Entry #7

Okay, Wesley. You can do this. Get in, take what you want, and get out. There's nothing to it; piece of cake, really. Just don't listen to those soul-sucking leech demons; whatever you do, don't listen…

Wesley took a huge breath of air, and finally, braved the jungle.

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"Cordelia, did you just send Wesley out to get the coffee-maker?"

"Yes."

"By himself."

"Um-hm."

"In the mall?"

"What's your point, Angel?"

"…with salespeople."

"…"

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He was in hell. And the demons just couldn't wait to get their hands on him.

"Sir, can I interest you in a-"

"I'm just looking for-"

"This is our finest line-up-"

"Sorry, but-"

"If you buy one, you can get the other for-"

"I'm really not-"

"Wait until you see our-"

"Oh, dear…"

"You wouldn't believe the prices of these things-"

"help…"

"Glad to help you, sir! I know exactly what you need…"

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It was almost six by the time Wesley returned back to the office. Cordelia looked up from her computer and smiled widely, although she did eye his bags of purchases warily – emphasis on bags.

Angel came out of the office, took the bags from him and put them on the desk, receiving a breathless thank you as Wesley took a seat on the couch. Angel and Cordelia shared a glance before turning back to look at him.

Cordelia asked, "So, Wes. Did you get the coffee-maker?"

Wesley groaned. He looked up at them and said as innocently as he could, "Well, you see, funny story there. Talk about it over waffles? I just happened to purchase one…"