The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Nox and Godric
What: Drinking!
When: Thursday evening
Where: A bar someplace
Rating: TBD (sorry ladies, no sexiness)


Riding in a cab with Nox, going out drinking with one another... it made Godric feel young, in both a good and a bad way. Here he was, making stupid mistakes and hurting people he cared about, drinking on a weeknight, his life filled with unexpected and soul-crushing angst... it seemed so adolescent. He was beginning to not be entirely sure that he'd taken an antidote to the spell at all.

But it would be fine. Nox was a good friend, and he was a calming presence, and he would be a good listening ear if Godric felt the need to speak. He very much hoped he wouldn't, but the option was there and that in itself was a comfort. Wesley was a fine listener, but he had a habit of getting a little too involved in the story, and often he ended up hitting the vampire because he couldn't believe "what an idiot" he was.

"I wish I had known as a teenager that I would be coming back to this life," he mused idly, watching out the window as the world passed by. "If I had known that regardless of what I did during the duration of the spell I would turn back into who I am now... I think I might have been more... I don't know, adolescent. I didn't have a chance the first time." Turning his head to look at Nox, the vampire quirked an eyebrow. "What about you? Do you think you might cut loose a bit, if given the chance again?"

Who: Garret and Wesley
What: Checking in on the patient
Where: Beverly Hospital
When: Thursday, late day
Rating: PG 13


Wesley had a mission; to search for the elusive Grit and stop his heart from attacking him once more. Good job the healer had medical training as well as expert sleuthing abilities. He'd not known that Garret had had a heart attack until Max had phoned him but now he knew, he was gonna do his best to live up to his promise and get him home safely.

The hospital was missing one doctor's coat when Wesley walked the halls, dapper in white and an ID badge. He was now Dr Graham, a boring name for such a suave medical genius. Picking up some glasses on the way, Wesley found the ward and room Garret was staying in, swooping in with a very nasally, soft voice and disturbing the nurse that was already in there.

"Nurse, that's enough preening for now, go wash socks for some time, go go.... Hoakay, Mister Foss, heart patient." He tutted to himself and shook his head, before looking over his glasses with those brown eyes and keeping the other man's gaze. "Very. Naughty. Boy."

( I'm old. )