The Gym, Late Sunday Afternoon

[demonbelthazor]

Bel decided to take out some agressions on an innocent punching bag, giving it the faces of any of half a dozen people. Crowley was an obvious target. Marty, too, for what he had done Friday night. He still hadn't heard from Darla or Dru so he had little idea what condition they were in after Team Angel had finished with them.

But at the very top of the list today whoever had cast that stupid spell that made everyone sing their true feelings. Not only was it embarrassing enough, he'd scared Phoebe by letting her see what the demon in him felt -- if he couldn't have her, no one would. Now he'd never get her back. If he even wanted to take her back at this point.


[OOC: Open for interaction or for your afternoon gymly needs.]

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I don't know how much I can do, but I'll try. And in the meantime, if there's some way I can help you..." Lana looks at him seriously. "I'll do whatever I can. From what little I've heard of this Crowley... he scares me."

She glances down at her watch and sighs, "Somehow I don't feel like working out now. I'm going to head back up to my room. You know where to find me if there's anything I can do."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel nodded. "Thanks," he said. "For, uh, being a friend to Phoebe. And listening."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana gave him a rueful smile. "You're welcome. I just wish..." She shakes her head. "Doesn't matter. Anyway, thanks yourself for understanding and I guess I'll see you around."

She touches him gently on the arm again and leaves the gym quietly.