TITLE: Expression of Anger
AUTHOR: Blodwyn
E-MAIL: blodwyn29@b...
SUMMARY: A Challenge in a Can effort http://www.dymphna.net/challenge/ with Lorne added for good measure
RATING: PG-13.
TIMELINE: near the End of Season 2. Just after Dead End
DISTRIBUTION: FFNet and Love Lorne. Anyone else who wants please ask.
SPOILERS: Lindsey just left. (Boo-hoo)
DISCLAIMER: Don't own a Thing: not even the computer it's written on.
Joss and Co are all Gods!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Challenge in a Can. Lilah/Angry/Pencil
FEEDBACK: yes please.
Expression of Anger.
Lilah strutted down the stairs into Caritas. Her face portraying her emotions so well that demons, and the few humans in the bar scattered from her path.
She sat on a bar stool and placed her brief case on the bar.
"Whiskey, good stuff, one ice cube" she ordered. The barman hurried to get her drink.
She glared at her brief case, then opened it pulling out a large manila envelope, and a pencil. She closed the briefcase as the barman gave her the drink, she never thanked him, just took a gulp.
"A face that pretty shouldn't look so angry" a smooth voice said besides her.
"Get lost!" she said without even looking.
"Oh honey but then who would you have to talk to then," the same voice replied. She turned in the seat to face the Host.
"I just want to be alone" she glared at him.
He sat down next to her, placing his own drink on the bar.
"Then why come to a crowded bar then?" he asked her. She ignored him and pulled a sheaf of papers from the envelope. Reading through them she began to make notes in the margins with the pencil.
"You could have done that at home" the host continued "or the office" at the mention of her place of work she grimaced.
"Ah office issues" the host deduced. "How's it going since the promotion? You must miss Lindsey" he didn't notice the expression on her face. The anger building. He continued to talk to her.
"Of course we miss him in here too, very popular with the regulars in here. Lovely voice. Such a great future. Well of course till Angel cakes interfered." Lilah's face got darker still when the Host mentioned Angel. She opened the briefcase and dropped the envelope and papers into it, slamming it shut. The Host appeared not to notice her temper building and was still rambling about how great Lindsey and Angel were.
She'd had enough; she didn't think he would ever shut up.
"Did you finish your work already" the Host asked sweetly watching her pack her paperwork away.
She stood and turned to face him again. Her glare would usually have melted an office junior on the spot.
"Sweetheart.." the host began then stopped, his face twisted in agony.
Lilah strutted out of the bar, leaving her pencil behind. Stabbed in the bar top through the Host's hand. At least she had gotten him to shut up.