They arrived at the Hyperion Hotel by cab. "You think they make an air freshener called 'ode to taxi'? Because if you've been in one you've been in all."
Tara smiled at her red headed lover, "Maybe we could market it?"

"Yea! We could make millions. Then I'd run away with you forever!" Willow beamed. She opened the door for her lover and placed their bags down on the foyer.

"This place…Willow. Is it expensive? Are you paying ….Willow?" Tara was in awe of the massive hotel and all it's surroundings. "This hotel is gorgeous!" She spun around meeting blue eyes with green.

"It is but not as gorgeous as you are," Willow placed a gentle kiss on Tara's lips, then continued, "And I didn't pay a thing. Angel's a friend, remember?"

"Yea, I guess…if you say so."

"Well, if you don't count that time he tried to kill me, then yea, we're friends."

"No silly…" Tara giggled, "I meant am I really worth all of this. The weekend getaway to this gorgeous palace?" Tara shuffled nervously at being the center of attention.

"Tara, this doesn't even come close to what you're worth." Willow ran her fingers through her lover's hair. "I'd give you my life if I could."

"Willow, don't say those kinds of things."

Willow nodded solemnly, "We have a lot to discuss, not all of it's pretty, but I do need to talk to Angel for a minute."

As Willow turned from her lover, she noticed a familiar brunette working behind the counter of the front desk. "Cordelia!" Willow smiled. Last she had heard the former Sunnydale Queen Bee was in a coma.

"Oh god! Hey Willow and…."Cordelia said flatly, "and girl whom I do not know."

"Cordelia, this is Tara Maclay. My partner."

"Oh…OH!" Cordelia said as she started to realize the realization, "So, you're the one who gave ole Oz a run for his money?"
"Yea…Willow…." Tara wanted to change the subject, "She said this is Mr. Angel's place."

"Mr. Angel?" Cordelia scoffed, "Just call him Angel. The "Mister" will go straight to his head. And an eternal being with an ego the size of his is already hard enough to work for."

Willow smiled, she forgot about Cordelia's witty banter. "Yea, bout that Cordi, where is he?"
"Out chasing Darla, I suppose. Hey I love your hair!"

"Wait…what?"

"Your hair…you cut it. Man, so much better than high school, right?"

"No, not the hair thing, The Darla thing."

"Oh yea, right. She's out to get him or he's out to get her, or their out together getting their vamp on. Some big thing about Wolfram and Hart. It's all very confusing, but either way he's not here."

"I'm here," Angel came through the back.

"Hey boss…thought you were out."

"Cordelia…it's the middle of the day. Did I get any mail?" Angel paused, "Oh hey Willow, Tara." The vampire smiled at the two Wicca's.

"Hey," they said in unison.

"Cordelia, any messages?"

"Not a single one. Oh! But I did get a call from a human who did need our assistance…but he wanted me to buy something first."

"Uh huh…hope you took a message." Angel seemed distracted, rummaging through a pile of papers. "Willow, if you'd like to go upstairs? I think room number one is open, if you and Tara wouldn't mind it. I think Wesley cleaned it out when he heard you all would be staying with us."
"Sure, that's fine. Thanks again for letting us stay." Willow smiled at Tara and lead her over to the couch in the lobby. "I'll be right back. I need to go talk to Angel alone."

"Ok…I love you." The blonde kissed the redhead as she departed. She fumbled through her bag and found a book then settled down into the couch.