DEAD Lindsey. He looked dead anyway. I'll wait till he wakes up before we start planning. For now?

I have one million..in my hands.. Not my money...But I've got it. So I decided that a nice little clothing store would be nice. After all, these were the clothes that I Dies in. I chuckled. Yeah, I always think that is hillarious. To say I died

[faith_and_hope]

I continued down the street looking for something to this. This place is pretty dead at night. What the hell is wrong with it? Should be crawlin' with some kinda undead! I looked down to the ground and just glanced around at the garbage for awhile. Newspaper pages, Mc D's crap and whatever else you'd like to imagine. Dirty town for dirty people.

"Well, she's still alive."

"Who-" I looked up and glared at this chick who looked pretty snobby to me. Didn't even recognize her and she says something. Wait...is she one of those crazy homeless freaks? God, it's just my night. But, at least it's some kinda action.

"And who would you be?" I crossed my arms and continued to glare at her. She seemed like a classic woman on the prowl. Well dressed and whorish. Can't be undead; 'actually has some fashion-sense.

[lilah_returns]

"Who-"

I figured she heard me. I said it loud enough. I wasn't worried, because I remember her face. This was the one that had gone crazy. I did some work on her, I wanted her on my side, after I heard about that 'siding with evil' over in Sunnydale. I don't remember why I sided against it..
-Oh, that's right..the other slayer would have something to say about that. Regardless, I just kept walking, and decided to spend my money on something that had to do with clothes...and a shower..I guess I could find a way to grab Lindsey..But he looked so bad in that trash..it made me feel good.

"And who would you be?"

I spun around and did a type bow thing. I guess I could have fun. I'm drunk..buzzing. I didn't think that she had anything to do with Angel..if Angel was anywhere around here. So I decided telling her my name wouldn't be so bad.

"Lilah Morgan, at your ghostly service." Service? No. More like 'I can't find a place in this world, so I'll see if you're evil' service.

Someone give me another drink.

[faith_and_hope]

"Lilah Morgan, at your ghostly service."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at her. She was drunk, it was obvious. 'Could smell it on her breath. Has a bad taste, should show her the ropes.

"Well, Lilah...What're you doing out so late?" I winked at her slightly and then eyed her. No Spidey sense going off, so must be normal. Or, as normal as anyone can get around here.

"Ghostly?" I scrunched up my face and didn't get what she meant. Ghostly? Could she have been here, in the original L.A.? I eyed her a bit more, seeing if I recognized her. Nothing clicked at all. But, I, myself was tipsy. Just not as bad as her.

*Laughs*