Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. It's very sad. All credit for the characters goes to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Not me. Damn.
Distribution: Are you kidding? I'd go insane with joy. Just tell me where, so I can watch and gloat.
Author's Notes: Angel hears Parker in a bar. Not exactly a complicated plot, but I really just wanted to explore what's going through Angel's head. Send feedback with love, and cherries on top!
Angel sat at the bar, waiting, face shadowed and unreadable. By the three empty glasses sitting in front of him though, one might assume something was wrong, that if that face came out of the darkness that caressed it, sadness or even anger would linger in his eyes, behind the alcohol haze and cigarette smog that hovered over the dark wooden bar. It had been a long day and there would be one just as long tomorrow, and the day after that. These days were always long, and they always
"A girl?"
His head jerked up, reflexes too fast to be human. As his face emerged from the shadows that had cradled it, the bartender repeated,
"A girl? It's always a girl."
A deep voice rumbled from the man, "I though it was a myth. That bartenders do the sympathy, wise mentor act."
"Nope, not this one."
They lapsed into silence, one man waiting for the other to break and tell his pain, use the alcohol and the company to ease the burning ache that told him to run back to the woman with the silky, blonde hair and vanilla scent that had enchanted him. Angel opened his mouth and then heard
A voice. A word. A name. His vampire senses zoomed in, forgetting, ignoring the clatter of voices
(the name)
a laugh. There was silence in Angel's head, and he heard
(her name)
the voice- a man's voice? please, no, please, no, please
"She was good- great even, I mean, talk about stamina..."
no, please, no, it's someone else he's talking about so roughly, no, no,
a new voice, "Dude, that's awesome. Think I could be her shoulder to cry on, now that you've moved here? SunnyD's not too far away, and she sounds easy, if she'd fall for your act..."
No! no, no, no mine, mine, no, not mine anymore, you stupid fuck, you left her and he's touched her,
(mine)
with those big ugly hands and she was Mine, she was mine, and she will never forgive me
(heaven hath no rage like a love to hate turned; nor hell no fury like a woman scorned)
and I could be touching her but I can't, she's moved on
"So any ways, it was fun, and I'd have loved to go again, but she was already thinking that there was some kind of commitment, so I had to get out quick. I mean..."
here a chuckle
"could you really see me in a relationship?"
Distribution: Are you kidding? I'd go insane with joy. Just tell me where, so I can watch and gloat.
Author's Notes: Angel hears Parker in a bar. Not exactly a complicated plot, but I really just wanted to explore what's going through Angel's head. Send feedback with love, and cherries on top!
Angel sat at the bar, waiting, face shadowed and unreadable. By the three empty glasses sitting in front of him though, one might assume something was wrong, that if that face came out of the darkness that caressed it, sadness or even anger would linger in his eyes, behind the alcohol haze and cigarette smog that hovered over the dark wooden bar. It had been a long day and there would be one just as long tomorrow, and the day after that. These days were always long, and they always
"A girl?"
His head jerked up, reflexes too fast to be human. As his face emerged from the shadows that had cradled it, the bartender repeated,
"A girl? It's always a girl."
A deep voice rumbled from the man, "I though it was a myth. That bartenders do the sympathy, wise mentor act."
"Nope, not this one."
They lapsed into silence, one man waiting for the other to break and tell his pain, use the alcohol and the company to ease the burning ache that told him to run back to the woman with the silky, blonde hair and vanilla scent that had enchanted him. Angel opened his mouth and then heard
A voice. A word. A name. His vampire senses zoomed in, forgetting, ignoring the clatter of voices
(the name)
a laugh. There was silence in Angel's head, and he heard
(her name)
the voice- a man's voice? please, no, please, no, please
"She was good- great even, I mean, talk about stamina..."
no, please, no, it's someone else he's talking about so roughly, no, no,
a new voice, "Dude, that's awesome. Think I could be her shoulder to cry on, now that you've moved here? SunnyD's not too far away, and she sounds easy, if she'd fall for your act..."
No! no, no, no mine, mine, no, not mine anymore, you stupid fuck, you left her and he's touched her,
(mine)
with those big ugly hands and she was Mine, she was mine, and she will never forgive me
(heaven hath no rage like a love to hate turned; nor hell no fury like a woman scorned)
and I could be touching her but I can't, she's moved on
"So any ways, it was fun, and I'd have loved to go again, but she was already thinking that there was some kind of commitment, so I had to get out quick. I mean..."
here a chuckle
"could you really see me in a relationship?"