"I Feel Good"
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here. All characters are the brain children of the fabulous Joss Whedon, The song belongs to James brown and the Plot belongs to whoever thought up the movie "Risky Business".
Angel wearily pushed open the doors to the Hyperion Hotel. The Angel Investigations team had just finished cleaning out a nest of Gnathrink demons and he was covered in purple gunk.
Angel had given his team the rest of the night and tomorrow so he had the hotel to himself.
After he cleaned his broadsword and put it away he went upstairs. He selected a record and put it on for some background noise before he got into the shower.
RING!
Wesley groaned and rolled over in bed glaring at his offending telephone, wiling it to shut up.
RING!
Resigned he picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" he asked in a slightly sleep blurred voice.
'Wesley?'
"Cordelia?" He said recognizing the former cheerleaders voice he sat up in bed and put on his glasses to glance at the clock. He had only been asleep for about 20 minutes. "What's wrong?"
'I had a vision. We have to get to the hotel'
"What did you see?"
'Angel on his knees in the hotel lobby holding a sword.'
"I can be there in ten minutes."
'I'll meet you there.' Cordy said before hanging up.
Wesley hurriedly dressed and armed himself before mounting his motorcycle and heading for the hotel.
Cordy and Wes got to the Hyperion at approximately the same time. As they neared the front door they heard fain strands of music. They opened the door and went in. What they saw was scarier than anything they had ever faced before.
Angel got out of the shower just as his Barry Manilow record ended. So he went to his box of albums. Flipping through them he came across one he hadn't heard in a long time. A small smile crossed his lips as he remembered he had the hotel to himself. He quickly dressed before putting the record on as loud as he could.
As Wes and Cordy came through the doors angel came into view. Or more accurately, he slid into view.
He was wearing a black dress shirt, black silk boxers and black tube sox that came up almost to his knees. His back was to them as he jammed to "I Feel Good" by James Brown.
He turned around and they could see he had on black Rayban sunglasses and was using a stake as a microphone.
Angel's jam session carried him all around the lobby. When he neared the weapons cabinet he discarded the stake in favor of a broadsword which he began to use as a guitar. He slid on his knees across the floor coming to a halt next to the steps on which stood Wes and Cordy.
Jumping to his feet angel whipped off the sunglasses and embarrassedly stammered. ...What are you doing here?"
"I. Uh.. had a vision. Cordy said.
"Oh. Uh. OK. Let me just...turn that music off." He said before bolting for the stairs.
"What I wouldn't have given to have a video camera." Cordy said to Wes.
Smirking slightly Wesley said "Well we did just have that security system installed."