006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer, scotch, vodka - and if Doyle's selections weren't enough, there's a hatch conveniently behind the refreshments table.

The hotel lobby was cleared of all the furniture, so that the mingling and the dancing could take place more comfortably. If people wanted to take a tour of the hotel, they were welcomed to do so save for three rooms: Fred's, Angel's, and Wesley's office. For not-so-obvious-but-quite-sentimental reasons.

[OOC: This party takes place after the Liar Liar glitch took effect. Mingle! Threadjack! Interrupt! Have fun!]

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[notcursed.livejournal.com]

The tension is as thick as -- well, it's pretty damn thick. There's silence for a minute or so as Toby stares at his drink.

"Look, what I said..."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Nothing you gotta apologize about. So don't," Dean says firmly, looking in the other direction.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Twinge. Toby looks down. "Then I won't."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Long silence. Then:

"I owe you an apology, though. I've got no excuses."

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

"And I do?" Toby looks sideways at Dean.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you do." Shrug. He doesn't explain, because his explanation's kind of crap.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

If Dean means what Toby thinks Dean means... "That's not an excuse, man."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Eyebrow raise. "Not something you can control. It's an excuse."

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

"Like you can control what's in your head?" He might look a little impatient, but more concerned than anything.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"I can, yeah. Haven't been doing it as well as I should." Dean's not looking at Toby, staring off in the other direction. "I know what you saw, Toby. It's crap that I can't control it enough to keep you from having to see that."

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

"And it's crap that I can't control this thing enough to not see it, so we're kinda stuck, huh?" He's not looking at Dean, either. Just focusing across the room and ignoring the whispers of thoughts in between.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

This conversation sucks. Dean wants a refund. And even though he's not compelled to tell the truth anymore, he's going to say it anyway.

"Jesus. You really are like Sam," Dean grumbles, taking another swig from his drink.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

... Toby doesn't answer this time, just looking the other way. He doesn't want Dean pissed off with him. Or himself.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

More silence. A sigh from Dean, and he looks at Toby, finally, facing him.

"You know what?"

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Toby looks back at him, listening.

"I don't know. What?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"I don't wanna fight with you too."

And Dean's expression twitches as he glances up at the ceiling, drowning that last remark with the remains of his alcohol.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Toby's lips twitch at that, and he looks at the floor for a moment before looking up again.

He glances over at Dean, smirks lightly. "Hey... I'm over it."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

That might be a breath of relief, but it could also be a huffed out laugh, and Dean nudges Toby.

"You bitch," Dean says, snickering. "You would be."

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

The smirk turns into a sort of smile, and once again Toby glances at Dean before looking at his drink.

"Yeah, well. Everybody has crap they've gotta deal with, and I hear it all the time. I get it, man."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, alright. Whatever works." As long as I don't gotta fight with you.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

"So we're good?" This time when Toby looks up, he doesn't look away.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. We're good."