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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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"Ten pounds? Oh, you're so on. First one to puke gets to be the other's slave for life?" She raises a hand and calls out for an Extra to bring them another round of drinks.

"Blonde--oh, you mean Spike." Cordelia shrugs. "Yep. Angel's brain is like stuck in circa 19-Buffy. You and I? Practically non-existent to him." And that actually hurts like hell, but she'll deal with it.

Gunn folds his hands on the table and looks at her skeptically, ready to tell her no way, is she crazy? but then the extras bring the drinks and he's sold. "Fine. Just don't blame me when you're too hungover to walk tomorrow."

He picks up a drink and points it at her briefly before commenting. "Deja vu. You remember who everyone is and then Angel loses it. Told you this place sucks."

"And don't blame me when you're on your knees scrubbing my floor. Cheers!" ...aaaaand there goes glass number one.

"Had a glitch like that before," Cordelia shares, wiping her mouth with her sleeve and slamming the glass on the table. "I... was all amnesiac and stuff. Not pretty. I think I nearly drove Angel insane and Wes into an apoplectic fit."

...oh god, Wes. Cordelia shoots Gunn a look, wondering if he knows Wes's condition right now.

Wes's condition? He has no idea, but he does toss back his own glass to match Cordelia's, pulling another face. "Keep talkin', Cordy," he eggs her on slightly, licking his lips and slumping back a little into the seat.

"Thought only computers got glitches," he muttered, more to himself than Cordelia, but his eyes ticked up to her at the mention of Angel and Wes. "Well, Angel's dealt with it before, and Wes deserves whatever he gets." There's a bitter twist to his mouth as he says Wesley's name, and he reaches for the second drink.

Oh, that last sentence heckles Cordelia's nerves, or however non-drunk people phrase it nowadays.

"Don't say that," she says, glaring at Gunn now. "About Wes. Don't ever say that to me again."

Gunn's expression is clearly confused before his face relaxes into a something slack and desperately trying to be neutral. He's not really good with 'neutral.'

"Right. Guess you came here before all that went down."

"Aliens sucked me in just right after my birthday," she reminds him. "Which I think is a good thing, since I heard everything went to hell shortly after." Cordelia studies her glass for some time before looking up at him.

"And I think I missed the memo that says you and Wes aren't friends anymore. Care to brief me a bit on that?"

Edited 2010-07-17 01:03 (UTC)

"Lot of stuff happens, Cordy. Hard to keep it straight sometimes, even if I was there for all of it." Gunn taps his temple with the tips of his index and middle fingers, but falls silent when she asks why. He has to deliberate for a moment, shoulders drawn up.

"He didn't trust us. Kidnapped Connor, got him tossed into a hell dimension. And - other stuff." Tried to help Fred kill her teacher, for one, but he's not going to go into that now, and instead ticks his eyes up to her. "Haven't really spoken to him much since I got here, and to tell you the truth, I'm not sure if I wanna. Figure I'll have to eventually, though, so.. we'll see."

"Well, you might want to sooner than later," she says, eying her drink with a stony expression. "All that stuff about Wes kidnapping Connor and whatever other stupid thing he's done... I've heard about it. He hasn't. The Wes here is from before all that happened."

Sighing, she takes the drink and gulps it all down. "And--and did I mention that Wes is pretty much in a coma right now?"

Gunn isn't the best person in the world when it comes to handling moral dilemmas. This Wesley - the Wesley here - had never kidnapped Connor or any of those other things that made Gunn's gut wrench. Did that mean he wouldn't, if given the chance? Was it right to punish someone for something they'd done in another dimension?

His head hurt.

He nods when Cordelia gulps down her own drink, taking a harsh pull from his own, and when he drops the glass to the table, his expression is conflicted. "Yeah? Is it serious?" As if there are non-serious comas.

Cordelia raises a brow at the question. "Well, some surgery was done to his brain, and it's not like he's up and about and reading something about evil demons and aliens right now since he's, you know, busy with being unconscious as all hell, so yeah! I'm betting it is!"

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.

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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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