Cordelia Chase (imthedip) wrote in _intotheabyss_, @ 2011-11-22 23:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | allen francis doyle, cordelia chase, spike |
This isn't happening...
WHO: Cordelia, Spike and later Doyle
WHAT: It's been a long time coming. ;D
WHEN: Evening, after this
WHERE: Around the corner from the restaurant
STATUS: Incomplete
Although Doyle had been quick to make excuses for her spazzing out, Cordelia was still thoroughly humiliated. Hair disheveled, dress wrinkled and stained with red wine: what a sight! Much to her chagrin, the vision thing didn't seem to get any easier with time. She had held onto Doyle tightly as they exited the restaurant, avoiding eye contact with any of the other patrons. Regardless of the pain, there was comfort in his presence. Not that she looked forward to any future visions 'The Powers That Be' decided to send her way, but she hoped that he'd be there when she did get blindsided again.
She knew that they had to help the girl from her vision, but that selfish side of her couldn't help feeling annoyed. Couldn't the universe let them enjoy their first date? She tried to reassure herself that there would be plenty of other dates, hopefully uninterrupted ones!
Outside, she took a few deep breaths, hoping it would help the throbbing headache that lingered as a result of the vision. Doyle had taken the lead in contacting Wesley, which Cordy was grateful for. While he filled Wes in, she decided to head back to the car... intent on closing her eyes for a few minutes if possible. Leaning against the car's hood, she rustled around in her bag while trying to find the keys and possibly, some aspirin. This proved to be a frustrating task, due to her wooziness and the sudden dimness of the street light overhead. She let out an exasperated sigh and glared up at the malfunctioning light. "Oh, give me a freakin' break already!"