City of Angels

Roger had been saddened when Lilah called him asking if she could stay for a little while at his place, but he wasn't exactly surprised. He knew that things had been getting worse and worse between her and Wesley, although he didn't know what might have happened tonight that finally broke things down. Whatever it was, it had to be pretty awful.

For now, he waited for her to arrive, sitting in the living room with a bottle of her favorite alcohol waiting to be opened.

It had been a series of things over the last several months that had been left to fester for far too long. Roger and Vikki had been just waiting for world war three to explode in the Morgan Wyndam Pryce household. The fighting and arguing had started with little things at first,like Lilah 's drinking,having Roger over 'too' often and Wes ' working too late,his working too much and him not wanting her to work at the office.

All that and several other things had led to their current arguing match tonight. It was pouring rain and Vikki came home to find the house all lit up, but no sign of her parents. She closed the front door and then went searching for at least one of the house staff,there were at least five full time house staff. It took a few moments of searching the vast first floor, before she found one of the maids in the kitchen. She walked over to the girl. "Um, hi are my parents home? " she asked. Before the girl could answer the sound of glass or maybe crystal shattering broke the deafening silence that had settled over the house when Vikki had first come home.


Next there was what Vikki knew was her parents bedroom door slam,then the. yelling started,and Vikki turned to see the maid vanish from the kitchen. Lilah came down the grand front staircase,one suitcase in hand and a still slightly pissed off and bleeding Wes right behind her. It was clear that he 'd gotten hit in the head from the glass whatever, which Vikki was sure had been thrown at him in a fit of anger by her mother. Vikki just watched them from her spot in the doorway to the hall. She 'd never seen her parents so furious with each other that it would cause one of them to leave.

Lilah turned around and looked back at Wes for a second before walking over to the front door, she didn't open it though. She just stood at the door for what seemed like hours to Vikki,but it was only mere minutes. After another minute Lilah sighed and looked at Wesley. "I 'll be at Roger 's." She turned to leave and opened the front door. The only sound was the pouring rain outside, as Vikki kept quiet just watching them. She didn't dare get in between them after the noise
she had heard earlier. She was dying to find out what the hell had happened. She was pretty sure her grandparents on both sides had been part of the fight,because they usually were.

Deciding to find a way to meet the new guy that Victoria was dating, I waited around with Lilah to catch her coming in with him sometime soon. Luckily she had went out on a date with him (although I can't imagine what passes as a date with someone like that), so all we had to do was wait outside for her to get home. This should certainly make for an interesting evening.

Luckily for him but sadly for my shotgun, he actually managed to get Victoria home on time. "So, you must be the boyfriend," I said, looking him over as he parked his bike.

About two weeks after Angel and crew crashed our party,I was home getting a massage when our butler came up to our bedroom and knocked on the door. I sighed before telling him he could come in. When he came in I let the masseuse keep doing their job. When the butler told me who was at the front door, I sighed and told the masseuse he could leave,and told the butler to show our guest in and have her wait in the front hall. About twenty minutes later I was dressed and looking like perfection,when I walked downstairs and met Cordelia Chase in the living room. "Why are you here?" I asked her as I sat down on the sofa across from her.

It had been my intention to avoid Angel and the rest of his group for as long as I could, but that didn't seem possible. Lilah and I were asked by Wolfram & Hart to represent them at a company function, some fancy dress ball that the mayor was putting them together. It was a high honor for them to ask us, although we didn't realize that Cordelia was going to get a vision of the mayor and that he was holding some girl hostage in his basement. Like that's MY fault.

Lilah and I were having a conversation with the mayor and his wife when I heard some commotion outside. I looked at Lilah. "Did you hear something?" I asked her, worried that maybe someone was trying to crash the party. This was not a good sign.

Wes and I had planned to go out for a nice evening out. Everything went well until we happened to run into Fred. She claimed she just had to talk to Wes about his feud with Angel. He told her he had nothing to discuss,but she kept insisting and since it was Fred he caved of course and they went off together to talk,because heaven forbid he talk to her about it around me.

Once that was all done we were driving home when I decided to ask him about it. "So what did she really want?" I asked as he drove us home.

I wasn't terribly thrilled with Lilah hiring a new pool boy, but it was something that I had to put up with. We had a pool, and I'm fairly certain that, in LA, they do not make fat and ugly pool cleaners, so I'm stuck with the one she hired. What I'd like for him to do is actually just clean up the pool and leave, but he never does just that. He likes to hang around, talk with the latest maid, talk with Lilah...it's starting to get on my nerves.

I come home from an early day at the office (a rare and lucky thing) only to find the pool boy here again talking with Lilah while she lays out by the in the sun by the pool in a tiny bikini. After changing into some lighter clothing, I go out there as well. "How's your day been?" I asked her.

Mom and Dad think I've gone to Angel's,but I just told mom that to piss her off. Instead I went to the one person that I knew wouldn't greet me and then send me straight back home. I went to my Uncle Roger's, sure he's not *really* my uncle,but he might as well be. He's known Mom for like ever and he's the coolest gay man I've ever known. Dad doesn't like him too much,but Mom just says it's because he's British. Personally I think he doesn't like Uncle Roger,because he always takes Mom's side in a fight and whenever he's over Mom spends more time with him than with Dad.

So after my fight with Mom I took a cab and went across town to see him. had a key and everything,so when I got to the door I just took my key out and unlocked the door,before walking into the house. "Uncle Roger!" I called as I walked further into the hallway and closed the door behind me.

Dealing with my life is something that occasionally gets more and more trying every day. Today I woke up to find out that Angel had tried to set fire to the gardens in my yard in some petty effort to...well, I'm not even sure what he was trying to do, other than piss me off. I've now made it so that it will be much harder for him to get the blood that he needs to live.

Being the CEO of Wolfram & Hart can be annoying at times, but it's the life that I've chosen. Or it was chosen for me. Sometimes it's hard to tell. After the fallout with stealing Connor, I eventually chose to do just what Lilah asked, and joined Wolfram & Hart and, over the last twenty years, I've managed to do rather well for myself, even if the world around me seems to be falling in on itself a little. I'm not too sure what to make of that.

Angel and the others, well, what's left of them, seem to be intent upon trying to make my existence a living nightmare, as much as they can, anyway. Doing as much as they can basically equates to doing things like petty larceny. I'm not sure exactly what that is supposed to accomplish, other than getting on my nerves.

Of course, things only get better as the day goes on. I come home from the office to find out that Lilah and my daughter, Victoria, has run away from home. Although Lilah and I both love her dearly, she can be a bit trying at times. I suppose she takes after her mother that way.

"Do you know where she's gone to?" I asked Lilah. She was sitting in the living room nursing a glass of Scotch when I arrived. Now I work longer hours than her, so I tend to come home much later than she does.