Twice Lucky
City of…
Chapter 3: One hell of a date
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"You sure about this?"
"Please, I've got a hundred years of cracking safes open, I know what I'm doing."
Angel frowned at the bleached blonde vampire. "That wasn't exactly what I meant."
Spike sighed for the fourth time that night and looked up at his vampiric companion, his partner in crime, his toto. Which made him Dorothy, okay that was as far as that thought went. "Seriously Angel, this bloke was on the verge of necking Cordellia."
"Not to mention ew."
"He was a client of Wolfram and Hart."
"Good point right there."
Spike looked at Cordellia and then back at the leather clad Angel, "And he was an all around bad guy."
"Takes one to know one."
Spike frowned at the cheerleader who was now looking at her fingernails with great interest, and shrugged his shoulders, "Besides the guy was an ass."
"Takes…"
"Not another word," Spike pointed a finger at her, "Remember I don't have a soul like pansy over here so I have no problem with a little snack." He now had Cordellia's full attention; she then stuck her tongue out at him. "Good, now will you two please let me finish."
Both female and vampire shrugged and looked at Spike who gave a 'thank you' look before continuing. He turned the dial and after a few moments smirked as a click sounded out. He opened the safe and grinned.
"Lady and," he looked at Angel, "Well anyway, I present to you a big bundle of cash."
Angel grabbed the bag, they grabbed everything in the safe and piled it in, and made a run for it. Cordellia and Spike with their bags of goodies. The three made it back to the ladder, climbed up and over and with Doyle driving made a clean getaway.
The car pulled up to the Hyperion hotel and three got out when Doyle parked it, and made their way to the living room and deposited the three bundles on the table.
"So mates, what we going to do with this find."
Spike had been thinking about that. "I know a banker who can help me out, the firm caters to vampires and doesn't ask questions. It'll provide us with everything we need."
"We've got about fifty thousand in cash right here."
Spike picked up a wad and chucked it at Cordellia, "Buy yourself something nice."
"Ha ha, maybe you can get a hair cut while you're at it." Angel sighed as the two started bantering.
"Not bad for a night's works."
"Speaking of which," Cordellia yawned, "I'm getting some sleep."
She stopped with an evil grin. "Spike don't try anything, I had garlic earlier."
And walked off.
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"You sure this is the place?"
The group looked at Angel, the vampire smirked and nodded, "First place on the list."
"Can't believe Harris gave us a list," Spike said as he lit a cig. "Almost like he doesn't trust us."
"Doesn't trust you," Angel pointed out, his long-term companion shrugged. "Well let's get this done then."
Cordellia sighed and put on her best smile and strolled up the red carpet. Now this was her thing, going into hip hop night clubs where she would get noticed by potential agents and producers, acting was the career she'd like to get into, eventually, when she became good enough, and D'Oblique was definitely the place to be.
She walked up to the counter and ordered a cocktail and found a seat, she sat at the bar and surveyed the area. The barman smiled politely and handed it over. "Thank you."
"Your new round here."
Cordellia looked to a woman roughly about her height, blonde hair and blue eyes; she had a slightly cold look, one that became associated with seeing too much to early on in life.
"Yeah," Cordellia smiled, she was probably a cop. "Moved to L.A this week in fact, I was hoping to meet an agent, maybe break into acting."
The woman nodded politely.
"Word of advice," the blonde said, Cordellia leaned in closely to listen, "Be careful."
Oh she would, she thanked the 'officer' and went back to her drink. She could spot Angel sitting in a dark corner in the room and Doyle not so far away, Spike on the other hand because of his 'style' was located outside in the van that Xander had given them, fully equipped with all sorts of gadgets that made Willow swoon with jealousy
"Hi…"
She smiled again this time at the barmen who had looked after her a moment ago, she struck conversation with him as the two talked she learned about him, where he lived and how long he'd been in L.A, he also told her about some of the clientele who went to the bar often, some of them in the film business. This caught her attention and she listened, hanging on his every word.
"If you'd like I can introduce you to one of them?"
She smiled and agreed a time and a date, she then left without a backwards glance. When she stepped outside she met up with Spike, who grinned and held out the crook of his arm.
Kate Lockley watched from the shadows, completely undeterred by the strange nature of the man holding Cordellia's arm, the two seemed to be friendly, but the guy seemed harmless enough, no he wasn't the killer at all.
She sighed, looked about the crowded bar and decided to call it a night, she felt where the gun butt was sticking safely inside its holster and made her way home. As she walked past an alleyway, Angel stood quietly in the shadows watching and smelling her. He smiled and also turned back home.
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She'd made the connection and they'd gone out on a date, the man had taken her around town and had shown her some of the touristy areas, and the not so touristy areas, places where the general public did not usually go.
The date had ended up with him dropping her off the Hyperion, she invited him in for coffee and they walked into the main lobby. He suddenly found himself surrounded.
"Uh, hey guys…"
Angel smiled as he stepped forward, "No one messes with our girl."
"Uh, look I didn't do anything."
"Not yet mate," Spike said from behind him.
The barman snarled loudly, his features morphed and a parasitic demon lurched out of him with an incredible speed. It went straight for Angel, who held up his axe and with a swing worthy of any baseball team, cut it in half. The creature wailed loudly and fell to the floor in a greasy slimy mess.
"Good job boyos."
The group turned to Doyle who was standing a little off to the right, Angel smirked, "As the new guy."
"He gets to clean up the mess," Spike finished.
Doyle groaned loudly. Cordellia walked over and helped Daniel the bartender off the ground, the man groaning, blinking rapidly.
"Hey."
Cordellia smiled, "Hey."
"That must've been one hell of a date…"