demonbelthazor: (Lying down)
demonbelthazor ([personal profile] demonbelthazor) wrote2009-03-21 09:18 pm

Hyperion, Saturday Night

Bel didn't get sick often, especially since he picked up the nifty insta-healing powers in the Wastelands. But there were a few things that could still knock him off his feet, such as, unfortunately, the common cold. And said cold turned Bel into a whiny, cranky, miserable patient indeed.

Phoebe had gone to the store to buy a bottle of medicine for him. It was the most vile thing he had ever tasted, and living in the Underworld, he had tasted a lot of vile things. But he began to feel a little better, so he figured that more of a good thing was a better thing and chugged the whole bottle.

This could prove to be a biiiiig mistake.

Especially because his cell phone was in easy reach.


[For returned phone calls (hee) and Hyperion inhabitants, and brought to you by the fact that I am sick as a dog and high on NyQuil. NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you, you giant frakking Q!]

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Anders had no idea why something about that made him so twitchy.

"I swear to the gods, I'm going to gag you or something. You're making my head hurt."

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi, I took the flight workshop," Anders said, twitching again.
Edited 2009-03-22 02:17 (UTC)

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Anders just turned around and banged his head into the doorframe. "Why am I even having this conversation with you?"

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh," Anders said sarcastically, "as long as you're hopped up on that green gunk I'm pretty sure nothing's gonna be coming up anything."

He had not yet moved from the doorway.

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing is green except for your brain, right now," Anders said, and went over to sit down on the couch with a sigh. "I'm cutting you off. No more of that stuff for you."

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"For the love of gods, go back to sleep," Anders grumbled.

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you want some of this?" Anders asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you?"

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Anders snorted. "You won't remember it in the morning."

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"And I wish I had a video camera to record that statement," Anders answered through a sudden fit of guffawing. "And the whining. This is frakking priceless."

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Anders made a show of leaning back against the couch and tucking his hands behind his head. "Maaaaaybe. I'm not persuaded yet."

He just wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible.

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh no you are not busting out the Fleetwood Mac on me," Anders snickered. This was so disgustingly, hilariously cute.

Re: Visitors

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2009-03-22 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"As pickup lines go, you've had better," Anders told him. "But aww, you stopped making the grabby hands. Now I'm wounded."