Heh. I'm baaaaaack and with a urge to make some people laugh. It may be a
bit short, but its still pretty damned funny...well, I think so ^_^;; You
be the judge. Enjoy.
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--The Dangerous Dance--
Gunn and Wesley walk into the office.
"Damn. That de-- Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band? Who's playin'--"
Wesley gives him a funny look.
"Uh...I used to...it was a faze." He clears his throat and they walk to the counter and look over it to find Cordy leaning back in the chair listening. "Uh...Cordy?"
She jumps up quickly, startled. "Oh! Uh...hi, guys." She reaches over and turns the CD off. And then pushes the loose strands of hair on her face behind her ears nervously. "Hi."
They stay silent for a while and stare at Cordelia.
"Um, anyhow. Seen Angel?"
"Room. Um, up in his room I think."
"He hasn't been out in a while, has he?" Wesley asks turning to the stairs. "I'm afraid to find out why."
"Considering what happened last time, I would be, too. But that's not my problem," Cordy says, glad that the subject has changed from earlier.
"It couldn't be much worse than that Pokemon game. He was in rehab for weeks," Gunn says.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Cordy starts. "I was the one who had to drive him." She rolls her eyes and sits back down into her chair. "Well, one of you'd better go up there."
Gunn and Wesley look at each other, neither wanting to go.
Gunn trudges up the stairs and down the hall. "This is bootie. It's cuz I'm black. Why does the black man always have to go and do the white man's work? Wesley's racis--" He stops and listens. "What is that noise?" He cautiously walks towards the noise, which, coincidentally, leads him to Angel's room. "Is that...? God I don't want to know." He sighs and opens the door. "What the HELL?!?"
Angel leaps from his bed in a bright pink, frilly tutu and in a pink leotard. He lands on his toes and jumps to another spot in the room, following the music.
Gunn stands in shock. What the hell was Angel doing?!?
A few minutes later, Gunn returns downstairs.
"So, what's up with him? Find out anything?" Cordy asks not looking up from her magazine. Not getting a response, she looks up. "Hello? An answer would be nice."
Gunn shakes his head, walks over to the couch, sits, and points to the stairs not uttering a single sound. Wesley and Cordy look at each other for a second and then sprint towards the stairs. While running through the hall, they run past Fred.
"Hey, guys," she says as they approach her. "What's going--" she stops as they pass her. "Oh, that's okay. I'll just stand here. By myself. I'll wait for you to come back."
When they reach Angel's room, he is still leaping through the air.
"Angel?!"
Angel stops, turns towards the door, and blushes. "Uh...hi. Guys. Hi."
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Isn't the thought of David in a pink, frilly tutu and leotard just hilarious? And what about *meow*? ^_^
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--The Dangerous Dance--
Gunn and Wesley walk into the office.
"Damn. That de-- Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band? Who's playin'--"
Wesley gives him a funny look.
"Uh...I used to...it was a faze." He clears his throat and they walk to the counter and look over it to find Cordy leaning back in the chair listening. "Uh...Cordy?"
She jumps up quickly, startled. "Oh! Uh...hi, guys." She reaches over and turns the CD off. And then pushes the loose strands of hair on her face behind her ears nervously. "Hi."
They stay silent for a while and stare at Cordelia.
"Um, anyhow. Seen Angel?"
"Room. Um, up in his room I think."
"He hasn't been out in a while, has he?" Wesley asks turning to the stairs. "I'm afraid to find out why."
"Considering what happened last time, I would be, too. But that's not my problem," Cordy says, glad that the subject has changed from earlier.
"It couldn't be much worse than that Pokemon game. He was in rehab for weeks," Gunn says.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Cordy starts. "I was the one who had to drive him." She rolls her eyes and sits back down into her chair. "Well, one of you'd better go up there."
Gunn and Wesley look at each other, neither wanting to go.
Gunn trudges up the stairs and down the hall. "This is bootie. It's cuz I'm black. Why does the black man always have to go and do the white man's work? Wesley's racis--" He stops and listens. "What is that noise?" He cautiously walks towards the noise, which, coincidentally, leads him to Angel's room. "Is that...? God I don't want to know." He sighs and opens the door. "What the HELL?!?"
Angel leaps from his bed in a bright pink, frilly tutu and in a pink leotard. He lands on his toes and jumps to another spot in the room, following the music.
Gunn stands in shock. What the hell was Angel doing?!?
A few minutes later, Gunn returns downstairs.
"So, what's up with him? Find out anything?" Cordy asks not looking up from her magazine. Not getting a response, she looks up. "Hello? An answer would be nice."
Gunn shakes his head, walks over to the couch, sits, and points to the stairs not uttering a single sound. Wesley and Cordy look at each other for a second and then sprint towards the stairs. While running through the hall, they run past Fred.
"Hey, guys," she says as they approach her. "What's going--" she stops as they pass her. "Oh, that's okay. I'll just stand here. By myself. I'll wait for you to come back."
When they reach Angel's room, he is still leaping through the air.
"Angel?!"
Angel stops, turns towards the door, and blushes. "Uh...hi. Guys. Hi."
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Isn't the thought of David in a pink, frilly tutu and leotard just hilarious? And what about *meow*? ^_^
