Lindsey McDonald (morallydamaged) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-20 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | faith lehane, george lass, lindsey mcdonald, selene |
Who: Lindsey McDonald and [Open to multiple threads]
When: Late evening
Where: Chubb's Pub
What: Drinking
Rating: TBD
Chubb's Pub was still the well kept secret it had been when Lindsey had first started working at Wolfram and Hart. It was a small bar with a warm atmosphere, not as trendy as the upscale bars and clubs that populated the area but far from being considered a dive. The bar's owner could always be counted on for a good conversation, recounting his days as a journalist and never seemed to run out of stories, or advice for that matter. It was one of the many reasons Lindsey preferred it to the usual hang out of many of the firm's employees.
But tonight Lindsey wasn't in the mood for conversation or even advice. The CEO had several thought processes carrying on at once, the threads crossing each other like a spider's web and seeming to continue on infinitely. The majority belonged to his work, thinking of the mess that had dominated the meeting room in his office. Angel Investigations had changed to an extreme where Lindsey knew either nothing or a little more than nothing about its members. That meant more research, more planning. He'd never met a challenge he hadn't enjoyed before but this one was proving to be a difficult one at that.
Then there was his personal life. Holland Manners had once commented on Lindsey's inability to form healthy attachments after he'd become so enamored with Darla, he hadn't given a damn once she'd been revamped by Drusilla. Deny it as he would now, there was still a part of him that felt attraction towards her and hated Angel all the more for the manipulation she'd done to get him back, which had included using Lindsey himself. Now with her return to Los Angeles, with her unsouled wonder boy in tow, he had to deal with that along with his complicated feelings for Cathy. He'd never felt that way around anyone, not even Eve, before.
Lindsey tilted his head back, draining the last of the whiskey from the glass and set it on the bar with a quiet thud. The bartender came over to fill up the glass as Lindsey pulled out his wallet to find a bill to pay him with. Finally he tossed a fifty on the bar. "Round for everyone at the counter," he told the tender before sliding the glass back his way.