Who - Lindsey McDonald and Cordelia Chase What - Snarking and Bourbon, maybe a song if she's really lucky Where - Lawrence City Library then a bar nearby When - After their conversation on the boards Rating - TBD Status - In progress
He wasn't entirely sure how he'd wound up going for drinks with Angel's little sidekick prom princess. But here he was all the same on the way to pick her up from the library. Then he supposed there’d be sarcasm, lots of it, and what was wrong with his suits anyway, least he didn’t look like a throwback to the fifties like Angel. He just hated the damn suits, the corporate life had never suited him like it had Lilah. As it happened now he wasn’t wearing a suit, he looked more like the Oklahoma boy he’d been once upon a long ago, he’d been ready to fight, ready to take down the Black Thorn and then who knew what would come. Angel had a choice to make when it came to what happened after. He wanted what was due him.
Of course Angel didn’t know that here. Which he couldn’t deny was useful.
It seemed in the minds of those here that knew him, his story ended when he left LA seemingly never to return. And maybe it was harkening back to the old days but he wasn’t gonna fill in the gaps. Why should he? Wasn’t gonna lie either but they didn’t know the rest, faking the prophesy to include Spike, playing at being Doyle, Eve. How it had all gone so messily wrong. The holding dimension. Getting sent there, getting out. That was for them to figure out. He supposed if Gunn showed up ever then the guy would have reason to at the very least punch him out for the choice he’d had to make to stay behind. Because of information Lindsey had that they needed. Gunn had become his way out.
Another story he supposed he could tell them.
But he wasn’t here to fill in the gaps of their future. They remembered him from probably a good point. Why rock the boat?
He rounded the corner toward the library, having passed at least two places on the way they could quite happily pass a few hours drinking, bitching and maybe he might sing something. He’d need to find a guitar here, and some way to earn money, though looking over contracts for that Crowley guy, could prove profitable for the time being at least. Oh he’d fight in their war, but he might as well earn a bit while doing so.
Reaching the steps leading up to the building he remembered passing once or twice before, Lindsey looked around for the woman he was here to meet. He supposed in a weird way it made a twisted sense. Stuck in a future apocalyptic world fighting the ultimate battle against Lucifer himself, what else was he gonna do to start out with but take Cordelia Chase out for a drink.