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xp_logs2009-06-28 01:30 am
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Angel and Inez - Boys suck.
After Angel gets back from her "date" with Julian, she finds someone to complain to.
Right. Email sent to Inez, bottle collected, sandwich made. Shaking her head, Angel tiredly trudged out of her suite - making sure to avoid Kevin seeing her looking so despondent - and headed towards Roofie the Wonder Roof Couch. Maybe some alone time would do her good...
Inez had looked all over for Angel ever since she saw the email. Confused, she'd headed to Angel's suite, then to the pool, then to the kitchen, the garage, back to the kitchen (this WAS Angel, after all), the gym, back to the kitchen, and finally back up to the suite where there was still no sign of the fiery redhead.
The last place Inez thought to look was up on the flier's platform, so she made her way to the roof.
When she got there, her jaw practically dropped to see Angel sprawled out on the couch there, seemingly unconscious, with a bottle conspicuously resting in her hand. Angrily, Inez stalked over and yanked the bottle out of Angel's hand roughly. "What the hell is all this about, huh?" she demanded.
Angel jerked backwards at the sudden words, completely confused and still half asleep. She stared in shock up at the tall blond in front of her, trying to figure out if she was still dreaming or not. But if she was still dreaming, Johnny Depp would still be cuddled up to her and feeding her chocolate and she'd still have...
"Hey, my energy drink!" she exclaimed, trying to figure out exactly why Inez was shaking at it at her.
"Energy drink?" Inez asked, her rather self-righteous lecture suddenly totally derailed. "Wait, you... you're not drunk? What with the 'he's all yours' email and going and hiding up here and... energy drink? Seriously?"
They probably could have flown the Blackbird straight into Angel's gaping mouth. "You ... thought I was drinking?" It was shrill, half from shock and half from laughter. "The last time I had wine was at my communion and I'm fairly positive I made the 'Oh god oh god, there's something dead in my mouth' face! I just came up here for some alone time - I mean, I ate my sandwich already."
Is that what really upset people normally did? Well, she didn't have sex and she didn't drink so she was apparently the weirdest person on the face of the planet in the history of forever.
Inez shrugged and sat on the end of the couch. She handed the bottle back to Angel and perched to look down at the shorter redhead. "So... what's up with the email, yo? I figured you and Jules were... y'know..." She hooked her fingers together dramatically. "All mendy-fences and stuff, right?"
That had to be the reason Julian had basically turned her down flat the other day, Inez figured. And it was cool if he was getting back together with Angel, she wasn't going to be the kind to poach someone else's boyfriend. But if that wasn't the case... someone had some explaining to do.
With a groan, Angel flopped backwards onto the couch and slipped down into a sitting position that she had obviously learned from Kevin. "Manny set us up tonight," she explained. "Told us both to go to the same restaurant for dinner but we thought we were meeting him, separate. It went about as well as Mr. Summers proposing to Mr. Logan would probably go."
It was odd - she wasn't upset about Inez liking Julian. That she'd known about. Angel was kind of really just sick at heart, and sick, by some of the things he'd said to her.
Curious, Inez leaned forward, elbows on her knees. "Sounds like a sneaky guy, this Manuel. So how come it didn't go well?"
"We were both angry and he, ah -" She tugged at the strands of hair that had escaped from her ponytail during her nap, running her fingers through the tangles. "There were a lot of heated words and I ended up throwing water in his face before leaving."
Inez groaned and rolled her eyes, leaning forwards more so that she flopped down on the couch in a sprawl of long limbs. "Goddamnit, Keller," she swore through clenched teeth. "Sometimes I swear he's all looks and no brains, you know? I mean, I..." Inez sighed and hid her face in the couch for a second. "Well, you know. He's Julian. But I swear sometimes he's such a... a GUY."
She couldn't help it, Angel laughed at that even as she tossed her arm over her eyes. "That's one way to describe it," she agreed, feeling just completely drained after the last few weeks. And it bothered her that she was so upset when things bigger than silly relationship crap was happening at the mansion. It was so ... normal and things shouldn't be normal. "Inez, can I ask you a question?"
Inez looked up, nodding to Angel like they were two normal teenagers just chatting on a couch that didn't happen to be sitting on the roof. "Sure, what's up?"
