gorysortofstory | Reignited Sparks verse

Sometimes, she missed the Hyperion. She'd never admit it, because that would open a whole other ball of worms (she was not going to admit she missed Angel in any form, if he wanted to chase after Darla and screw the mission, so be it) but she did. At least the hotel was beginning to smell nice. Their new little office? Not so much. Maybe someday...if they ever got any actual well paying clients. Or clients at all.

She hadn't had a vision in over a week. And the phones weren't exactly ringing. So for now? Cordelia was sitting at the desk, flipping through her latest issue of People magazine. Sure, she could be filing, or doing something more productive, but that wasn't exactly her style.

Besides, how else was she going to keep track of which hot actors were still single?

It was just her and Wes in the office at the moment, Gunn had business with his crew to attend to. Wes had been acting pretty off in the past few days, but she wasn't giving it much thought. They had all been having a rough time of it lately.

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"It's a hard sort of life for most people to stand by," Cordelia said in agreement. "I guess I can't blame her for that." She still remembered all too well how much it had hurt seeing Doyle die, and they hadn't even had the chance to be anything yet.

She took another moment before standing up in a matter of fact sort of way. "But moping isn't going to make our lives less depressing. We should go out."

Wesley didn't want to mope but he was still having trouble moving on from his depression. Still, for Cordy's sake, he didn't want to dwell on the sad parts of their life. It wasn't productive either. They'd chosen this life, for better or worse. He honestly couldn't imagine doing anything differently. Perhaps one day they'd find someone who could stand by their chosen lifestyle.

"What are you suggesting? Need I remind you that neither of us are particularly flush right now." Still, he could probably manage a few drinks if they were frugal.

"Just going out for a few drinks. Maybe if we look extra pathetic, the Host will give us some for free." Not likely, but worth a shot. And if nothing else, Cordelia wasn't beyond flirting with a few guys to score them drinks.

"Plus, we could keep our ears open for anything that might be caselike. It could serve a lot of purposes."

"You do have a point," he admitted, smiling faintly. "If nothing else, we'll be in an environment where cases might abound." He decided to step away from the chair completely. Leave it behind, even. It was something of a first step, but tonight seemed the perfect opportunity to push himself a little. To try to shed the old and embrace the new.

"Let's go. I'll drive us there."

It was good to see him smile, if only a little bit. It was a start. She grabbed her jacket, pulling it on. It'll be nice to go out. She almost never went out anymore. It's not like she exactly had a life designed for an active social life anymore.

"Let's go, then"

It didn't take long to get there. Once they walked inside, the host descended upon them.

"Mi amigos. To what do I owe this pleasure? Where's your chocolate compadre by the way? Flying duo tonight, are we?"

Lorne was aware of the situation and how Angel had abandoned them, so his attempt at tact was appreciated.

"We're here to unwind actually. But if there's some tips you can give us, we'll certainly appreciate it. Even if we have to sing."

Wesley had the karaoke menu in hand, which he handed off to Cordelia. It was probably time to order a stiff drink.

"Yes, we'd definitely appreciate any tips you could send our way," Cordelia agreed, flashing the host a bit of am awkward forced smile before she took the menu from Wesley. She followed him towards the bar, intent on ordering herself a drink before anything else.

"Oh, I can see that." Lorne murmured, fluttering his hand and accepting the drink being handed to him by one of the bartenders. "I don't need my ability to suss out what's really going on when it counts." He looked them both up and down. "Are we a duo or two single acts tonight?"

"Single acts, I think." She glanced over at Wes, grinning a little. "Unless you feel like tackling another Queen song, but it almost feels wrong without Gunn."

"Let me get copious amounts of alcohol in me first and then I'll let you know. In fact, I'm not sure I'm drunk enough to even be having this conversation." He was downing his whiskey sour very quickly.

"Ouch. That bad, huh? Well, my chickadees, I am banning hang-dog looks tonight. I wanna see some major unwinding happening at this table, pronto, and that's an order. The next round's on the house." Lorne gave them both 'buck up' pats on the shoulder and then shifted away, moving to greet other patrons.

Wesley eyed his drink, then turned to face Cordelia, trying to get into the spirit of things. "So, have you decided what you want to sing yet?"

Cordelia shrugged her shoulders a little, sipping at her margarita. "I hadn't quite decided yet. I figured I'd drink a little first, and then see where the night takes me."

It had worked well enough last time, well, more or less anyways. Though she didn't plan on getting quite that drunk again, if she could help it.

"That's an excellent approach." He tried to lean against their tabletop in a more relaxed fashion. "It appears that our ploy to look 'extra pathetic' worked." There's irony lacing his tone, however, because he's uncertain just how much of it is faked at present. As much as he doesn't want to appear desperate for direction, he can't shake that feeling of being more adrift than he would like to be. Hopefully it will pass. He glances around, looking to see if there are any potential clients.

"Well, it's not like we had to try very hard, did we?" She said, in her bluntly honest sort of way. These days, they kind of were extra pathetic. She follows his eyes as he looked around.

"See anything promising?"

"Not yet," Wes admitted, "but the night is still young. Perhaps if we work the room a bit later." That came out wrong. "You know, mingle, strike up a few conversations, see if anyone's having problems of the sort we can handle." A Svarketh demon was sort of giving him the eye, but he didn't know if it was just because the species tended to have a wandering third eye in general.

"Of course, even when we decide to take a night out for relaxation and fun, work is somehow involved."

The tone is somewhat teasing though. Cordelia knows it's necessary, and if anyone's good at working a room. She can actually be downright aggressive sometimes when she's trying to market their little agency.

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