Who: Angel and Cordy What: Reunion When: Backdated to last night, after his arrival Where: Hyperion Hotel Rating: TBD Status: Thread; incomplete.
Angel was on the boards. Angel was on the boards!</i> That meant he was in L.A., and from what she had gathered, the Hyperion, more specifically. She took the time used when they exchanged virtual life updates to primp shamelessly. Not much—a squirt of hairspray here, a fresh coat of mascara, a spritz of perfume on her wrists and neck. Cordy knew full well what she was doing, and as hard as she might have liked to deny it to herself, she couldn’t bring herself to care. The important thing was that Angel was here.
When their conversation seemed to wrap itself up, she all but flew from her room, making a bolt for the lobby with the pure intention of throwing herself into her best friend’s arms. It took a moment for her to realize, once she stood at its center with a preemptive grin fixed on her face, that he was nowhere in sight. A jaunt into the kitchen, then the office likewise proved fruitless, and by the time she took to sprinting the hallways of the Hotel, Cordelia was tired, out of breath, and maybe even a little pouty.
Her quest was forcibly stopped in her tracks when she found herself rounding a corner, and connecting sharply with another human being. An ‘oof!’ escaped her, the scowl deepening. “Sorry, Angel.” She balked, taking a stumbling step backward and waving her index finger at him accusingly.