Story Notes: Set in Season 5 of Angel. Water cooler gossip.
A/N: I'm hopped up on cold meds and suffering from lack of sleep for the last two days so I'm sure there are a lot of things that seemed like a good idea at the time that will turn out to be a 'what the heck was I thinking' once I come back down. Apologies to all for any grammatical errors or just plain wrongness. Feedback is always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never gonna be mine. Not making a profit here either.
Several covert looks were exchanged and there was a smattering of muted laughter from the people sitting around the conference table. They had been discussing Angel's recent and almost unprecedented good mood.
"Nina, huh?" Spike shoved his hands in his front pockets and rocked back on his heels. "Can't say as I didn't see it comin'. The old man always did go for the small and the blonde, obsessive bastard."
Gunn looked up from his legal brief. He ran his eyes over Spike; feet to head and back again. "And again with the stories we really don't wanna hear about."
