Who: Buffy Summers and Angel What: Discussions When: Shortly after their conversation Where: Buffy's apartment Rating: Probably at least PG Status: Incomplete
Half slamming her cellphone down on her bed- thankfully it wasn't something hard, and ignoring the rest of the incoming bitchiness from miss 'I'm his Seer' crap, she stood up with an annoyed huff. Cordelia had managed to piss her off- as per usual, and that wasn't how she wanted to go into meeting Angel. She wanted to be calm, and level headed, because this Angel hadn't done anything. But of course someone had to step in, and make things worse.
She'd give anything to just be Angel's ex. Apparently the Powers had different plans.
The slayer slowed, and then came to a stop, closing her eyes and taking slow, deep breaths, calming her nerves and cooling her jets. Miss Seer wasn't worth the effort. Not when it came to this. If Angel wanted to fill Cordelia in on it later, he could. But right now it wasn't her business. If she really wanted to know, she could pick up the comic book and read.
All she could say was thank god she had never made it that far in her reality. Maybe, for just this once, being taken to another dimension wasn't so bad. If it stopped them for potentially destroying the human race.
Walking out of her room, she headed down the stairs, slowly, taking her time. When she landed into the main living, or tv area, she began to pace, fingers knotting into her hair as she tried to figure out where to even begin.