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Chapter Three

"Oh my god, Wesley!" Cordelia said again as she saw her old Sunnydale friend standing right in front of her. But he was not exactly how she had remembered him. She shrugged, figuring she would know soon enough as she gave Wesley a friendly hug.

"So you like, hang with things now?" she asked curiously as she backed away. "'Cause last time I saw you, you just kinda fainted in front of them," she added with a slight laugh before thanking the bartender for getting her drink.

"Cordelia," Wesley announced again with a smile. "Such a pleasure to see you. It's been a long time."

"Back when you had two arms," Cordelia added as she finally verbally acknowledged Wesley's missing left arm.

Wesley nodded slightly. "Demon a few years ago."

"So you fight and kill things too?" Cordelia asked in shock. "Boy you really changed."

"Could say the same about you," Wesley pointed out. "Television star with a few Emmys"

Cordelia smiled with a slight proud expression on her face even though she wanted to get the subject of conversation off of her and onto Wesley. "So, the fighting thing. You start that in England?"

"I never went back to England," Wesley said with slight embarrassment. "I was fired from the Council for loosing both Slayers."

"They're dead?" Cordelia asked with even more shock. "Ok, I need to sit down," she began as she and Wesley headed over towards and empty table, Lindsey following right behind Cordelia and a tall African American following Wesley.

Wesley shook his head and gave a small laugh. "No, not dead. Just lost from the Council."

"Oh," Cordelia said as she sat down next to Lindsey and across from Wesley. The African American man remained standing. "Who's your friend?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, sorry, how rude," Wesley began. "Cordelia, this is my associate Charles Gunn," he introduced. "And I'm sure Gunn already knows who you are."

"Damn straight," Gunn said as he reached across and shook Cordelia's hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you," he said politely.

"You too," Cordelia replied with the same amount of politeness. "And allow me to introduce my fiance, Lindsey McDonald," she said as she gestured over at Lindsey, taking his hand and holding it in hers. "Lindsey, this is another Sunnydale survivor Wesley Wyndam-Pryce and his associate Charlie Gunn."

"Charles, but that's alright," Gunn corrected with a smile.

"You're dating her?" Wesley asked Lindsey curiously.

Lindsey nodded as he wrapped his free arm around Cordelia's shoulders. "Dating for nearly three years and proposed last night," he announced proudly.

"Good for you," Wesley said with genuine happiness in his voice. "Don't let her go. She's truly something special," he added.

"Yes she is," Lindsey agreed as he planted a soft kiss on Cordelia's lips.

Gunn jumped in shock as his cell phone began going off. Before answering, he quickly turned to Wesley. "Duty calls," he informed the former Watcher.

Wesley nodded. "Sorry, we have to take this," Wesley said as Gunn answered the phone. Wesley sighed as he pulled something out of his pocket. "But if you'd like to chat, then give me a call. I'd love to hear from you," he said as he pushed the card across the table.

"Will do," Cordelia promised as Wesley and Gunn quickly left. "Good luck," she called after them before tucking the card into her purse.

"So who exactly was he?" Lindsey asked, the smallest portion of jealousy contained within his voice. "Ex-boyfriend?"

Cordelia shook her head. "Not exactlyÉI mean, I had a crush on him when I was in high school, mostly just 'cause I needed someone to focus on after the thing with Xander went to hell but" She stopped, realizing her words were not exactly what Lindsey would like to hear. "He's just a friend, I promise," she assured her boyfriend.

"Alright," Lindsey said as his lips met hers in another kiss. "Now you just sit back and relax, maybe order another strawberry daiquiri, and listen to something I know you never knew I could do," he said before standing up, kissing her forehead, and walking towards the side of the stage and talking to one of the blue-skinned guitar players there.

After a moment, the demon gave Lindsey his guitar and Lindsey stepped up onto the stage and began playing the guitar, only to be joined by his beautiful singing voice. Cordelia said nothing, only listened happily, moving her head along with the music from her fiance.

"He's really something, isn't he?" a male voice asked from behind her. "Used to be one of my regulars too," the voice continued.

Cordelia turned slightly and came face to face with a tall green skinned demon with red horns. "Who are you?" she asked curiously as she looked up at him.

"Name's Lorne, pumpkin pie," he said as he held his hand out for her.

"Cordelia Chase," she said as she shook Lorne's hand. "So you own this place?" she asked once Lindsey had stopped singing.

Lorne nodded. "For almost six years now," he said happily and proudly. "What brings you here, you big star you?"

"Lindsey," she said with a smile. "We wanted someplace to celebrate where we wouldn't be hunted down by the press."

Lindsey nodded as he approached the two of them, his arm once again going around Cordelia. "Yes Lorne, say hello to my fiancee Cordelia Chase," he said proudly.

"Congratulations to the both of you," he said happily before he turned to the bartender. "These two are on me tonight," he said.

"Thanks, Lorne, but you don't have to do this," Cordelia began.

"But I want to," the demon assured her. "Just don't go overboard," he added.

Cordelia smiled. "I won't," she promised him.

Many hours passed before the couple returned to Lindsey's place that night but neither one of them could even think of sleeping. Cordelia squealed with excitement as she burst into the bedroom and jumped into bed instantly. She smiled as she waited egaerly for Lindsey to come in. "Come on," she begged.

Lindsey smiled. "Right there, sweetie," he called into the bedroom as he walked over just to make sure that there were no messages on their machine. Unfortunately for him there was one. He smiled, pushing it. A slight groan overcame him as he heard the voice from Cordelia's annoying assistant Nev rambling.

His frown instantly turned upside down as he caught on to what the annoying man was saying. "Cordy!" he yelled. "You have got to hear this!" he yelled.

"What!" Cordelia yelled as she quickly threw a bathrobe on and ran out to where Lindsey was. "Is it bad?" she asked.

Lindsey said nothing, only hit the 'play' button on the machine , you there?...Alright, I guess you're out celebrating again. I'm really happy for you and here's some happy news that hopefully will make you even happier then you already are, and should be. There's this movie that's supposed to be this really big hit when it comes to theaters. The actress they were considering for the lead role is unavailable and they were wondering if you would be willing to read for the part...Um, when you get this call me...Unless it's after midnight...Um, bye