Another day at the snake pit, wrestling vipers. Between Eve and Lilah, I do believe I've had my quota of slinging verbal barbs about. Even I tire of that occasionally, believe it or not
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Cordy was sitting at the far end of the bar, having a few minutes to herself to stop her brain from imploding at the research going absolutely nowhere. She was going to break the stupid little pot thing if she didn't get herself a small reprieve. She was surprised when she spotted Christian down the bar. Though she smirked, and nodded the tender over. She got what she needed, and in marker, drew a little cookie on the side of a glass, that said 'good boy, cookie for you'. Then instructed him to give him a second of whatever he was drinking in that glass. She waited, sipping her own drink.
Christian glanced up, surprised, as another gin was placed in front of him before he'd gotten halfway through the first. The bartender gestured to the brunette who was sitting several seats down. He eyed the writing on the side of his glass, a smirk tugging at his lips. Rising to his feet, he moved to join her.
"A cookie?" he inquired. "Not laced with strychnine, I hope."
"Naw, I save all my strychnine poisoning for having evil people over at my apartment." Cordy said. "It's just no fun out in public." She smiled at him, a smirk. "But you were a good boy, so you get a cookie. Only they don't have actual cookies here, and you seem more a drink kind of man anyways."
"Do you have evil people over frequently?" Christian asked. He sipped his drink, his eyes gliding over her admiringly. Lovely. He'd seen photos of her before actually meeting her; when he'd first joined the firm, he'd made a point of reading the files on each member of Angel Investigations.
Before she could answer his first question, he added, "A good boy?" His tone was amused.
Christian didn't comment. He was aware that Charles Gunn had outlived his usefulness to the firm, and he was also aware of what was planned for him. It didn't especially bother him, but then, it also wouldn't trouble him if Cordelia Chase and her allies did manage to rescue the man.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the blue demon stepped down to very weak applause. "Finally."
"Definitely." Cordy said, eyeing the stage. "Think if we protest enough they'll just put music on and stop letting people kill our carefree spirits by inches with this?" she asked rhetorically. She went to take another drink but for some reason it was empty. She peered into the glass, wondering when she'd finished it. Oh well. She ordered heself another one. "So what's a evil guy like you doin in a place like this?" she asked.
"I rather doubt it," Christian said to her first question, watching a nervous-looking guy with glasses and a bowtie climb onto the stage. He drained his drink and ordered another.
"Well, you see, the thing with us evil guys is that we are not inclined to confine our evil to the office." His tone was very serious, but a smirk adorned his lips. "The evil must be spread around."
Cordy leaned closer to him, peering at him critically. "Are you spreading evil here then? I take offense. I like it here. You should be evil somewhere else." she said, and yay there was a new drink for her to take a liberal drink of.
"Murder. Right," Christian said. Why was it so damned hot? He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, not caring that the fairly fresh bite on his neck was now exposed. His brow furrowed. "You have a ghost?"
"Yes, I have a ghost. He's very sweet." Cordy said matter of factly. She finished her...whatever'th drink and fanned herself. She noticed for the first time that he seemed to be losing clothing. "Ya know if you're gonna schtrip you should do it on stage. M'pretty sure that you'd get money for it."
Christian nearly aspirated gin at that; he put his glass down on the bar. "Wasn't stripping. Hot. Don't you think it's hot in here?" He eyed her. "'Cause I'm hot."
Cordy considered him. "Yeah...you are." She tsked. Then went back to fanning herself. "Yeah it's hot." She proceeded to pull at the front of her shirt to get some air down there. "Hey my drink's empty again. Glass. Whatever. Bartender!" she called, then looked at him. "You have an owie." she pointed out.
"You did it all by yourself," Christian said. He tried to finish what was in his glass, spilling half of it down the front of his shirt. "Dammit. I think--. Yeah. Very drunk."
Cordy burst into a snickerfit at his dribbling. "Heeee!" she said, pointing. "You got all wet!" she said, then burst into incoherent giggles again, nearly losing her seat yet again. Balance was not her friend.
Christian braced her with one arm, using his free hand to unbutton his wet shirt farther. "'f you fall on th'floor, I'm leaving you there," he said petulantly. "'m evil, remember?" His tongue seemed to be tying itself farther into a knot with each moment that passed.
Cordy looked up and him and gave him her full on, un held back pout. "You would?" she asked, pulling out all the stops on her sad boo boo act. "You'd leave me there to suffer and die all alone lissningh to..." she paused as she tried to pick out what the heck song was being sang by the warbling voice on stage. "Wind beneath my wings?"
Christian moved his hand to the side of her face, maybe to stabilize her. In his eyes something flickered, almost too quickly to be seen. The music around them, the conversations, the clinking of glasses all faded as he watched her. Finally, one shoulder lifted, almost unnoticeably, in a shrug, and he murmured, "No."
Cordy blinked. It hadn't actually been what she'd expected. She supposed she'd been expecting 'yes I'm evil and loving it! yay! go me!' ...or okay not that because he was kinda really reserved and wasn't looking like the type to say 'yay'. Wait, did that mean she was getting to know him? Scary. But that didn't hold her drunken attention long. She was blinking at him more. "Really? Then..." she frowned just a touch, trying to wrap her head around that. "How come you do it?"
Without realizing it, Christian had started rubbing the underside of her jaw with his thumb, just barely. He concentrated on breathing in and breathing out, trying to gather his thoughts. He was so inebriated that they were slow in coming. Finally he said, "S'mbody has to."
Cordy thought about that, thinking that he looked really sad right now. "Yeah but there's lotsa ebil out there." she said earnestly. "You don't hafta too. You could....do somethin else." her voice had dropped to soft for some reason. Maybe it was the closeness along with the drunkness and the touchy thing he was doing to her cheek. And possibly that there'd been a break in the terrible singing for the night. There'd be more, there was always more, but for the moment they were spared.
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"A cookie?" he inquired. "Not laced with strychnine, I hope."
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Before she could answer his first question, he added, "A good boy?" His tone was amused.
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He breathed a sigh of relief as the blue demon stepped down to very weak applause. "Finally."
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"Well, you see, the thing with us evil guys is that we are not inclined to confine our evil to the office." His tone was very serious, but a smirk adorned his lips. "The evil must be spread around."
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