021 ♬ video; we're creatures of the wind and wild is the wind

[deformiwhats]

--disappears, leaving me like this. And I don't even know if anyone of the mustache-twirling variety told Wesley to tell me. He's switched sides, no? I need a scorecard is what I need. Holy wow, I am going to be hung over tomorrow. But still, poor Wesley. Hell, poor Wesley, poor Angel, poor Spike, poor everyone. I thought Fred was the victim, but when all is said and done, she wins. She's in heaven.

She's not with her loved ones.

Heaven without your loved ones isn't heaven.

You sing a lot of gibberish, ladies, but sometimes you stumble onto a-- [waitaminute this isn't the Silverlake diner] Hey! Oh no, not fair, chickadees. You can't just leave me hanging at the biggest cliffhanger ever! I have to help him-- put me back right now or I'll... Oh, who am I kidding? There's nothing I can do.

[He gets up, a bit of weight on his shoulders, and shuffles out the door.]


[ooc: Italic = lines from canon, colors are minor characters. Lorne's back, baby! He's dressed to the nines (yes, please lol at the TIARA and cape because he's serious), hanging out with some serious spoilers. Probe at your own risk.]

Comments

voice; \o/

[undoing.livejournal.com]

You and me both.

[ angel doesn't drink. liam was an alcoholic. no need for him to indulge that. but a drink? he could probably use in the wake of this knowledge. ]

voice;

[deformiwhats.livejournal.com]

My treat, peaches. Wherever you want to go, but I'm partial to the Lux.

[Meaning he's already there, and were he human he'd be much less coherent.]

I've got a long running tab as it is. Should have its own zip code by now.