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026: [ voice | location: caritas ] A bingin' we will go

[ guess who's now seated at a secluded corner in caritas, with her head on the table and nursing a huge bottle of alcohol on her own.

no, really. guess. ] Oh, who cares about... broody, stupid vamps when I've got you... [ she grabs the bottle and reads: ] Mr. Voodoo Tiki Tequila. Mmm. You're now my new best friend, 'kay?

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Gunn actually winces, looking away for a moment. "Okay, just chill out, would you?" He doesn't want to raise his voice, but it's reflexive. "I didn't know!"

"Well, you do now!" She can't help it either; Cordelia crosses her arms. "And you have to promise me that whatever issues you have with him? You just have to forget them for a little while and actually visit the guy, okay? Because... he needs us. All of us."

Gunn flings his hands up, palms out and towards Cordelia in defeat. "Fine! I'll go - I'll go talk to him, hell. I didn't know," he repeats, and suddenly sort of feels like he's been doused in ice water. Everything here is just so damn wrong. "I promise? Cross my heart, alright? Just calm down."

She nods, satisfied now. "Good." Then, "I am calm! I'm as calm as a freakin' gentle snowflake in the mouth of an active volcano! What the hell makes you think I'm not?"

...aside from the fact that she's practically screaming right now, that is.

Gunn finds himself suddenly wishing that the chairs here had trap doors. He back is rigid, his eyebrows are raised uncomfortably, and he clears his throat as he pushes the bottle towards Cordelia.

"Why don't you just - uh, have another drink?"

She gives him a very suspicious look. "Oh, don't think I don't know what you're doing here, Gunn."

"Will it get you to stop yellin' at me?" He sounds almost desperate.

"I'm not yelling!" But she does grab the bottle to drink from it. "...what was I saying, again?"

That look on his face? Very clearly relief.

"How much you missed my handsome mug in this place."

"Really?" Was that what she was talking about? Weird. "I mean, yeah, I did. I... do. I think. Especially since Wes is all unconscious and that stupid vampire is probably off brooding in god knows where, pining after Buffy and generally being a complete retard right now. God I hate this place."

"He'll come around," Gunn promises and blinks hard twice, feeling the affects of the alcohol himself but takes another hard shot himself. And Wes'll be fine, and Angel'll remember that you're the one that makes him all goo-goo inside, and everything'll go back to Weird but Normal. Okay?"

Cordelia snorts. "Well he better," she says spitefully. "Because if I see him sending just one gooey-eyed look Buffy's way? I may not stop myself and just... stake him. Hard."

Gunn ducks his head a little to laugh - he doesn't want to let Cordelia see that he finds it just a little amusing. "Can't say I've ever met the girl, Cordy, but I can't imagine what she might have on you. So she can beat stuff up. You got that vision thing, right?"

"I know!" She raises her hands up and scoffs. "So she's a Slayer. Big deal! When it comes to men, I'm the Slayer. I mean hello, have you seen my breasts? Hers? Nothing, when compared to mine."

...someone stop her. Please.

Gunn can take the alcohol without flinching, but Cordelia's comment makes him choke a little bit, and pulling a face, he wipes his mouth off with the back of his sleeve.

"That's right," he encourages, and then adds, more than a little awkwardly, "You damn fine, girl." Desperately, he searches for another topic change, and then before he can help himself, blurts: "At least Angel's still into you. I got here just in time to find out that Fred'd moved on completely."

She was just about to move on to another part of her anatomy that she deems to be superior to Buffy's, but then Gunn mentions Fred and just...

...yeah.

"So you two, um... talked about that already, huh."

Gunn clears his throat. Did he really bring this up? He really hadn't mean to bring this up. "..yeah. Sort of. I mean, I know we're not --" He looks away and shrugs dismissively, but his mouth is twisted into a sort of scowl. It's just not fair, he wants to say, but he grew up on the streets of Los Angeles. He's used to life not being fair. "It blows ass," he settles on, instead, and moves to take the bottle from Cordelia.

It's weird to hear him talk about this. It's no secret that when it comes to the tug of war that is Wes and Gunn on Fred, Cordelia's very firmly on the Englishman's side. Not that she has anything against Gunn, as she loves him almost the same as she does Wesley, but when it comes to Fred? She just can't see her with anyone else but Wesley.

That doesn't mean she doesn't care about Gunn's feelings, though. Far from it. "Well... not like she and Wes are married, Gunn. Maybe you still have a chance?"

Gunn looks back at Cordelia, momentarily startled, before he struggles not to look bitter again. "Missed my chance, Cordy. I might be stupid, but I ain't that stupid. She don't look at me the way she used to." There's something hollow in his voice when he speaks about her, about all of this. He's not broken - he just hasn't had time to heal yet.

He swallows a little thickly, then tosses his head and smiles at her, and while it's not genuine, it's apparent that he's trying at least. "Besides, I've seen lots of pretty faces wandering around here. Pretty stupid to tie myself to someone from back home, right?"

"You're not stupid," she says, quite vehemently. "Anyone who says that will just have to deal with me and kiss my gorgeous ass while getting kicked by my stylish yet affordable shoe." Oh, and she means it, too.

Cordelia studies him for a moment, then shrugs. "It depends," she says. "I mean, I don't think it's stupid, but if you want to move on then... there's really nothing that would stop you. I certainly won't."

Y'know, I didn't even know about that until Spike told me about it.

About what? Him and Buffy and their tragic love story?

Just that they were together, had history.

...how much did Dad tell you about what happened in hell?

Kirk drops into the seat across from her and holds out a hand to silence her. "Hey, middle name use! Keep it down."

You mean the one where he got turned to a human, had a dragon named after me, then eventually figured out that he had to die so the senior partners will have to rewind time to before all of that ever happened?

[ short answer: quite a lot. ]

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oh god i put affects instead of effects, that'll bug me forever

...i didn't even notice that!

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