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[lornegreen]

White knuckling the armrest of my first-class cushy airplane seat, I refused to sit by the window, let alone look in it's direction. This was my first trip via airplane, and to be perfectly honest, it would more than likely be my last. I wondered to myself how long it would honestly take for me to you know, walk to Cleveland from LA. The only thing

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[freddles]

First class. Now this I could get used to I think. Sure we'd been living in the first class of Los Angeles for the past couple of months, but on a plane? I hadn't been on a plane much less in first class in.. well, ever. I'd lived in two cities my entire life. Well, three if the not so nice stay in Pylea counted. I'd lived in Texas for the majority of my life. Same town, same house, same room even. Then I'd moved to LA for school. Didn't take a plane of course, but drove the entire way

[_gunn_charles_]

I was not happy with this. Okay, it had been a team discion and all that crap. Still, I was kinda startin’ to feel at home there. Never though I’d see the day that Charles Gunn would feel at home at the evil mecca for white folk or whatever. Got me a brain now. Was gonna use it to. Loved doin’ law work. Love takin’ them bastards out with them own big words

[_wes_pryce_]

I was glad we had left that firm. From all of us here Angel and I had fought against them the longest. Angel, I and Cordelia. We had to leave her behind. I had a very uneasy feeling about that. I was pretty sure Angel had as well. I felt as though we had left a family member behind. Alone in some war zone. And those images really weren’t helping. She’ll be fine. Angel and I took are of that. We did the best we could, there wasn’t much else we could do for her

[lornegreen]

Wistfully, I sighed to myself, using whatever shred of self-control I had left to keep my eyes away from the window. But if they weren't on the window, they were fixated on the door. I couldn't shake the mental imagery of the door suddenly flying off the hinges and every single person in this plane being sucked out faster than I was from my cushy office.

I forced myself to look away, at other, more comforting things. Things like the over-priced white leather shoes I wore on my feet, probably the last pair of designer shoes I'll ever be able to buy. I'll thank Angel for the one, later. Really, could he not see how much I was going to suffer without my lap of luxury? I'll even be forced to wear the same thing twice. Shudder to think. Can I even buy designer labels in a place as un-chic as Cleveland? Probably not. Sometimes that man thinks only about himself

[_wes_pryce_]

Oh my good bloody god. I should’ve just stayed back in Los Angeles. I’m sure I could’ve found something to do. Or better yet, take the bike to that wretched town. Not a plane. I am *never* going to fly a plane again in my *life*! It’s absolutely horrible It’s.. I think my stomach just dropped into the toilet and is currently underway to splatter somewhere on earth

[lornegreen]

"Legal Eagle sounds fantastic," I said to Gunn with a pointed finger. "I always thought you looked better in suits, anyways. Keepin' the fashion trend alive, my friend, because I can't always be the best dressed one." I gave him a sidelong smirk

[freddles]

I shrugged a bit. "I guess. If they need me I'll help of course. Hopefully they don't mind another brain in the mix." I hated to admit it, but I did hope they had their hands full already once we got there. It wasn't the best situation to work under, but I knew I'd simply go crazy if I didn't have anything to look into. If all I was supposed to do was make sure the slayers were getting their daily slayer nutrients? I might take up typing and become Charles' secretary at whatever he planned on doing on the side

[_gunn_charles_]

"Hey," I grinned at Lorne. "I'm da man. 'Sides, you the best looken green man. I"m the best looken' black man on the face of the earth." Sitting up at my full height, I grinned at him and then over toward Fred. "And you count on it Fred. May even start me own little bizz and then I'll snatch you away from whatever you doin'. Cause I need your skills like mad."

I looked up as Wesley stumbled back into his seat, wearing a way to big grin on his face. "I'd say he looks a little to great," I muttered, raisin' an eyebrow. Seen that look before. Only then it was after Angel fired us and Wes ended up in a hospital bed with a bullet hole. I winced at that though, but then groaned as Wes giggled, giggled and slapped his hand in front of his mouth.

"Looks like someone just joined the mile high club," I groaned, shakin' my head. Wes turned in his seat, giving me an indignant look before he struggled to get out again. My hands shot out to steady him as he started to sway, but he tried to bat them away. Oh this was gonna be interesting.

[freddles]

Great. No marbles. After all that and Wesley now decides he doesn't want his marbles anymore? Although, apparently Lorne still wanted his marbles. Good god, I wish they'd both find their marbles and stop worrying me about them. What the hell? Why was I so worried about whether or not they were going to find their marbles. Marbles that didn't exist. Well, marbles that they were talking about. I knew two sets of marbles I'd sure like to find right now. One belonged to a green demon and the other a British watcher who was currently clinging a little too tight to my leg

[_gunn_charles_]

"Doubt Wes woulda taken them pills if he knew this was gonna happen Fred," I shrugged and vowed to go have a talk with the one who gave them the damn pills in the first place. This aint normal. I know Wes woulda not taken them if he'd not been really miserable. Mean, I can still remember Cordy and me havin' to trick him into takin' his meds when he got shot. And like many times after that incident