AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Cordy and Angel talk, then think about their talk
RATING: TV-PG
SPOILER: That Old Gang of Mine
DISCLAIMER: Joss and David own all. I don't. It's a shame, really.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I don't want flack, all right? I do what I do when I do it.
10/9/01
"Hi, Angel."
He didn't look up from the computer. "Morning, Cordelia. You're up early."
"I had a hair appointment." she spun around and waited for him to say something. When he didn't, she walked over to his desk, picked up a pencil and whacked him on the head with it.
"Ow! Cordy! What was that?"
"I had to get you to notice my hair somehow."
"It looks nice," Angel rubbed his head and stared at her. "This isn't gonna become a ritual, is it? You whacking me early in the morning?"
"Depends on whether or not you notice the next time I get my hair tipped."
Angel didn't dare ask what "tipping" was. He just went back to his computer program.
"Whatcha doin'?" Cordy asked. "Demon database?"
"Yeah," Angel answered quickly. A little too quickly for Cordy. She ran over and spun the monitor towards her.
"Solitaire!" she cried. "Angel, I'm ashamed."
"I'm bored," he admitted.
Cordy reached over and turned the computer off. "I'll give you something to do then," she sat on the desk, crossed her legs and looked at him. "Tell me about those girls yesterday."
"They're not girls, they're—"
"Whatever they are. They sure seemed pleased to have known you."
"They weren't as pleased with my services last night."
"So you didn't sleep with them?"
Angel stared at her. "No. Of course not."
"That musta pissed off the mystical hos."
"They weren't thrilled," Angel said and Cordy giggled. "What?"
"It's just that....I called them hos, and you didn't correct me."
"They are hos. I hate that word," Angel made a face. "Whatever happened to saying whore? Or tramp?"
"The year 2000?" Cordy guessed. "So tell me, are there hundreds of weird demon girls and Witches and other magickal things floating around the world, sighing with the mere mention of your name?"
"No," Angel winced. "Why would you think that?"
"I'm just making sure."
"Why do you care?" Angel asked as nonchalantly as he could, which wasn't very.
"I don't know," she picked up a pencil and picked at the eraser. "I guess I just like to know a lot about my coworkers is all. Helps keep me in the know and current and up on things, and—"
"Cordelia?"
"Yes?" she asked almost desperately.
"You wanna go out for coffee?"
"I thought you'd never ask." she hopped off the desk, tossed the pencil down and smoothed her skirt.
"Now, about you," Angel said, grabbing his duster. "Any magick sex you wanna tell me about?"
"Does it count if you didn't have it in this dimension?" Cordy asked.
"No, of course not."
She grinned. "Then I have nothing to tell."
"Liar."
She deepened the grin, giving it an evil tinge. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
