Angels Bad Night
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Angel the Series › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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3,515
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Chapter Two
Three hours and several demon slayings later, Angel was in his car again. Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn had decided to order pizza.
Angel didn't understand why _he'd_ been the one nominated to go pick up the pizza. He didn't eat pizza. He didn't eat food,
period. But there was no use arguing with Cordelia, he should have known that by now. He'd made the mistake of forgetting and
as a result, he had a really bad headache now.
And as much as he'd tried to, he hadn't been able to forget the one thing he'd really wanted to forget today. It was his birthday. Well, not HIS birthday really. Liam's birthday. Or, more precisely, it would've been Liam's birthday, if Darla hadn't turned him, over a century ago. But then again, if Darla hadn't turned him, his birthday wouldn't matter to him now, because he'd be dead.
But then again, even death wasn't looking all that bad to him about now. Because at least then he wouldn't have to think about
the fact that it was his birthday and nobody cared. Granted, they didn't know... but that was beside the point. The point was that what he really wanted, was to be alone, tonight of all nights. But he obviously wasn't going to get that.
Angel paid for the pizza...he always ended up having to pay. Even though he didn't eat it. He rolled his eyes as the boy at the cash register puzzled out his change, and sighed with relief when it was handed to him finally. He didn't even care that it had been counted out wrong. He just wanted to get home.
He backed out of the parking lot...
{BAM!}
"FUCK!" Angel yelled; he'd hit something. Or something had hit him. Either way... He sighed and got out of his car. At least he had insurance. Cordelia had managed, a year ago, to hack into the city's records and get him a driver's license and social security number even. She'd insisted that he needed to appear 'legit' if he was going to be a private investigator. He'd just shrugged and let her have her fun. Then she'd suggested he get car insurance. He'd figured it wouldn't hurt anything.
Now he was grateful he had followed her advice. Because he had hit another car, and dented their front fender. It was a blue
corvette, the driver was...
"Fuck," Angel muttered and leaned against his car in complete resignation. He'd asked for it, when he'd thought the night
would probably get worse. He realized that now.
"Oi, Peaches, what the fuck did you do to my car?" Spike asked, an amused glint in his eyes.
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Angel didn't understand why _he'd_ been the one nominated to go pick up the pizza. He didn't eat pizza. He didn't eat food,
period. But there was no use arguing with Cordelia, he should have known that by now. He'd made the mistake of forgetting and
as a result, he had a really bad headache now.
And as much as he'd tried to, he hadn't been able to forget the one thing he'd really wanted to forget today. It was his birthday. Well, not HIS birthday really. Liam's birthday. Or, more precisely, it would've been Liam's birthday, if Darla hadn't turned him, over a century ago. But then again, if Darla hadn't turned him, his birthday wouldn't matter to him now, because he'd be dead.
But then again, even death wasn't looking all that bad to him about now. Because at least then he wouldn't have to think about
the fact that it was his birthday and nobody cared. Granted, they didn't know... but that was beside the point. The point was that what he really wanted, was to be alone, tonight of all nights. But he obviously wasn't going to get that.
Angel paid for the pizza...he always ended up having to pay. Even though he didn't eat it. He rolled his eyes as the boy at the cash register puzzled out his change, and sighed with relief when it was handed to him finally. He didn't even care that it had been counted out wrong. He just wanted to get home.
He backed out of the parking lot...
{BAM!}
"FUCK!" Angel yelled; he'd hit something. Or something had hit him. Either way... He sighed and got out of his car. At least he had insurance. Cordelia had managed, a year ago, to hack into the city's records and get him a driver's license and social security number even. She'd insisted that he needed to appear 'legit' if he was going to be a private investigator. He'd just shrugged and let her have her fun. Then she'd suggested he get car insurance. He'd figured it wouldn't hurt anything.
Now he was grateful he had followed her advice. Because he had hit another car, and dented their front fender. It was a blue
corvette, the driver was...
"Fuck," Angel muttered and leaned against his car in complete resignation. He'd asked for it, when he'd thought the night
would probably get worse. He realized that now.
"Oi, Peaches, what the fuck did you do to my car?" Spike asked, an amused glint in his eyes.
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