Suite 518/520, early afternoon

[demonbelthazor]

Bel had been frozen by Fauxbe's spell for almost two days now.

He was starting to get hungry. The cats were somewhat bemused, but had not yet decided to use him as a scratching post.


[For she who knows who she is.]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Witchy Girl and Daisy...? Aghhhh." Parker face-palmed. "He never learns, damnit."

[demonbelthazor]

"Right," Bel said. "I told him to keep his hands off her. And he knew what I'd do if I found out. He's got a death wish."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"It was one time and you were dead, damnit. Do you always have to be such a putz?" Parker demanded. "Fine. I'm telling him to hide. You go deal with the Trio of Doom. And if you run into them in person? Tell the Lana-bitch that if she'd been as smart as she thought, then she would've taken out me and Isabel before she messed with our friends. I won't send the photo to Angel if you do."

[demonbelthazor]

"Wasn't dead this time," Bel muttered. "And I'll pass along your message. Right before I vanquish all three of their asses straight to hell."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Works for me," Parker said, heading for the door, then paused, and shot back, "And Bel? You have cat-hair. Byeee."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel glared and brushed himself off as Parker left, then began trying to figure out his next move to save Phoebe, Lana, and Marie. Dealing with Anders would have to wait.