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[mr_angel]

After Lorne's big bash party, I headed up to my room. Well, after Wesley left with the children I went up to my room. My 'happy' was starting to wear off and the wings on my back weren't as nice as I thought about them at one time.. mostly. They still hung in the very back of my closet hidden back there with the pink light red shirt that I found

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[__visiongal]

I'd opted out of heading to Angel's penthouse after the party. He'd told me I could stay, of course, but-- Alcohol coupled with still very there feelings for the best of my manpire friends? I was airing on the side of cautious.

"Hey, the last thing I want is to show up at the office and find that I'm working for a homicidal monster."Instead, I'd headed to the Hyperion. It was weird going there in the middle of the night, being alone among all those memories, worrying I was trespassing in a place I'd called home. But it was something I'd had to do

[mr_angel]

Still feeling restless, I picked up the phone and called Harmony to see if she could find where everyone was. Who knows, maybe I could call one of those group meetings we all like to have. Besides, we hadn't had one of those in a while.

A group meeting. Should Cordelia be included on that now? I hated the idea of her working here - well, her working at a place like this anyway, but hadn't she insisted? From my past experience with Cordy, whenever she insisted on something that's what was going to happen. There were no and's, if's, or but's about it.

The phone kept ringing and I hung up when I realized either Harmony wasn't there, or she was on the other line talking to someone and just not answering the phone. Sighing, I placed the phone back and leaned forward on the desk.

My vampire senses must be off because I didn't even hear anyone open the door until I heard a voice.

"I come bearing coffee, big guy. You free?"Looking up from the desk, I saw Cordy standing there in the doorway. Smiling, I realized just how long

[__visiongal]

"Coffee? I could probably use some of that right about now."

"Let me guess," I grinned, "As long as it's not mine?" It had been a long running joke at Angel Investigations that I, Cordelia Chase, could not make coffee. Hell, I wouldn't have even minded the joke half the time if the guys had got up and made a pot themselves.

Lazy asses.

"I'm free as I'll ever be, I guess. Have something in mind?"

I hadn't, actually. I'd figured he'd be all busy doing CEO stuff but I could improvise. "Well I thought we could, y'know, talk. Catch up. And coffee seemed like the way to do it, unless you were looking for another hangover. That was a great party, wasn't it?"

Okay, and I was babbling because?

I gazed at him for a moment, let my eyes sweep over a face that was still smiling and relaxed again. "I liked your costume."

[mr_angel]

"Let me guess, as long as it's not mine?"

Raising a brow at her, I smiled again. "I-well, your's isn't-..that was always Wesley who didn't like your coffee, you know. I on the other hand, enjoyed it very much." I nodded a matter of factly. "You must've forgotten."

"Well I thought we could, y'know, talk. Catch up. And coffee seemed like the way to do it, unless you were looking for another hangover. That was a great party, wasn't it?"

Right, another hangover. We didn't need that again, did we? But did she know about that from the party? Did someone tell her about my 'couple' of drinks or did she-

"I like your costume."

Well, that answers that.

"I..uh," Great, I was stuttering again. Leave it to Cordelia Chase to have me blabbering my way through every sentence I tried to get through. "Thanks.. Harmony picked it out," I said in my defense.

"I liked your's too." Yes, I had liked her costume. Very much. "The party was.. nice. Wesley and I decided to spend part of it in here though. The children.. they were just tired."