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Friday Morning, Wolfram and Hart

Lilah sighed and unlocked the door to the office for the day. She also resisted the temptation to kick her desk--mostly because she had no desire to ruin her Jimmy Choos. God, she was bored. Evil seemed to do just fine on her own in this town, without any help from her. Angel was Angelus and seemed to be prospering with that (actually, he seemed happier now than she'd ever seen him). The two cops she'd been planning to annoy had left town.

~~And she was absolutely, positively, not brooding over a certain dollar bill in her wallet.~~.

Damn. She needed a goal, a focus. She sat down at her desk, tried to block out the music, and began to brainstorm.

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Drusilla knocked on the sewer door entrance. Or rang the doorbell. Or both, possibly, because the sounds amused her.

Waiting and being polite was absolutely no fun at all. Drusilla opened the door and walked inside.

Lilah turned around at the sound from where she'd been trying to disconnect the radio. Her face betrayed no emotion as she saw Drusilla again. Well, she'd wanted evil. "Drusilla. How ~~terrifying~~ charming to see you again. To what do I owe this visit?"

OOC: Can I know you're dead? Because Lilah would really reek of hell to a seeress who's already attuned to evil.

OOC: Sure. If nothing else, she'd be able to detect the complete absence of heartbeat and bloodflow.

OOC: True enough! But I didn't want to presume on that one either. Thanks! :)

Drusilla tilted her head and listened curiously, then tilted her head the other way and looked at Lilah. "You reek of brimstone and sulphur," she said, walking towards the desk. "And all sorts of other lovely things. Did Grandmummy come to say hello to you in hell?"

Lilah sniffed the sleeve of her jacket. "Excuse me, but that is Chanel."

"No, actually, we must have missed each other. She should have left a note telling me she was there. Maybe next time I'm in hell, we can have brunch or something."

Drusilla smirked, the glint in her eyes knowing. "Has Grandmummy gone missing again?" she asks. "She'll turn up. She always does."

She glanced around the room. "What a lovely place you've made for yourself. Much prettier here than with that darling, sweet Angel always around."

"Grandmu...oh, right. Isn't she your daughter these days?" She sighed, "But yes, I'm assuming that Darla will turn up. Actually, with you and Angelus around, that would be pretty damn funny. I hope she does."

"Thank you," she said dryly. "What are you doing in this ~~tiny little pissant country place~~ fine burg?"

Drusilla sighed. "It's all mixed up these days, but you're right. I'm the mummy now." She sat down and crossed her legs primly. "I think we may be seeing Darla very, very soon, though, and I miss her terribly."

"I'm a teacher at the school," says Drusilla, her eyes sparkling mischeviously. "Psychology. ~~Such a lovely little town, but not nearly enough places to hide the bodies.~~"

Lilah can't help laughing, hard. "You're teaching students? And you're teaching them psychology? ~~Was Hannibal Lecter not available?~~"

~~"Tell me about it. There's also a huge shortage of other people to coerce and blame things on.~~

She sat up straighter. "Wait, Darla? You think we'll be seeing her soon?" Well, ask for interesting times, and ye shall receive.

Drusilla would pout if she didn't understand Lilah's reaction. She decided to pout anyway, because it was fun. "They let me teach," she says, her voice full of amusement. "Do you think it's not my area of specialty? ~~Hannibal Lecter is an amateur, you know.~~ It's delightfully fun. Last night's lesson was particularly enlightening to the poor young things. And I'm to run detention this weekend."

~~"Too many sad little boys and girls wearing their hearts on their sleeves. They want to be good. Good little boys and girls are tattletales."~~

"Parents Day is coming soon," said Drusilla. "And didn't she send her darling boy for an education?" She smiled at Lilah.

Lilah smirked, "No, I think that if anyone would understand ~~abnormal~~ psychology, it would be you."

"What did you do to the little babies yesterday? And this weekend? Any upcoming plans for them?"

"Oh, ugh. Nothing like whiny brats to take the fun out of evil--I mean, look at the slayer. *grumps*

Lilah grinned. "Parents' weekend? That should be quite ~~the Greek tragedy~~ entertaining. When is it? I'll mark it down on my calendar."

"Mmm, so true," says Drusilla. "We had a class exercise. Everyone got to be insane for ~~a day~~ an hour." She laughed and clapped her hands gleefully. "It was so dreadfully messy, and this weekend, I think I'll borrow the slide projector from the library."

~~"I've promising students amidst the dross, but their eyes need to be popped from their skulls and scoured with sand. I have the Slayer in detention too. The blonde one."~~

"Next weekend," says Drusilla. "Maybe I'll grab Darla and we can have lunch together. Just like old times. ~~I like Greek tragedies. Don't you? They remind me of home.~~"

"Do I want to know what you want the slide projector for?" Lilah drummed her fingernails against the top of the desk. "Messy?" She smiled, took out a handful of business cards, and handed them to Drusilla. After all, business was business. "Here, distribute as you see fit."

