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]

After getting home from the hotel and settling back in, Lana decided she could do with some exercise. She entered the gym, heading straight for the standing bag, then froze when she realized Bel was there.

"Oh, um... hi?" Memories of yesterday swept over her and she blushed and wondered if it might not be wiser to just flee.