The cultivated woman showed through Lilah's features, simple muscle movements, nudged in her facial features; tight lips, inquisitive eyes, stout posture. She acknowledged every detail, and admired them. Not many people could impress her, there had only been her and until recently Cordelia Chase. She hadn't know what made Cordelia so alluring, maybe it was the personality or the witty remarks. It would be hard for her to drive Dean away from a woman like her. Though she imagined a cheap pair of boobs and a little alcohol, maybe she could conspire him into adultery.
"There's also something called a telephone. Most people use it to inform someone they'll be stopping by. Saves time - and bullets." Abel ignored the comment, and proceeded to ravage the contents of Lilah's fridge. She was amazed how remarkably clean and organized it was. There wasn't even one scrap of tubberwear with leftovers contained inside. She grinned greedily when she found a chunk of cheese wrapped in a plastic bag. She pulled the bag open and dumped the cheese on the counter, grabbing herself a sharp knife from the drawer and slicing a huge chunk off that she instantly devoured.
"Some people have actual work to do." That was the exact reason Abel showed up on Lilah's doorstep. Of course, she could of waited until tomorrow at the office to give her all the information she had on Dean Winchester and Cordelia Chase, but what fun would that be?
"As I recall, Abel, you have a fully stocked kitchen of your own. Why do you feel the need to come here and raid mine?" After chowing down half the cheese, she raided the freezer for something frozen and sweet. "I ran out of popsicles," she spoke, grabbing herself a cherry from a box, and unwrapping it, then popping it in her mouth. She sucked slowly, then popped the popsicle out of her mouth so she could speak. "Chill bird. I have info on that guy you lawyers are so keen on. Dean Winchester. Still dating that hot chick with the yams. Cordelia." She couldn't deny if a woman was physically attractive. What was the point of spilling out lies?
"Still dating, of course. Who would of thought a guy who decks out twenty bucks every other week at a nudy bar would go monogamist." She shrugged her arms, pivoting around the kitchen and entering the living room where she glomped down on the sofa. "I talk to her at the coffee shop and she seems to have her heart set on this one. God, don't you hate love birds?"
She studied Lilah's expression, and noticed how wrong she may have been to assume that. Lilah and Wesley never showed up in public together, but she could tell they were inseparable. There was that twinkle in her eyes the last time she barged in here. "Skip that question. Point is were going to need to bring in a classy hooker or get our hands dirty."
The stories she heard of Dean, she doubted it would be long before he cheated. Men were men. They were all needy, desperate, and couldn't stick to one woman long enough. Her own parents were a strong example of that.
"Oh, or maybe you could show a little more cleavage at work. A little wiggle here. I hear he has a thing for older women."