city_of_angel
I flopped down onto the chair in the lobby, with a pen and pad in my hand. This was so not good. Needed to take notes for later, or else I'd forget.
First off... what was it that they had been talking about?
Girl/Client Alex
Crazy demon boyfriend - Fuerte demon... named Rob, but not really?
Lord Paetyn, she stole his power amulet thingy
Okay, so that's it. I'd tell Angel that when he got back.
This day totally sucked. I threw the stupid notepad on the stupid table and pulled out my stupid compact mirror. Yes, there's the bruise on my face now because yet another insane person came into my hotel and decided to screw up my life. Headaches, bruises, and crazy people all in one day. I mean, I don't want to be all "me me me," but I'm in pain here! And no one seems to care, which is really irritating. No, let's worry about the insane people instead. Let's worry about the people we don't know. But when it comes to worrying about our best friends who have a really big headache and now a really big black eye, that can just go to the back burner. Normally I wouldn't be complaining so much, but I have a right to complain, don't I?
I sighed, picking at my nail polish. Which was a bad thing, I'd have to get another manicure. Which I really can't afford. And those "do it yourself" kits always end up with lots of miscellaneous liquids on the floors and sticky fingernails. But it's a bad habit. So I pick at the nail polish. I had that feeling, that feeling you get when something's missing. Probably because Angel's axe is gone, I guess. That girl better bring it back or he's going to kill me. Or yell a lot. Both are equally annoying.
No, wait. That's not it. That feeling. It was me. I looked down past my nails. My wrist was kinda naked. Where was my bracelet? My very nice expensive bracelet that I managed to salvage from when the IRS grabbed the parents' stuff?! Well, one answer is sure. Not on my wrist. Not where it should be. Now my wrist is naked, without a bracelet.. did that girl take it? She stole Angel's axe.. who knows, she could be some sort of a professional thief or something. That whole fight could have been a show so that she could steal antique weaponry and my bracelet! Great. Let's tally off the day. Migraine. Insane girl(s). Insane demon. Black Eye. Stolen Axe. Stolen Bracelet. How wonderful.
I can't wait till Angel, the Gang, and Crazy get back so that I can go home, have a bubble bath, and some sort of alcoholic beverage.
First off... what was it that they had been talking about?
Girl/Client Alex
Crazy demon boyfriend - Fuerte demon... named Rob, but not really?
Lord Paetyn, she stole his power amulet thingy
Okay, so that's it. I'd tell Angel that when he got back.
This day totally sucked. I threw the stupid notepad on the stupid table and pulled out my stupid compact mirror. Yes, there's the bruise on my face now because yet another insane person came into my hotel and decided to screw up my life. Headaches, bruises, and crazy people all in one day. I mean, I don't want to be all "me me me," but I'm in pain here! And no one seems to care, which is really irritating. No, let's worry about the insane people instead. Let's worry about the people we don't know. But when it comes to worrying about our best friends who have a really big headache and now a really big black eye, that can just go to the back burner. Normally I wouldn't be complaining so much, but I have a right to complain, don't I?
I sighed, picking at my nail polish. Which was a bad thing, I'd have to get another manicure. Which I really can't afford. And those "do it yourself" kits always end up with lots of miscellaneous liquids on the floors and sticky fingernails. But it's a bad habit. So I pick at the nail polish. I had that feeling, that feeling you get when something's missing. Probably because Angel's axe is gone, I guess. That girl better bring it back or he's going to kill me. Or yell a lot. Both are equally annoying.
No, wait. That's not it. That feeling. It was me. I looked down past my nails. My wrist was kinda naked. Where was my bracelet? My very nice expensive bracelet that I managed to salvage from when the IRS grabbed the parents' stuff?! Well, one answer is sure. Not on my wrist. Not where it should be. Now my wrist is naked, without a bracelet.. did that girl take it? She stole Angel's axe.. who knows, she could be some sort of a professional thief or something. That whole fight could have been a show so that she could steal antique weaponry and my bracelet! Great. Let's tally off the day. Migraine. Insane girl(s). Insane demon. Black Eye. Stolen Axe. Stolen Bracelet. How wonderful.
I can't wait till Angel, the Gang, and Crazy get back so that I can go home, have a bubble bath, and some sort of alcoholic beverage.