exdemon: with: Xander ($ Sexual intercourse.)
Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins ([personal profile] exdemon) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2010-09-04 06:46 pm

I [Holo] Finding myself making every possible mistake

"—sexual intercourse, I've said it like a dozen… Xander?" Anya frowns. Xander's basement is far from a pleasant place, but it is somewhat less metallic and plus, there is Xander and juice boxes and she's pretty sure from the way he'd been staring at her that he was going to end up engaging in coitus with her, except now he's gone.

She crosses her arms and frowns. "This isn't funny! Where are you, Xander? Is this because you're friends with the Slayer? Because I don't think it's fair that I suffer just because you guys keep pissing off very powerful evil forces."

As it becomes clearer and clearer that Xander is not here, and the demon behind this is not making itself known, she shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably.

"Hello? Anyone?" She glances around, looking sulky. "I'm getting cold."

[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[identity profile] glowingseer.livejournal.com 2010-09-05 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
"That's because some men are dogs. They very rarely think with their brains." Not all men, thankfully - and it seems like those in her LA group are exempted from this seemingly innate trait in men. Mostly.

Cordelia leads the way to the train station. It was faster and healthier, considering they could get at the hotel quickly lest Harold Saxon is vested in following Anya around. They arrive in Speares, and make their way to the Hyperion Hotel.

She opens the door to the lobby. "You can stay here for a while," Cordelia offers. "Angel owns this place but I doubt he'll mind. Or if he does, I'll just talk him out of minding it."

[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[identity profile] glowingseer.livejournal.com 2010-09-05 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Angel's Angel, thank you. He's his own person, in case you didn't notice." She can't help but snap, but Cordelia reigns in her irritation because technically that really was how Angel was identified by almost everyone in Sunnydale: Buffy's Angel. "But... yeah. Same guy, give or take a few social skills."

[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[identity profile] glowingseer.livejournal.com 2010-09-05 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
She waves that away. "Trust me. It's totally fine, since we have like a million rooms. Although, if you want I think you can also stay in Buffy's castle? You have to ask her about it, though, considering, well, it's her castle."

[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[identity profile] glowingseer.livejournal.com 2010-09-05 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Actually it's a 'future' thing. As in it happens in yours and my future, which happens to be Buffy's present." Cordelia goes to sit on the red couch in the lobby. "Guess you're in for a few surprises, since most of the other people here are ahead of us."

[ location: hyperion hotel ]

[identity profile] glowingseer.livejournal.com 2010-09-05 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Cordelia has no ready answer for that. How does one say, 'actually, Xander's going to fall in love with Buffy's sister at some point in the future' to a woman determined to have sex with the said guy? So Cordelia does the smart thing: focus on something else entirely.

She crosses her arms. "He's bad news. Way bad. I don't know why he volunteered to get you-- can you tell me what he said to you, exactly?"

[ location: hyperion hotel ] BUT I DID

[identity profile] glowingseer.livejournal.com 2010-09-06 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"I doubt he even knows who Xander is," Cordelia says, shaking her head. "He's probably trying to get you to trust him, though - which, in and of itself, is dumb. If you value your life? Don't."