Dinner, dungeons, dragons, 3 headed dogs, and...some new people

[potential_geek]

A few hours after I got off the phone with Andrew, I was stepping off the jet Warren had sent to fetch me, a personal guard or two with me. Once again: stoopid bringers. Once inside the compound, however, there was no need for them, since the place was locked down tighter than Azkaban in Voldemort’s heyday

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[warren_is_gone]

I was striding rather confidently down the hall that led to the west wing's entrance, when my cell phone rang. I glanced around, seeing that there was no one else in the hall with me save for the ever-watchful electronic eyes of the security cameras, and unflipped the tiny device.

"Yes?"

"Sir, there's been a new arrival at the gates. It's Lord Wells' female friend"

"Amanda? You let her in, right?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Good. Make her comfortable, and let her know that I'll be down to greet her in a few minutes"

"Right away, Sir"

I hung up the phone and continued walking, listening with a kind of satisfaction to the almost-inaudible sound of my fine Italian leather shoes on the thick red carpet of the hallway. Glancing out of one of the huge windows lining the hall, I noted that it was getting dark out and a light, drizzling rain had started to fall. I liked it best this way, cool and damp. Perhaps I'd take Andrew or Amanda out for a walk on the grounds tonight. My magnificently-tended garden was lovely at this time of year.

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[addicted_andrew]

It took me a good two hours to get ready for the dinner. I know, the dinner wasn't formal or anything, but everyone was going to be there so I had to make sure that I looked as slick as possible. Maybe not Bond slick, but more like Lando slick. Except I didn't plan on selling Amanda out to Vader or anything like that. And no cape, cause the cape thing was kinda gay

[wickedslayer]

Was layin' on my stomach on my huge ass king sized bed with some girly magazine spread out in front of me. Don't know why I bothered reading these. Guessed I was bored, and there was nothin' good on T.V. We got like a zillion channels and nothin' on? What the fuck. Just wasn't in the mood anyway, cause I had tons of movies and couldn't find the motivation to pop any of them in either.

Lookin' up at the clock I realized it was ten minutes before I had to go down to dinner.

"Shit." I muttered as I rolled off of my bed. Good thing this wasn't one of those formal deals. Checkin' myself out in the full length mirror I ran my hands through long dark tangled hair before admiring the rest of my body. Leather pants. Check. Tank top. Check. Yeah, I'd say I was ready for dinner.

Locking up my apartment behind me, I wandered down the staircase towards the west lobby. Warren had dinner with everyone sometimes. Sometimes I just grabbed food on my own, and sometimes just a few of us ate together. He wanted everyone here tonight which only made

[bible_beater]

"I'm sure you can, sir. I was given instructions to show you to the dining hall," the little sop with halitosis said to me, gently putting a tentative set of fingers at my elbow

[summoner_tucker]

I'd been sitting, watching the pretty little play unfolding before me in the lobby with a bored sort of disgust. I may have been a loser, but at least I was honest about it. Save for Andrew, all these people were just desperate, whiny little kids who were playing at being powerful.

Andrew wasn't like that though. Andrew lights up wherever he is. He's shy and twitchy and Warren's little bitch in so many ways, but I know there's more. I've seen how brilliant he can be, how gloriously vicious.

And Faith. Faith had something glowing in her, from the inside out too. I could see it, like I saw most things. She was angry and heated, lost and violent in the brightest way. If only she'd let herself go, recognize what she was capable of beyond sex and ass-kicking...there was something there. But I doubted it would ever manifest.

Amanda, Andrew's little friend. She was a nice girl deep down, a hurt little girl, a bitter, hate-filled little girl. Geeky and sure of herself, I had to respect that. Still, she was so...so needy for something. I

[always_been_bad]

I still couldn't believe I was bloody doing this. How the blazes did I end up here like this? Everything had been fine in it's typical fucked up manner that had been my life, and then I wake up after bein' frozen to find out that the geek of the week was the ruler of the country? And then I agree to eat dinner with him?! I don't even eat food.

If I get in there and Buffy an' her bleedin' groupies jump out shriekin' about some kinda hidden camera, then chip or no chip I'm gonna have myself a good, ol' fashion massacre.Warren's little gun-totin' man-bitch lead me to a pair of fancy doors which I assumed led to the dinin' hall or some other prissy poofter word for the room where I wouldn't be eatin' with

[potential_geek]

I walked along with Warren and Andrew to the dining room, chatting and laughing, assuring them both that I had been just fine and how good it was to seem them. Faith said hi to me when she came in and I nodded and gave her wide smile. By the look on her face, it looked as though for a second she was scared I was gonna launch myself across the room like a ninja turtle and attach myself to her leg. Faith was cool, and I really did admire her, but I knew she liked her space, so as long as she had that I guess it was all good