Hyperion, Saturday Night

[demonbelthazor]

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!]

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Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"Don't move," Bel said seriously. "There's a giant robot right behind you."

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

If she was still in Fandom, Isabel would take him seriously. Fortunately Vegas was a little less weird. "Will he do my laundry?"

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"Maybe," Bel said. "But he won't do windows. And I think Bridge is inside him somewhere. But he's tiny because he's in the phone."

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You know? Bridge being inside a robot makes a certain kind of sense." It was the phone part that was confusing.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"But he's wee!" Bel said. "I told him Xander will love him anyway but he can be stepped on so easily!"

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Xander will protect him. Don't worry." At this point Isabel was pretty sure it wasn't a spell. Which meant only one other thing.

"Bel, sweetie? Just what have you been drinking?"

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen deaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaath," he said. "It tastes like ass but feels soooooooooooo goooooooooooooooooood."

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Green death?" She had to think for a minute, her alien constitution meant she'd never had to try the Green Death. "OH! How much of it did you have?"

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"All of it," Bel said proudly.

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's a wonder you're not unconscious at this point." But Isabel was glad he wasn't. She'd miss the entertainment.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"The Q is my master," Bel said. "I must obey the Q."

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Well hopefully your master will let you sleep it off soon." There were probably going to be real flames when that particular crash came.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"The fog's getting thicker," Bel agreed. "And Leon is getting laaaaarrrrrger."

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Leon? That's what you call it?" Yes, she was snickering.

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

Bel gasped. "Is this an obscene phone call? Didn't I tell you I'm chaste?"

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Chased more then likely. But that's a level of detail I don't need."

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"There is no TMI," Bel said gravely. "Only Zuul."

Re: Returned Calls

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She was going to laugh every time she thought about this conversation. "While why don't you and Zuul get more acquainted. I'm going to go call my boyfriend and tell him all the interesting things I'm going to do to him the next time I see him."

Re: Returned Calls

[demonbelthazor]

"Diiiiiiirty," Bel snickered. "Havefunbecarefuldon'tgetstuckinmyphone."