The Hyperion lobby was quiet that night, except for the
occasional sound of Wesley Wyndham-Price tearing through cardboard like a
madman.

The shipment had arrived earlier in the day via Special
Delivery from Giles in Sunnydale.

"Remarkable!"

"Wassup, Wes?" Gunn asked as he placed a broadsword
into the weapons cabinet.

"This is astounding, absolutely astounding!" Wesley's
mouth was gaping open.

"Are you gonna tell me or do I have to watch it later on
DVD?"

Wesley looked up from the old book that sat on the desk
in front of him.

"Do you remember Cordelia's story about the Furies?"

"The three hot sisters that did the mojo on Lorne's club?
Those hot sisters?"

"Indeed. It's seems that one of them has written a book."

"They don't seem the author types if you get my drift.
They're more like the type that gets books written about
'em. More like those books with the centerfolds and stuff."

"Well, this one is very interesting."

"How so?"

"It's about Angel."

"No way. What's a Fury chick doin' writing about Angel?"

"It's a tell-all book so to speak."

"Tellin' what all?"

Wesley flipped through several pages before turning the
book towards Gunn.

"These are the Furies..."

Gunn looked at the drawing and let out a long whistle.

"That's what I'm sayin'...hot sisters."

"Magdalena, Alexandra and Betty."

"Betty?"

"Indeed."

"Nice..." Gunn smiled.

"I agree. And, just whom do you think did the illustrating?"

"No kiddin'. Angel drew these?"

"Flip to 246."

"Whoa!" Gunn grinned.

Wesley turned a few shades of red.

"Damn, that boy can sure draw. Look at the detail on
the..."

"Guys..."

Gunn dropped the book on the desk, it landed with a loud
bang.

Angel walked down the stairs buttoning his shirt.

"What's up fellas?"

Gunn almost giggled.

"We should be asking YOU that."

"What?"

Wesley pointed to the book.

"What's that?"

"Angel, it seems that your ahem, shall we say...um,
indiscretions have been..."

Angel looked confused. Gunn slapped him on the back
and hugged his shoulder.

"Man, that chick wrote some thangs about you that'd make
Hugh Hefner blush."

"Gimme that."

Angel picked up the book and flipped through the pages.
He stopped at one particular dog-eared page and sighed.

"I remember that. Man, those were the days..."

Wesley coughed discreetly and grabbed the book from
Gunn who'd taken it from Angel who was staring off into
space.

Wesley flipped through a few pages and adjusted his
glasses.

He read quickly, his mouth gaping at times.

"Good heavens, Angel! Five days?"

"Actually, it started as four, but Betty joined us and..."

Gunn was standing behind Wesley reading over his
shoulder. He stepped backwards when he read one
particular paragraph and nearly fell over another stack of
books.

"Angel?"

"Yeah, Wes?"

Wesley stood and saluted Angel.

"It's an honor."

Gunn's eyes bulged as he flipped the page in yet another
book.

He let out a long whistle.

Wesley turned to see what Gunn was whistling at.

"Hey Angel, can you still do that?"

Angel went to stand behind Wesley and Gunn.

"Yeah."

Gunn looked perplexed.

"Wouldn't that give you a crick in the..."

"Not upside down..."

Gunn sat down heavily on the stack of books.

"Huh?"

"Double jointed," Angel shrugged.

"Oh," Gunn said.

Wesley turned to look at Angel and pointed at a particular
picture. "How does that work?"

"Geez, Wes...if I've gotta explain that..."

Wesley blushed. "Never mind."

Angel walked around to the other side of the desk. He sat
down on a next to Gunn who'd managed to wrangle
another book from Wesley.

"All these illustrations?"

memory."

"Wow."

"That's some memory."

"So, whenever you're doing that 'broodin'' thing, like
Cordelia says and you're staring off into space...you're not
really broodin' huh? You're flippin' through the pictures in
your head."

"Yeah, something like that."

"Damn."

"Angel, forgive me but...three women at the same time..."

"Three Furies" Angel corrected...."Oh, and they had this
cousin named Buttercup, who was part Gigot..."

"Gigots...the half-demon Fury women with the four..."

"Yeah. Those. They're great, aren't they?" Angel sighed.

Wesley poured himself a cup of steaming tea and drank it
without cooling it first.

"Four whats?" Gunn asked.

Wesley eyes were watering.

"Angel...I thought that you were living on the streets in
1978..."

"Nah, not yet. I was doing a Tony Minero at this Disco..."

"Tony, who-o?" Gunn asked.

"Minero...John Travolta...Saturday Night Fever."

"Oh. Aww, man. Tell me you didn't have one of them white
suits with the big collar and the..."

"Nah."

Wesley and Gunn let out a breath.

"It was black."

Wesley spit tea across the desk.

"What does this mean...Love Machine? It was written
about YOU?" Gunn asked.

"What can I say..." Angel looked smug.

"Alls I know is...whatever you do man, don't let Cordelia
see this, you'll never live it down."

Angel shook his head in agreement. Wesley swiveled in
his chair.

"Good heavens, Angel! There are at least thirty volumes
here!"

Angel went over to look.

"Wait, that's an incomplete set."

"What do you mean...incomplete?" Wesley squeaked.

"Where's 23?"

They all turned when they heard a thump on the hotel's
front desk.

Cordelia was standing there with her hand on Volume 23.

All of the guys stood there with startled expressions on
their faces.

"Oh, and by the way guys...I can so do page 246."

The End.