Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday afternoon

[demonbelthazor]

Instead of packing for Vegas (because he of course preferred to leave these kind of things to the last minute, and it's not like he couldn't just shimmer back if he forgot anything), Bel lounged in the common room, fiddling with his laptop. He was looking up things to do in Vegas, and he'd found some rather interesting possiblities, most of which hinged on Phale and Wilson not catching him sneaking out.

Hopefully no summons from the Underworld would ruin the trip.

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders mock-pouted. "I never get to do the plundering."

[demonbelthazor]

"Maybe you shouldn't be shaking your booty so much then," Bel said. "Attracts the wrong sort of attention."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders just reached over and swatted Bel lightly with one of the couch cushions.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel picked up a cushion and thwacked Anders back.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders pretended to take another swing with the cushion, and instead poked Bel in the arm.

[demonbelthazor]

"Quit it," Bel said good-naturedly.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You like it," Anders countered just as good-naturedly, threatening to poke him again but not quite connecting.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel squirmed to avoid Anders's fingers, because he so did not want to reveal that he was terribly ticklish.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders noticed the squirming, and smirked. "I haven't even touched you," he said. "Don't tell me the demon's afraid of a little harmless poking."

[demonbelthazor]

"How 'bout you let me do the poking," Bel growled.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Go for it." Anders held his hands up in some bizarre combination of invitation and surrender. "I'm not afraid of it."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel poked Anders in the ribs. "I'm not afraid of it!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders aimed both index fingers in an appropriately threatening but playful manner at Bel's side. "You're not, huh?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Gah!" Bel exclaimed, near-flailing to avoid Anders's fingers.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders fell over sideways on the couch laughing. "Oh my lords . . . you're ticklish, aren't you?"

[OOC: *runs home now yay*]

[demonbelthazor]

"No!" Bel said quickly -- too quickly.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

The smirk got even broader. "You. So. Totally. Are."

[demonbelthazor]

"I am not!" Bel said. But he inched away from Anders lest he try to prove he was.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders inched over after him with fingers still extended, looking amused yet predatory. "Yeah, the backing away makes me believe that."

[demonbelthazor]

"Don't make me set you on fire," Bel warned.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, kinky." Anders relented and tucked his hands into his jacket pockets, but he was still wearing a smug expression. "Don't think I'm going to forget that, though."

[demonbelthazor]

"You tell anybody and I kick your ass," Bel growled.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Do I look that dumb?" Anders retorted. "I like being alive, thanks."

[demonbelthazor]

"Good," Bel said. "Smart boy." He still eyed Anders warily, however.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders was still smirking. "That could come in really, really handy this weekend . . ."