~~"Sand scouring and eye popping. Yeah, I can see how that would help. The blonde slayer? Oh, Angel's little kink, that's right. Have fun with her--I hear she's 'fragile'.~~

Lilah's eyes widened in what other people might call alarm. "Lunch. What would be on the menu? ~~They actually remind me of my senior year English teacher--who liked to read them aloud while I...well, nevermind.~~

"I'm going to show them the error of their ways," said Drusilla brightly. "With pictures!" She took the business cards and slipped them into her purse. "Such a lonely little office."

~~"Fragile is lovely. They shatter into tiny little shards when they break."~~

"Pity you've lost the chance," she said. Drusilla smiled and reached out towards Lilah's cheek with one hand outstretched. "You were so sweet." She sighed wistfully. ~~"Oh, no, you needn't stop on my account..."~~

Lilah snickered. "I can't even imagine. Is there a soundtrack or speech to go with this reformation and repentance thing you're doing, or are you letting the pictures speak for themselves?"

She sighed, "Yes, I know it's lonely. It needs...something. ~~Employees, clients, chairs...anything but that radio!"~~And I can't believe I just agreed with the woman who tried to eat me. Still, when she's right, she's right.

~~"You have no idea what kind of promotion I'd get if you managed to break the Slayer like a mirror. Let me know if I can help."~~

Lilah automatically took a step back from Drusilla's hand, then remembered. She didn't have any blood. Finally, I found a perk "Thank you. I've never had such an incredibly morbid compliment before."

~~Well, let's just say that the affair ended abruptly on Parent-Teacher night when my father met his wife and they started comparing notes. My teacher didn't end up in jail, but it was close.~~

*stalks into the office, and grins at Lilah, the kind of grin that makes most sensible people back away slowly while looking for the nearest weapon*

Good morning.

Lilah tried not to roll her eyes, figuring that would get her off to a bad start.

"Good morning."

*props hands on desk, leans towards Lilah and say in tones of complete and total disinterest*

I'm bored, you got anything around here needs killing?

~~"Well, my boss isn't here, but I really like his office."~~

"No one in particular, unfortunately," she frowns, desperately trying to come up with someone. After all, offers like this are rare. "But how do you feel about chaos and rampaging? A good round of chaos always drums up business."

[ooc: Thanks. :)]

~~Bosses require a lot of subtlety, you need to create a power vacuum without causing chaos, or drawing suspicion on yourself.~~

*perks up*

Chaos I can do, and I haven't had a chance to rampage since I got to this godsforsaken place, well, except for the zombies and they don't really count.

*mutters* No kidding. Unfortunately, if Manners buys it it's all on me right now--there's no one else who works here.

*grins*

Well, then, feel free to rampage at will. Anything you need from me before you start? Weapons, ~~excuses from class~~, armor, information? Do you have a target in mind?

~~Nasty, last time I had to stage a coup, there were so many suspects that they all killed each other off and created the power vacuum for me.~~

*visibly deflates*

That's just it, there's nothing to rampage against in this town, nothing. You honestly think I would have come here if I hadn't exhausted every other option in this place first?

*crosses arms and pouts*

~~Yeah, I'll definitely contact you if there are ever any other employees here who could take the blame.~~

*ponders*

You can take a few whacks at that, if you want. It's driving me nuts.

*points to the radio transmitter she was trying to disassemble earlier. It is now playing Hilary Duff.*

Tell me about it. Even the zombies didn't take the place apart--and there wasn't enough after-damage to take advantage of any situations.

~~Excellent, always good to have something to look forward to.~~

*winces at teh evil of Hilary Duff*

*after carefully poking at the radio, she brings down a handy sledgehammer on it a few time*

*the radio gamely plays on*

Tried burning it?

~~Do you have a number where you would prefer to be reached for this kind of thing?~~

Damn it.

*glares at radio*

Yes. Acid didn't work, either. In case you're ever wondering? When they say hell, or, for that matter, when they say permanently binding? They mean it.

Here. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/psycho_barbie/1635.html) Just remember not to say anything that could be used against either of us both Principal Connor, or ask me to sign anything.

*cocks head and rubs chin*

Holy water, maybe?

I'll have to remember that.

~~Great, I'll keep that in mind. But I don't do anything on campus--strictly town business only. We only have to deal with the cops, and, well, have you met them? No problem.~~

I haven't tried the holy water. We don't keep it around much--some of our clients find it...upsetting.

*raises eyebrow* You really think a little thing like rule of law is going to protect you if Connor gets pissed enough to come after you?

It's worth a shot, at least.

~~No, of course not. That's why I stay out of her school. So far, though, even she's been unable to make our local police force effective.~~

*glares at radio again. It's now playing Ace of Base*

Anything would be better than this.

~~Some things are even beyond Principal Connor.~~

Gotta go. Good luck with the radio.

*waves and walk off to escape the bad music*

~~Don't let her hear you say that.~~

Thanks. I'll be in touch.

*glares at radio. It does not spontaneously combust.*

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