demonbelthazor: (Angel // Coat)
demonbelthazor ([personal profile] demonbelthazor) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-01-21 01:58 pm

First stop: Room 238

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.]

[identity profile] wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
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."

[identity profile] wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com 2006-01-21 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.