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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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Cordelia lowers the bottle and glances up. "Oh hey, Tiberius! What's up? How are you?" She gives him a full blown grin that's just too bright and big to be sincere. "What are you doing here?"

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

She shrugs. "Sorry. What can I say? I open my mouth, your middle name comes out. Can't help it." Cordelia's smile becomes more authentic as she says, "Seriously, I'm glad you're here, though. I could use a friendly face right about now, actually."

He points at her. "People start making Colosseum jokes in my direction, I'm blaming you." Kirk grins in response to the smile, but frowns at her words. "...why, something up?"

Cordelia opens her mouth to say something along the lines of 'Angel's in love with Buffy again' - but then she remembers that the guy's just broken up with the Slayer, and putting another vampire on the plate with Spike might not be the wise thing to do right now.

"My... other friend is really sick," she says instead. Which is a huge chunk of why she's drinking, too. "Something happened to him while they were exploring the tunnels."

"Something happened to someone down there?" This was news to Kirk. He'd stayed behind, did what he could with sacrificing pieces of the ship that hadn't been working for much to the shelters set up for the people who remained in the city.

She nods, then grabs her bottle - but doesn't drink from it yet. "Yeah. Wesley. Not sure if... have you met him?" Cordelia shakes her head. "Anyway. Not really sure what exactly happened but... when they came back to the city, Wesley was..." In a coma. Somehow, the words just can't come out. She swallows heavily, then finishes with, "...unconscious."

Kirk shakes his head. "Nope." What goes unsaid is that he has kind of been making a point to keep away from anyone (well, most) who have connections to Buffy. It's his nature, that knee-jerk reaction to run in the face of emotional intensity on a level he's not entirely sure how to handle. He called it quits to take a break so she could sort out her head, though by now he was doubting things were going to be playing in his favor.

He'd be lying to himself if he didn't say he was disappointed and deeply hurt, but at least things had ended on his own terms and not by hers, as those he was that close to often did. His father died, his mother got a deep space assignment, brother ran away from home... Detachment from attachments was easier when he was the one severing the connection.

And back to the topic at hand.

"Unconscious. Is he...still unconscious?"

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

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[ location: caritas ] /gets caught up on tags i missed while on crap dsl.

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