Chapter 12
It had been a couple months sense Willow had moved in with Angel and the demon had attacked. Sense then, Willow had gotten more comfortable around LA and the place and came and went as she pleased. Sometimes on occasions Willow would help Angel on a case if it needed some kind of spell.
Willow was in the office with Angel. They were in his office and she was seated across from him, his feet were on the desk and he was reading a book. She threw her's down to her lap and looked up at him.
"Angel?"
"hmm?" He didn't even look up from his book.
"I'm bored."
"Uh-huh." He continued to not listen.
"I want to do something."
"And what would that be, Little Red?" She smiled for a second at the nickname he had given her over the past months. But the smile faded as she realized he truely wasn't paying attention to her.
"Umm ... lets see ... going to a club and finding a cute guy to screw my brains out would be nice." Angel still didn't move.
"You go do that. Have fun." Willow's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected that reply.
"Or maybe i"ll go find Spike. I bet he's a good screw." Angel's eyes shot up from the book and his feet dropped from the desk as he looked over at her in utter surprise. That had gotten him this time.
"You didn't just say what I think you just said."
"Thought you'd listen then." Angel relaxed and propped his feet back up. "You know, that doesn't mean you can go back to ignoring me again." He put the book down and looked over at her.
"I'm sorry." She tilted her head to the side, not believing him. "I am."
"And I believe you, why?"
"'Cause I'm a cute and sexy vampire that you're just itching to get your hands on so you have to believe me?" It was more a statement than a question.
"Boy, and I thought Spike had an ego." She tried to deny the truth.
"What do you have in mind?" Angel asked, changing once again the conversation from his illcharmed childe.
"I don't know. Club? Movies? Something. You brood way too much. It isn't healthy."
"What's it gonna do kill me?" He grinned.
"Yes, actually."
"Explain."
"I'll put a stake through your heart if you don't stop." Angel threw his hands to his chest in mock injury.
"Owe. You just threw the stake into my heart." She stared at him for a moment, thinking of a comeback. They had learned to do this all the time now. Cordy actually was starting to get irritated by the jokes Willow and Angel flung at each other at times.
"Oh missed, no dust." She turned and went out of the office door to the main room. Angel followed.
"Okay, you win. What do you want to do?"
"Take me out somewhere. Something fun." Angel thought a moment and his lips curled into a smile.
"Okay." Willow looked at him surprised. "Go get changed, I'll take you somewhere nice." Willow squealed and sprinted down the stairs to get ready. Angel just laughed and shook his head. She was just a child sometimes, he reminded himself, walking back into the office and swinging the door shut.
Angel pulled up in front of "Omallie's Pub" and turned off the engine. Willow looked out the window and read the sign.
"Um, Angel?'
"Hmm?" Angel was looking through some papers that he threw into a briefcase and closed up.
"A Pub?" She looked over at him, confused.
"You said you wanted to do something fun. Well, this is fun."
"Angel, it's a bar. I'm not even legally aloud to go into there."
"A- book girl, I'm upset that you don't know more about pubs. and B- what they don't know won't kill them. Plus, to the Irish, eight is legal age." Willow hid a smile. "Now, I'm gonna show you a good time.
Angel opened his door and got out, tossing the briefcase in the drunk as Willow got out on her own. He took her hand in his and slid her arm through his, starting to the door.
They had been there for about 2 hours. Willow was having a bast! Angel had some trouble getting her out on the dance floor but after two Irish brews she would have been dragging him onto the floor if it hadn't been his idea.
He'd taught her all the dances he could remember, and they both tried to try some of the ones he didn't know that the other occupants of the pub were doing.
Willow was doing the Irish jig, or attempting it, with Angel and he looked at her. Her hair was wild as she moved, her cheeks flushed from the constant dancing. Angel watched her move with him and she kept watch of her feet's steps till she looked up. Their eyes locked and Angel smiled, causing Willow's laughs to tame and her to quietly smile.
She was the one to break the eye contact and she started to slow. As she started to slouch a bit, Angel caught her and helped her to stand strait.
"You okay?" he asked over the music.
"Yeah, Just... Out ... of breath." She gasped out. He helped her to their table and sat her down.
"Hold on." He let go of her hand and left behind her as she watched him go by glimpsing back a second. She gasped, catching her breath and went to grab her brew when a hand shout out and stopped her from picking it up. She looked over at the person and Angel shook his head.
"No." He handing her a glass of water. "Drink this." She took it from him and gulped it down. "Maybe we should get going."
"But we just got here." Willow whined through drinks of water.
"About 5 hours ago. And I don't want to tan." Angel threw the tab on the table and took Willow's hand, helping her to the car.
