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[06 Nov 2005|04:16pm] |
White Gucci shoes and brown leather boots continued their persistant and hurried traipse down Las Vegas Blvd, sourthward in direction. Their pursuers more than likely no longer persuing, they pressed on until they were completely out of breath. The demon in canary yellow and the woman in jeans reluctantly slowed their pace, adrenaline drained and lungs winded.
"I think we lost them," Lorne wheezed, bent down, hand rested on knee, other arm propping him up against a sign post.
"I don't even think they were following," came Meredith's gasping reply as she slumped to sitting against a mailbox. She brushed hair out of her face and looked around, shielding her eyes from the headlights of a passing car. She looked back at the demon. "Sorry about your club, though."
He moved himself to a bench and sat wearily, burying his face in his hands. Red horns protruded between his long fingers, and Lorne heaved an exhausted yet frustrated sigh. He started to get the feeling that some higher power, somewhere out there, really did not want him to have a nightclub. Infact, in his moment of weakness, Lorne began to feel as though everything he touched had turned to ash. Ridiculous, of course, but when your labors of love come crashing down around you for the 4th or 5th time in your life, your thoughts start to meander away from the bright side.
Silence passed between them for a number of minutes. Meredith kept her eyes on the sulking demon. In any other situation, she would have given her goodbyes and left the man on his own. Even at most times, she wouldn't have even bothered with a goodbye. The woman wasn't particularily known to exude much regard for the sentiments of others, and even the fact that she had stayed around this long had suprised her. Maybe she just felt sorry for him, or maybe there was just something about him that made it so hard for her turn her back and leave. He was a good man, even though technically he actually wasn't a man, but he possessed a quality of kindness that allowed Meredith to feel the slightest twinges of sympathy.
With a sort of hesitant reluctance, she pulled herself off the ground and sat beside the demon on the bench. "Hey, it's only a couple of bulletholes and a broken table or two," she ventured, voice wavering with uncertainty. She wasn't really good at this consoling thing. "N-nothing a little plaster, glue, and paint can't fix. Infact, I think I might even know a guy who--"
"It's fine," Lorne's quiet and gentle voice interrupted. He sighed again, and pushing his fingers through his no longer perfectly styled hair, he sat up and looked over at the woman sitting beside him. "Me, and the whole nightclub thing? It's probably just not meant to be. I'm starting to think it never was."
Meredith frowned, tilting her head slightly. "You can't just throw in the towel because a bunch of ugly assholes toss a couple of tables around," she told him, "You just need to pick yourself up and move on, move past it. It's only a bit of a mess. I've seen worse damage to houses after college parties."
"Normally, I'd be inclined to agree with you, Kitten," Lorne replied, his voice still quiet and somewhat thoughtful. "Had this been the first time this has happened to me. Or even the second. Maybe even the third if I was feeling overly optimistic."
( Shit happens. )
( Finally, a name to a face. )
( Never buy a pep-talking from a woman who loathes everything. )
( Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my 'Special talent'. )
Meredith gave him a half smile and sighed. "Thanks, I guess. I suppose then I wont be getting chased out of your club anytime soon," she mused, then realized what she had said. "Well, I mean, when you get it up and running again. You ARE going to rebuild, right?"
Lorne heaved a rather long and wistful sigh. "I don't know, probably," he told her as he rubbed at his eye with the palm of his hand. "But I don't want to think about it at this point. I've had a long night."
"We both have," she responded with a yawn. She reached her hands up behind her head and stretched. "C'mon, i'll buy you a cup of coffee."
The demon smiled at her, a friendly yet tired smile. "Hey, you saved my ass tonight," he said, continuing to rub at his weary eyes, "It's on me."
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