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

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

[ 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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[ location: caritas ]

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

"She didn't have to. She never had to," Gunn says vehemently, suddenly incensed. "She needed to go back up to her room, get some sleep, and let me and Angel help her deal with it in the morning like a rational person. She went to Wes instead, and I can't tell you what went down exactly - other than he jumped at the chance to help her commit murder."

He's leaning forward, hands clenched into tight fists, before he suddenly seems to realize how loud he's being and shakes his head hard, leaning back and relaxing with a shudder.

"Sorry. Look. Can we just talk about something else?"

[ location: caritas ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Cordelia crosses her arms, ready to argue something. There's something that strikes her as patronizing in Gunn's tone - but then she hears that part about committing murder, and, well... that shut her up.

"Sure," she says. The topic made her uncomfortable, anyway. "What do you want to talk about?"