It had been a couple months sense Willow had moved in with Angel and the demon had attacked. Sense then, Willow had gotten more comfortable around LA and the place and came and went as she pleased. Sometimes on occasions Willow would help Angel on a case if it needed some kind of spell.
Willow was in the office with Angel. They were in his office and she was seated across from him, his feet were on the desk and he was reading a book. She threw her's down to her lap and looked up at him.
"Angel?"
"hmm?" He didn't even look up from his book.
"I'm bored."
"Uh-huh." He continued to not listen.
"I want to do something."
"And what would that be, Little Red?" She smiled for a second at the nickname he had given her over the past months. But the smile faded as she realized he truely wasn't paying attention to her.
"Umm ... lets see ... going to a club and finding a cute guy to screw my brains out would be nice." Angel still didn't move.
"You go do that. Have fun." Willow's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected that reply.
"Or maybe i"ll go find Spike. I bet he's a good screw." Angel's eyes shot up from the book and his feet dropped from the desk as he looked over at her in utter surprise. That had gotten him this time.
"You didn't just say what I think you just said."
"Thought you'd listen then." Angel relaxed and propped his feet back up. "You know, that doesn't mean you can go back to ignoring me again." He put the book down and looked over at her.
"I'm sorry." She tilted her head to the side, not believing him. "I am."
"And I believe you, why?"
"'Cause I'm a cute and sexy vampire that you're just itching to get your hands on so you have to believe me?" It was more a statement than a question.
"Boy, and I thought Spike had an ego." She tried to deny the truth.
"What do you have in mind?" Angel asked, changing once again the conversation from his illcharmed childe.
"I don't know. Club? Movies? Something. You brood way too much. It isn't healthy."
"What's it gonna do kill me?" He grinned.
"Yes, actually."
"Explain."
"I'll put a stake through your heart if you don't stop." Angel threw his hands to his chest in mock injury.
"Owe. You just threw the stake into my heart." She stared at him for a moment, thinking of a comeback. They had learned to do this all the time now. Cordy actually was starting to get irritated by the jokes Willow and Angel flung at each other at times.
"Oh missed, no dust." She turned and went out of the office door to the main room. Angel followed.
"Okay, you win. What do you want to do?"
"Take me out somewhere. Something fun." Angel thought a moment and his lips curled into a smile.
"Okay." Willow looked at him surprised. "Go get changed, I'll take you somewhere nice." Willow squealed and sprinted down the stairs to get ready. Angel just laughed and shook his head. She was just a child sometimes, he reminded himself, walking back into the office and swinging the door shut.
Angel pulled up in front of "Omallie's Pub" and turned off the engine. Willow looked out the window and read the sign.
"Um, Angel?'
"Hmm?" Angel was looking through some papers that he threw into a briefcase and closed up.
"A Pub?" She looked over at him, confused.
"You said you wanted to do something fun. Well, this is fun."
"Angel, it's a bar. I'm not even legally aloud to go into there."
"A- book girl, I'm upset that you don't know more about pubs. and B- what they don't know won't kill them. Plus, to the Irish, eight is legal age." Willow hid a smile. "Now, I'm gonna show you a good time.
Angel opened his door and got out, tossing the briefcase in the drunk as Willow got out on her own. He took her hand in his and slid her arm through his, starting to the door.
They had been there for about 2 hours. Willow was having a bast! Angel had some trouble getting her out on the dance floor but after two Irish brews she would have been dragging him onto the floor if it hadn't been his idea.
He'd taught her all the dances he could remember, and they both tried to try some of the ones he didn't know that the other occupants of the pub were doing.
Willow was doing the Irish jig, or attempting it, with Angel and he looked at her. Her hair was wild as she moved, her cheeks flushed from the constant dancing. Angel watched her move with him and she kept watch of her feet's steps till she looked up. Their eyes locked and Angel smiled, causing Willow's laughs to tame and her to quietly smile.
She was the one to break the eye contact and she started to slow. As she started to slouch a bit, Angel caught her and helped her to stand strait.
"You okay?" he asked over the music.
"Yeah, Just... Out ... of breath." She gasped out. He helped her to their table and sat her down.
"Hold on." He let go of her hand and left behind her as she watched him go by glimpsing back a second. She gasped, catching her breath and went to grab her brew when a hand shout out and stopped her from picking it up. She looked over at the person and Angel shook his head.
"No." He handing her a glass of water. "Drink this." She took it from him and gulped it down. "Maybe we should get going."
"But we just got here." Willow whined through drinks of water.
"About 5 hours ago. And I don't want to tan." Angel threw the tab on the table and took Willow's hand, helping her to the car.