"Is it my fault, or bad, that I don't have sex?" she asked, her voice suddenly a whisper as her eyes began to sting behind her arm.
Inez nearly fell off the couch in surprise. "Oh, Angel. No, no, of course not. I mean, that's your choice. And it's not like you're a prude or anything, not at all." She scooted over to put an arm over Angel's shoulders. "It's just... there's nothing wrong with waiting until the right person and the right time, y'know?"
Only at Xavier's would the former girlfriend of a jerk be leaning on the potential crush of said former boyfriend for support. But then again, she'd once been trapped in a dreamscape with a talking seagull so that kind of put everything into perspective. "I've always been a wait until marriage kind of girl," Angel admitted with a sniffle. "And ... I think that might have been the problem. It was probably why Julian kissed Esme."
"Oh, I doubt that," Inez said wryly. "I mean, he didn't kiss me."
She gave Inez a watery smile. "He told me something along those lines - though more along the lines of him being an ass. It's why I emailed you and told you to go for him because. I don't know. He did the bad thing and I'm the bitch for being upset, I think."
"If he doesn't want to get back together with you because you're not ready to have sex," Inez said, "then he's being a jerk." Then she stopped and pouted. "He told me that he wasn't ready. I'm so confused."
"He said what?!" Angel's jaw suddenly clenched. "Then he just said it to hurt me because he knew where I drew my lines when we started dating." She grumbled and finished off her energy drink before shoving the bottle into the crack of the couch. "Why are boys so mean? And stupid? And he probably SMELLS when he's not drenched in cologne."
Inez shrugged, looking down at her feet. "I don't know. Maybe... maybe I just got him thinking about it and he decided you're what he wants."
Angel shoulder bumped Inez. "He sure had a funny way of showing it. Maybe he's just not that into me - I did see that movie, you know? I'm just going to avoid him for a while - the place is big enough that I can do it, right?"
"If not, you can fly, right?" Inez said with a smile, leaning back into the couch and staring up at the sky. "I hear he mostly just faceplants."
She smirked at that. "Oh hell yes. He'll be stuck somewhere in the ground in a Julian shaped hole while I'm flying near the stars." Slouching down, Angel joined Inez in her star gazing. "Ultimate lesson is this. We're better than boys and we smell nicer."
"Hell yes."
Right. Email sent to Inez, bottle collected, sandwich made. Shaking her head, Angel tiredly trudged out of her suite - making sure to avoid Kevin seeing her looking so despondent - and headed towards Roofie the Wonder Roof Couch. Maybe some alone time would do her good...
Inez had looked all over for Angel ever since she saw the email. Confused, she'd headed to Angel's suite, then to the pool, then to the kitchen, the garage, back to the kitchen (this WAS Angel, after all), the gym, back to the kitchen, and finally back up to the suite where there was still no sign of the fiery redhead.
The last place Inez thought to look was up on the flier's platform, so she made her way to the roof.
When she got there, her jaw practically dropped to see Angel sprawled out on the couch there, seemingly unconscious, with a bottle conspicuously resting in her hand. Angrily, Inez stalked over and yanked the bottle out of Angel's hand roughly. "What the hell is all this about, huh?" she demanded.
Angel jerked backwards at the sudden words, completely confused and still half asleep. She stared in shock up at the tall blond in front of her, trying to figure out if she was still dreaming or not. But if she was still dreaming, Johnny Depp would still be cuddled up to her and feeding her chocolate and she'd still have...
"Hey, my energy drink!" she exclaimed, trying to figure out exactly why Inez was shaking at it at her.
"Energy drink?" Inez asked, her rather self-righteous lecture suddenly totally derailed. "Wait, you... you're not drunk? What with the 'he's all yours' email and going and hiding up here and... energy drink? Seriously?"
They probably could have flown the Blackbird straight into Angel's gaping mouth. "You ... thought I was drinking?" It was shrill, half from shock and half from laughter. "The last time I had wine was at my communion and I'm fairly positive I made the 'Oh god oh god, there's something dead in my mouth' face! I just came up here for some alone time - I mean, I ate my sandwich already."
Is that what really upset people normally did? Well, she didn't have sex and she didn't drink so she was apparently the weirdest person on the face of the planet in the history of forever.
