Friday Night, Wolfram and Hart

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Lilah sits in her office reading a magazine researching the Orb of Thesulah problem for Angelus. Her feet are propped up on the desk and she's close to dozing off. She is very, very busy.

Really.

Occasionally she wonders where her new employee is, but then she decides that it's not her problem.

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Drusilla opens the door to Wolfram and Hart and slams it shut behind her.

"Where is Darla?" she asks, tilting her head curiously at Lilah's shoes. They were very pretty.

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Crap. Now it's my problem.

"How should I know?" She casually turned a page and picked up a pen from the desk to fill out the quiz.

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Drusilla smiled.

It was a slightly homicidal smile.

"I want to see her." She stomped her foot.

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Lilah suddenly had a bone deep understanding of the change in the power dynamics between Drusilla and herself now that she was dead. For one thing, she had no frantic pulse to give her away.

She filled in an answer. "Well, she's not here. I don't know where she is. Did you ask your boy? He's usually got an idea as to her whereabouts."

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"He's gone as well," said Drusilla.

She eyed the office. "Kindling," she murmured. "Would you like to redecorate?"

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Lilah raised her eyebrows at the eyebrow, not sure she liked the sudden turn the conversation had taken. If Angelus was out of town, and Darla was out of town...then there was no one to stop the insane psychic vampire.

"I hadn't really given it much thought," she drawled, adjusting the scarf at her neck.

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"Such a beautiful scarf," said Drusilla. "Silk leaves the loveliest bruises." She picked up an office chair and smashed it down on the floor.

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"Problem?" Lilah stood and backed away from Drusilla, placing the magazine deliberately on the desk and making sure to keep the desk between herself and the vampire. "It's covering a real doozy of a bruise, too."

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Drusilla shook her head. "It's a shame, isn't it?" she asked, reaching up to trace a line across the front of her throat with her fingertips. "You were so pretty when you were frightened." She took Lilah's inbox and upended it on the desk, then cracked the inbox in half.

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Lilah swallowed and took a small step back. "Yeah, I'll tell ya', I'm completely heartbroken about it." She refused to be offended by the implication that she wasn't pretty now.

"Go ahead, I wasn't using that anyway." She began checking her manicure for chips.

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Drusilla chuckled. "Yes. Your heart is broken, isn't it?" Sing a song of sixpence, with little blackbirds to peck their eyes out.

"Cracked little inbox, cracked little heart, cracked little head." There was a lamp on the desk. Drusilla lifted it up and crashed it on the floor.

"Pretty nail polish."

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Stupid psychic vampires. "Not broken. Barely even bruised, actually." What? I'm already in hell. Who cares if I lie?

Lilah jumped involuntarily at the sound of splintering glass from the lightbulb as it shattered against the wooden floor.

"Thanks, I like it."

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"I certainly don't care." Drusilla took a very expensive-looking clock made out of dark wood and glass and shiny, pretty metal, and threw it up against the ceiling, then laughed gleefully and held her hands out as the shards rained down on her head.

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Right. Psychic, Morgan. Forget that part?

Lilah shook clock parts out of her hair as she tried to block her thoughts from the vampire. "Having fun?"

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"With pretty tinkling and shiny glass?" asked Drusilla. "It's a lovely surprise, don't you think?"

She glanced over at the radio, which had been playing a selection of Tiffany's greatest hits.

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"Surprise. Yeah, sure. Wonderful." Lilah smiled as she noticed the direction of Drusilla's glance, but she had not one single thought on the matter, for fear that the vampire would pick up on it. "Most people just give you a gift certificate, but this? This has real...flair."

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Pretty radio. The music wasn't nearly so pretty.

Drusilla tore the cord from the wall. The music kept playing. She tore the cover off and started pulling the insides out, festooning the floor with pretty, multicolored ribbons of wire.

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Lilah covered a very large grin with her hand and dropped her head forward slightly. Her hair fell forward and further covered her facial expression, which had been her intent.

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The intercom goes. "Ms. Morgan. There's a Mr. Wyndham-Pryce to see you. Was he expected?"

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[ooc: Wes! *glees* We should probably do this in another post or make it after Drusilla leaves and the office is trashed so the poor boy doesn't run screaming out of town.

And...er, there's no receptionist to run the intercom. Right now, it's just Lilah and Darla (assuming the latter ever gets back from her honeymoon in Europe with Angelus shows up).]