Reignited Sparks verse

[visiongirl]

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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[demonologist]

"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?"

[visiongirl]

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.

[demonologist]

"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.

[visiongirl]

"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?"

[demonologist]

"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.

[visiongirl]

"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.