Title: Salubrious
Author: Jodie/JoBelle
Email: me@jodie.tv
Disclaimer: Joss owns all I just get em drunk and screw with em. Hm...okay that didn't sound right *G*
Author's Notes: I'm in the middle of writer's block, my local station just reran 'Epiphany' and my word of the day email sent me the word salubrious. How could I not? *G*
Setting: Post Epiphany Pre whatever the ep right after it was called :)
"Wesley? Are you drunk?!" Cordelia exclaimed incredulously, striding into Caritas and catching sight of her coworker almost drowning in his drink. With a nod of thanks at the Host for the call she turned to Wesley.
The young brit hoisted himself up to his full height with much difficulty and attempted a dignified expression. "I'll havshoo know Corrrrrrrrrrrdeeeeeliaaaaaaa that a good drink is quite shalubriousssssss ever' now and then."
"And I'll have you know that this is a Prada and if you puke on it I will kill you." She replied evenly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Come on Wes, let's go home before you start using even bigger words. I swear you're the only person I know whose vocabulary increases with his intake of alcohol." She said with a reluctant smile, slipping an arm around his waist to aid in his staying upright.
"There now, all tucked in your bed." She said with a small smile at the inebriated ex watcher, his blue eyes bright with alcohol and pain.
"Corwdy?" He said softly, the alcohol slurring his words. "Why'm I such a screw up?" he questioned, looking all of ten at the moment.
"Ah Wes." She ruffled his hair, removing his glasses. "You're not that much of a screw up." the seer replied, lightly stroking his stubbled cheek.
"Then why'd Furginia leave me?" he asked sounding so lost and alone.
"Because you called her Furginia?" Cordy guessed earning herself a confused and hurt look from Wesley. With a sigh she sat on the bed next to him. "Virginia couldn't deal with dating a real life hero Wes. Someone who puts himself on the line for other people even if that means he's in danger and you, you're a hero Wes. Wes?"
She looked down to find the blue eyes closed in slumber or perhaps just plain unconsciousness and shook her head. It had been a while since she'd had any one slaughter her name like that, or pass out on her, with a wistful sigh she thought of Doyle and his Angela's Ashes populated by the Rubbles. No one but Dennis knew of the copy of that book she kept in her nightstand drawer, or how many times she'd reread it especially in the weeks following Doyle's death and her demon pregnancy. Standing up she ran a hand through Wes' hair one last time, kissing him on the forehead before exiting the room. She'd stay on his couch tonight just to make sure he survived the hangover in the morning, but only so she could yell at him for getting drunk and make him pay her back for the cab fare from Caritas. After all what were friends for?
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Author: Jodie/JoBelle
Email: me@jodie.tv
Disclaimer: Joss owns all I just get em drunk and screw with em. Hm...okay that didn't sound right *G*
Author's Notes: I'm in the middle of writer's block, my local station just reran 'Epiphany' and my word of the day email sent me the word salubrious. How could I not? *G*
Setting: Post Epiphany Pre whatever the ep right after it was called :)
"Wesley? Are you drunk?!" Cordelia exclaimed incredulously, striding into Caritas and catching sight of her coworker almost drowning in his drink. With a nod of thanks at the Host for the call she turned to Wesley.
The young brit hoisted himself up to his full height with much difficulty and attempted a dignified expression. "I'll havshoo know Corrrrrrrrrrrdeeeeeliaaaaaaa that a good drink is quite shalubriousssssss ever' now and then."
"And I'll have you know that this is a Prada and if you puke on it I will kill you." She replied evenly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Come on Wes, let's go home before you start using even bigger words. I swear you're the only person I know whose vocabulary increases with his intake of alcohol." She said with a reluctant smile, slipping an arm around his waist to aid in his staying upright.
"There now, all tucked in your bed." She said with a small smile at the inebriated ex watcher, his blue eyes bright with alcohol and pain.
"Corwdy?" He said softly, the alcohol slurring his words. "Why'm I such a screw up?" he questioned, looking all of ten at the moment.
"Ah Wes." She ruffled his hair, removing his glasses. "You're not that much of a screw up." the seer replied, lightly stroking his stubbled cheek.
"Then why'd Furginia leave me?" he asked sounding so lost and alone.
"Because you called her Furginia?" Cordy guessed earning herself a confused and hurt look from Wesley. With a sigh she sat on the bed next to him. "Virginia couldn't deal with dating a real life hero Wes. Someone who puts himself on the line for other people even if that means he's in danger and you, you're a hero Wes. Wes?"
She looked down to find the blue eyes closed in slumber or perhaps just plain unconsciousness and shook her head. It had been a while since she'd had any one slaughter her name like that, or pass out on her, with a wistful sigh she thought of Doyle and his Angela's Ashes populated by the Rubbles. No one but Dennis knew of the copy of that book she kept in her nightstand drawer, or how many times she'd reread it especially in the weeks following Doyle's death and her demon pregnancy. Standing up she ran a hand through Wes' hair one last time, kissing him on the forehead before exiting the room. She'd stay on his couch tonight just to make sure he survived the hangover in the morning, but only so she could yell at him for getting drunk and make him pay her back for the cab fare from Caritas. After all what were friends for?
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