~*~*~* Chapter 3 *~*~*~ by Susi "And what problem do we have now, Angel?" asked Cordy with a sigh, coming directly from the depth of her heart. If she had known that he would act like a total moron, she would have never said yes to the whole plan. "Are you coming? Now?" Angel looked at the flashing neon-light of the shop, looked back at the dark-haired *monster* outside of his car and shook his head vehemently. "Oh, come on, that�s only..." His dark eyes shot to her face. "Shhh, not so loud. I know what kind of shop that is," Angel hissed in a low voice at his, inwardly smirking, seer. "Than act as an adult and get your big butt into *that* shop," returned Cordy with a snigger and opened the door of the car for him. "I thought you care for Willow." She knew that was low, but it was fun to see the instant change in his posture. He was sooo whipped and didn�t knew it. With a heavy resigned sigh, Angel followed his *nemesis* to the shop, his steps slowing down with every meter. A demanding look from Cordy over her shoulder and he hurried to her side. Cordy linked her arm with Angel�s, just to be sure that he couldn�t get away and pulled him to the entry. "What did they call you? Scourge of Europe? Hah!" ~~~*~~~ "We�re searching for underwear," told Cordy the salesman, who practically undressed her with his eyes. "For men, something special, if you know what I mean" she added in a throaty sexy tone. A big knowing grin appeared on the salesman�s face, and with a wink at Angel, who thanked every goddess and god which he knew that vampire�s couldn�t blush, he pointed with his thumb to the shelves. "Third rack, on the right side, Miss." Cordy gave him one of her blinding thankful smiles, and dragged Angel along with her. With every �Ohhh� and �Ahhh� from Cordy, who rummaged with indulgence through the pile of underwear, Angel winced more. Triumphantly, Cordy turned around to Angel, a little piece of glittering *nothingness* dangling from her forefinger. "That�s it, that�s just perfect!" He was asleep. And dreaming. The worst nightmare in his entire being. He dreamt that he was standing in a sex-shop and Cordy.... think of it... Cordy of all people, showed him a silver-grey G-string. And even better, now she ordered him to try it on. A hysterical laughter escaped him and the �Dream-Cordy� said something, but he couldn�t hear it. His borrowed blood roared in his ears and little silver stars danced before his eyes. Oh... oh wait... wait... not stars... smileys? Since when...? And why... "Ouch!" Rapidly blinking to clear his fogged brain, Angel stared at the red mark on his arm where he had pinched himself. Good, no dream. NO DREAM?! Cordy barely suppressed a giggle at Angel�s sight. He seemed to be paralyzed with fear and stared at the G-string as if it were a snake and he the proverbial rabbit. "Gee, Angel! Pull yourself together. It�s only a piece of clothing." Angel snatched the cloth from her hand and growled at her. "I�m not wearing this... this... tasteless joke!" She grabbed for it and said in her sweetest tone, while she looked him up and down, "You�re right, it�s definitely too big for you. I�ll look for another one." One... two... th "Too big? TOO BIG? I show you too big, missy," snarled Angel infuriated and went off to the cabin, the whole time muttering about women and their incredible sizing. Cordy�s eyes widened. Angel... naked... naked Angel... ok almost naked Angel... Willow. Instantly she ran after him. "Angel, wait! It�s late and we have no time for fittings, just bye it." He turned and growled at her, his true face firmly in place and his razorsharp fangs slightly bared. "Stop it, you�re all �Grrr�." Angel hadn�t noticed that his demon had surfaced and with an effort he pushed it back in it�s cage. Relieved, Cordy took his arm and gently directed him to the checkout counter. "I�m sorry, Angel. I didn�t mean to hurt your manliness. You will look great, believe me, all the women will lie at your feet. And you will get lots of money." Not really feeling better about the little piece of cloth in his hand, Angel paid the horrendous prize and followed Cordy back to the car. ~~~*~~~ "That�s not the way back to the hotel," stated Angel the obvious. Cordy gave him a quick glance, before she explained the next step in his upcoming career as a stripper. "We have two more hours to get some rhythm into you. You�re an awful singer, maybe you�re a better dancer." Angel frowned at her words, "I�m not so bad at singing." At her dismissive glare, Angel asked, "So bad?" Cordy nodded wildly. The dark haired vampire surrendered, but murmured to himself, "But I can dance." The car shot into the free parking spot and halted with squeaking brakes. Cordy turned to the vampire beside her and said sternly, "Don�t start again with your lamenting, just get out of my car and follow me." Before Angel could open his mouth, she fixed him with a glare. "Don�t! Out... now!" Obediently the master vampire followed the slim girl into the house, unaware of his surroundings, till the green owner greeted him enthusiastically. He laid an arm around the dazed vampires shoulder and led him to the stage. "Angel-cakes, do you want a drink before you start shaking your hips for me?" Lorne�s only answer was the loud thud of the vampire�s fainted body hitting the floor. "Angel? Sweetie?" tbc |
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