Inez shrugged and sat on the end of the couch. She handed the bottle back to Angel and perched to look down at the shorter redhead. "So... what's up with the email, yo? I figured you and Jules were... y'know..." She hooked her fingers together dramatically. "All mendy-fences and stuff, right?"
That had to be the reason Julian had basically turned her down flat the other day, Inez figured. And it was cool if he was getting back together with Angel, she wasn't going to be the kind to poach someone else's boyfriend. But if that wasn't the case... someone had some explaining to do.
With a groan, Angel flopped backwards onto the couch and slipped down into a sitting position that she had obviously learned from Kevin. "Manny set us up tonight," she explained. "Told us both to go to the same restaurant for dinner but we thought we were meeting him, separate. It went about as well as Mr. Summers proposing to Mr. Logan would probably go."
It was odd - she wasn't upset about Inez liking Julian. That she'd known about. Angel was kind of really just sick at heart, and sick, by some of the things he'd said to her.
Curious, Inez leaned forward, elbows on her knees. "Sounds like a sneaky guy, this Manuel. So how come it didn't go well?"
"We were both angry and he, ah -" She tugged at the strands of hair that had escaped from her ponytail during her nap, running her fingers through the tangles. "There were a lot of heated words and I ended up throwing water in his face before leaving."
Inez groaned and rolled her eyes, leaning forwards more so that she flopped down on the couch in a sprawl of long limbs. "Goddamnit, Keller," she swore through clenched teeth. "Sometimes I swear he's all looks and no brains, you know? I mean, I..." Inez sighed and hid her face in the couch for a second. "Well, you know. He's Julian. But I swear sometimes he's such a... a GUY."
She couldn't help it, Angel laughed at that even as she tossed her arm over her eyes. "That's one way to describe it," she agreed, feeling just completely drained after the last few weeks. And it bothered her that she was so upset when things bigger than silly relationship crap was happening at the mansion. It was so ... normal and things shouldn't be normal. "Inez, can I ask you a question?"
Inez looked up, nodding to Angel like they were two normal teenagers just chatting on a couch that didn't happen to be sitting on the roof. "Sure, what's up?"
"Is it my fault, or bad, that I don't have sex?" she asked, her voice suddenly a whisper as her eyes began to sting behind her arm.
Inez nearly fell off the couch in surprise. "Oh, Angel. No, no, of course not. I mean, that's your choice. And it's not like you're a prude or anything, not at all." She scooted over to put an arm over Angel's shoulders. "It's just... there's nothing wrong with waiting until the right person and the right time, y'know?"
Only at Xavier's would the former girlfriend of a jerk be leaning on the potential crush of said former boyfriend for support. But then again, she'd once been trapped in a dreamscape with a talking seagull so that kind of put everything into perspective. "I've always been a wait until marriage kind of girl," Angel admitted with a sniffle. "And ... I think that might have been the problem. It was probably why Julian kissed Esme."
"Oh, I doubt that," Inez said wryly. "I mean, he didn't kiss me."
She gave Inez a watery smile. "He told me something along those lines - though more along the lines of him being an ass. It's why I emailed you and told you to go for him because. I don't know. He did the bad thing and I'm the bitch for being upset, I think."
"If he doesn't want to get back together with you because you're not ready to have sex," Inez said, "then he's being a jerk." Then she stopped and pouted. "He told me that he wasn't ready. I'm so confused."
"He said what?!" Angel's jaw suddenly clenched. "Then he just said it to hurt me because he knew where I drew my lines when we started dating." She grumbled and finished off her energy drink before shoving the bottle into the crack of the couch. "Why are boys so mean? And stupid? And he probably SMELLS when he's not drenched in cologne."
Inez shrugged, looking down at her feet. "I don't know. Maybe... maybe I just got him thinking about it and he decided you're what he wants."
Angel shoulder bumped Inez. "He sure had a funny way of showing it. Maybe he's just not that into me - I did see that movie, you know? I'm just going to avoid him for a while - the place is big enough that I can do it, right?"
"If not, you can fly, right?" Inez said with a smile, leaning back into the couch and staring up at the sky. "I hear he mostly just faceplants."
She smirked at that. "Oh hell yes. He'll be stuck somewhere in the ground in a Julian shaped hole while I'm flying near the stars." Slouching down, Angel joined Inez in her star gazing. "Ultimate lesson is this. We're better than boys and we smell nicer."
"Hell yes."