Being in the Hamptons was...different. I hadn't been in Los Angeles for over two years, and I guess I had forgotten a little how to socialize with the elites of society. I managed to settle back into routine, though. I'm still a charming guy at heart. Plus, I do clean up very nicely. Lilah was loving it, back in her own element again. I enjoyed ( Read more... )

I went to get the first aid kit from the owner at the front desk, Ms. Barton. Her and her husband owned the motel. They usually only got passing motorists in the place, with the occasional teenager who wanted a night away from their parents and with their significant other or a husband or wife without their spouse and with someone else's. That ( Read more... )

Getting Gunn on our side was surprisingly easy. It almost made me wonder if we weren't being set up. However, things usually were easy when you planted suggestions in people's heads. I was kind of surprised that he didn't approach us with the idea of working together. Gunn was an easy person to corrupt, and I knew that it would hurt Angel even more ( Read more... )

I didn't get to see it myself, but I heard that Fred's accident was spectacular. My contact had gotten a package laced with a magical poison that slowly boiled her insides. Well, by slowly I mean that it took about twenty-four hours. Now the entire group of them were pissed at...well, life itself. They're first instinct was to think that the Senior ( Read more... )

"The war’s already here, Angel. And you’re already two soldiers down."That's what I told Angel and his friends, although really they were more like three soldiers down, with leaving Gunn behind in that hell created for me by Wolfram & Hart. They'd already lost Cordelia this year, so who was next for them ( Read more... )

It was hard to get through the night. It took me forever to get to sleep. It was a mixture of the pain from the stupid surgery, and something nagging at the back of my thoughts. It was the way Lilah looked at me when I joked about what woke me up bothered me. Maybe I should have been more honest with her, but I thought that she might just laugh in ( Read more... )

Lindsey sat in his office at Wolfram and Hart, going through some paperwork. He was finishing off some extra stuff on a case that he had just finished. He had successfully gotten a man accused of a triple homicide a not-guilty verdict. Of course, this didn't mean that the man wasn't guilty, quite the opposite, in fact, but it meant that he had done ( Read more... )

1. What would you do with a million dollars? With a thousand? A hundred? Ten ( Read more... )