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[demonbelthazor]

Scratch that. Private meeting.

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus knocks on the door. "Anybody home?"

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor opens the door. "So, do you need an invite per room, or is the whole building covered?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Per room, unless Principal Connor swung something in my favor," Angelus says. "'course, you live here and you're a demon, so there goes Linds's ability to pretend I can't kill him in his sleep."

[demonbelthazor]

"By all means, come in," Belthazor says with a chuckle. "Lindsey isn't around but he may show up eventually."

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

*walks in*
Hey, Turner.

*looks around*

Uhh, am I interrupting alone time with your new boyfriend or something?

[demonbelthazor]

*gives Lindsey an annoyed look*

Keep your fantasies to yourself, Linds.

You should restock your fridge, by the way. It's empty.

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

I promise you don't figure in even one of my fantasies.

And I TOLD you to stay out of the fridge. Bastard.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus gets right in Lindsey's face. "Oh look. It's the forces of wanna-be evil. And here I thought my night would go by without me having to do my hero gig and kicking your ass."

[demonbelthazor]

*looks over to Angelus*

You think this little twerp has potential?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Depends," Angelus throws a pack of Marbolos over at Belthazor. "For you, by the way. Don't say I never pay back with interest."

[demonbelthazor]

"Thanks." Belthazor takes out a cig and lights it up with a small fireball. "So do you want him to stay or go? Your call."

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

*eyes Angelus warily*
Uh, who the hell are you and what are you babbling about?

And potential for what, Cole?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Depends on if he can behave himself," Angelus pulls a cigarette out of his coat pocket, holding it up to Belthazor for a light. "If not, there's always kicking him out. Or kicking something else of his."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus bursts out into laughter. "Man, I can't even fake the soul. Christ I gotta work at that."

He holds out his hand. "Name's Angelus. I heard you're a lawyer in training. Something tells me we're going to get along just fine."

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

*raises an eyebrow*
Right.

*takes hand*
Lindsey. And yeah, that's the plan.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Fabulous," Angelus pulls a flyer out of his coat pocket and hands it to Lindsey. "Bel and I are working on a little club. Wanna help us play Evil Idol?"

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor lights up Angelus' cigarette as well then extinguishes the fireball. "Let's just make sure his jaw needs to be wired shut if it comes to that. I'm tired of his whining."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Now now, that sounds like torture and torture is - " Angelus cocks his head, as though considering it " - something I absolutely love, no matter who it's being done to. So yeah, put me down for that."

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

*grins*
Y'know, sounds like my kinda club.

*looks up at Cole and mouths "Bel?"*
Yeah, sounds good.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Excellent," Angelus moved over to one of the desk chairs. He turned it around so he could slump into it, his long legs stretched out in front of him. "Then let's call this meeting to order."

[OOC: Just gonna zing left so we can get all the characters on the same conversation]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus took out a notebook he'd kept tucked under his arm. He flipped through the pages. Sketches of a blond girl took up most of the pages, but then he found what he was looking for.

"Okay, I'm thinking we all agree that good guys are retarded," Angelus said, "and some of them didn't exactly read the sign for content. So we need to weed out the ones we want, the ones we don't want, and the ones we want to use up until they're dry and throw away the carcass that remains."

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor tries discretely to catch a glance of the drawings. Interesting....

"Sounds like a plan to me. So who do we got?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I figure let's start with the ones I've got good feelings about," Angelus says. "By which I mean, folks who I don't think are going to run screaming at the idea of killing people just to see the look on their face."

Angelus took out some of the notebook pages and held up sheets that had rough sketches of faces, along with notes jotted down along the side. "Number one: Draco Malfoy. Introduces himself by talking about how he rose the dead to kill people. You can't tell me you don't admire that kind of dedication."

[wannabelawyer.livejournal.com]

Vicious. Huh. Cool.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus turns a page. He holds up another sketch. "Number two, oatmanspatient. Strikes me as minion material, but on the other hand cheerfully told me his job is professional killer."