Disclaimer: I own none of the characters here, though I will later on.
Maybe.
Chapter 1
Cordelia entered the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel, a broad smile on her face.
"Hey, guys! What's up?" she chirped.
All who were in the lobby-Fred, Gunn, Wesley, Angel, Connor and Lorne- looked up.
"Oh. Hi, Cordy," Wesley said blankly. He looked down at the book he was reading.
"That's it? Just, Hi, Cordy'? No 'Great to see you or anything? What is wrong with you people today? The moon is out, the stars are lighting up the sky."
Angel cut off Cordelia as everyone took a sip of his or her coffee. With the exception of Angel, of course, who took a sip of his pigs' blood.
"The moon and stars aren't as bright as the lights, Cordy."
"And not everyone is in a good mood," Connor supplied, glancing at Cordelia.
"Why?" she asked, walking to the counter. She took a mug and filled it with coffee. She took a sip and just barely managed to swallow it.
"Ugh! I see your problem. Now I know why I'm always stuck making the coffee. Who made this?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip.
Everyone looked at Connor, who shrugged.
"What? None of you could be bothered to make it!"
That made Fred and Cordy crack a grin.
"Next time will be different," Gunn said. "'Cause next time, I'm buying my own coffee. From Starbucks."
A chorus of 'Me too' rang across the lobby. Cordelia shook her head, still grinning.
"Next time, I make the coffee," she said.
The door burst open, letting sunlight in. A girl burst into the lobby, her blue eyes wide. She had dark brown hair, which now flowed behind her, and was wearing a red top with blue jeans ripped at the knees. Everyone looked up.
"A-A-Angel Investigations? We need your help!" she said.
"What's wrong?" Fred asked, setting her cup of coffee down.
"The Jukebox is under attack by demons," she said, her tanned face flushed.
"The Jukebox? What's that?" Gunn asked.
"Magical homeless shelter. Never mind that, just come with me, please!"
She turned and ran out, with the team from Angel Investigations right behind her.
Chapter 1
Cordelia entered the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel, a broad smile on her face.
"Hey, guys! What's up?" she chirped.
All who were in the lobby-Fred, Gunn, Wesley, Angel, Connor and Lorne- looked up.
"Oh. Hi, Cordy," Wesley said blankly. He looked down at the book he was reading.
"That's it? Just, Hi, Cordy'? No 'Great to see you or anything? What is wrong with you people today? The moon is out, the stars are lighting up the sky."
Angel cut off Cordelia as everyone took a sip of his or her coffee. With the exception of Angel, of course, who took a sip of his pigs' blood.
"The moon and stars aren't as bright as the lights, Cordy."
"And not everyone is in a good mood," Connor supplied, glancing at Cordelia.
"Why?" she asked, walking to the counter. She took a mug and filled it with coffee. She took a sip and just barely managed to swallow it.
"Ugh! I see your problem. Now I know why I'm always stuck making the coffee. Who made this?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip.
Everyone looked at Connor, who shrugged.
"What? None of you could be bothered to make it!"
That made Fred and Cordy crack a grin.
"Next time will be different," Gunn said. "'Cause next time, I'm buying my own coffee. From Starbucks."
A chorus of 'Me too' rang across the lobby. Cordelia shook her head, still grinning.
"Next time, I make the coffee," she said.
The door burst open, letting sunlight in. A girl burst into the lobby, her blue eyes wide. She had dark brown hair, which now flowed behind her, and was wearing a red top with blue jeans ripped at the knees. Everyone looked up.
"A-A-Angel Investigations? We need your help!" she said.
"What's wrong?" Fred asked, setting her cup of coffee down.
"The Jukebox is under attack by demons," she said, her tanned face flushed.
"The Jukebox? What's that?" Gunn asked.
"Magical homeless shelter. Never mind that, just come with me, please!"
She turned and ran out, with the team from Angel Investigations right behind her.