First stop: Room 238

[demonbelthazor]

Bel hurried from Callisto's room downstairs to Angel's. First stop, change clothes. He hoped the roommate wasn't around.

Fortunately the key to the room was in his pocket. He changed into clothes he felt more comfortable in, and couldn't resist when he found leather pants hidden in the back of the closet. You could put a soul in a vampire, it seemed, but you couldn't completely take away his leather. He grabbed the leather coat, too.

Only then did it occur to him that if he was in Angel's body...then where was his body? Oh, hell.


[Open to anyone who wants to interrupt, um, "Angel," on his way to or from 238 and the attic.]

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[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep looks at him oddly. "The one you and Lana started. For people who come from towns that have a history of odd occurences. I'm sure she said it was with you."

[demonbelthazor]

"Oh! Right. That club," Bel said. "Sorry, had a rough night."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"With anyone I know?" Shep asked with a grin. "With anyone you know?" he adds with a conspiratorial wink. Sometimes guys just have to be guys.

[demonbelthazor]

"With, ah, Callisto," he said, forcing a grin instead of a look of disgust. "We had a date last night."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep watches the strange twist of emotions that go over Angel's face. "Look I don't know her too well, but most guys who are just coming home from an all-night date usually look a little more... pleased... about it?"

[demonbelthazor]

"It was just...I don't know how things are going to work out," Bel said hastily. "I'm kind of new at this dating thing."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep thinks back to the discussion he had with Lana in the gym that morning. He could understand that feeling. "Yeah, but you had to be doing something right, if you were there all night. Right? You like her, she likes you... I'm discovering that it really *isn't* much more complicated than that."

[demonbelthazor]

"Well, sure, if all you care about is sex, but I have to worry about the whole perfect happiness thing and keeping myself miserable," Bel babbled, trying to find a way out of this conversation and just digging himself deeper instead.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep looks at him sort of sideways. He sounded like he was reading a script or something. "Man, if you're looking for perfect happiness... you're gonna be looking for a long time. No one's perfect. Maybe you should just aim for 'pretty good most of the time.' It's a lot harder to be disappointed that way."

He stops and thinks. "Keeping yourself miserable? I've got lots of people around here who I *swear* their only purpose is to make me miserable. I need to keep myself miserable. Why would you? If you need people to keep you miserable, I could give you a few names."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

[yeah, okay... that should say 'I don't need to keep myself miserable. Why would you?'. Guh.

[demonbelthazor]

It occurred to Bel that Shep didn't know about the curse. He wondered how many people actually did know the details. "You're right," he agreed slyly. "Looking for perfect happiness can be disappointing. But I want to try."

Now if word of this conversation ever got passed on, it was bound to cause chaos, which made him smile despite the situation.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Now Shep was just thoroughly confused. "Don't tell Callisto that. Girls get all... girly if they think they don't measure up. If she thinks you're looking for perfection, she'll just freak out if you don't see her as perfect. Sex isn't everything, but you know... it's a good thing. And if you ever want to get into her bed again, don't let on that you think she's... subpar or something."

[demonbelthazor]

"Subpar?" Bel echoed. "Between you and me, in bed she's anything but. She's almost like a pro." He grinned, knowing he was being petty, but he didn't care.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep screwed up his face. "Yeah, you may not want to let her hear *that* either. Some girls don't take real well to being compared to a prostitute."

This conversation was getting weirder and weirder.

[demonbelthazor]

"I don't know, she might," Bel mused. "But I'm not going to test the theory."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"Smart move..." Shep says wondering why Angel was acting like this. He didn't know the guy well, but he was pretty certain he wasn't the sort that called his girlfriend a hooker. He wondered if maybe he should tell Lana to stay away from him, club or no club.

[demonbelthazor]

"Nice chatting with you, Shep," Bel said, "but I gotta get going. See you around, okay?" He patted Shep on the back.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

"Uh, yeah... bye..." That was really strange. He wasn't a hundred percent sure Angel even knew his name. And he didn't seem to *ever* be the back-patting sort.

Shaking his head, Shep headed back to his room to shower and change.